First I'd like to welcome a newcomer to Basura Blanca Bingo (every Friday at the VFW No. 61966 at 7 sharp) with a big Texas "Howdy!" and a friendly smile. Miss Trudy Brice joined our "club" last Friday and bingoed her first game ever that very night. Congratulations, Trudy! I sure hope it was just beginners luck or otherwise we might just have a fleecer on our hands, ladies (LOL). Trudy teaches yoga at the St. Maria Theresa Maria Catholic Church on Redemption Dr. every Tuesday and Thursday at 9 a.m., and I highly recommend her wonderful class. Now I know many of you ladies are thinking that yoga is kin to voodoo but I'm here to tell you it's not. And, yoga is older than Jesus Himself, so those Indians must be on to something since the practice is alive and well more than 2000 years later (and I'm talking Indian as in "curry", not "pow wow"). When I first started going to Trudy's yoga class I couldn't even see my toes, let alone touch them. Well, a little over a month after, I'm able to put my palm flat on the floor and do 'triangle pose' (where you basically look like a 'triangle') without so much as a wince. And lest you forget I was injured in that awful motorcycle accident barely 2 years ago (I'll never forgive that Little Ricky Carvell). So if you're belly-aching about your osteoarthritis, stiff joints or your fused spines, ladies, I suggest you give yoga a try next Tuesday. After a couple of classes you might be able to see who's sitting in the pew behind you just by turning your head!
Most of you know my dear husband, Ramon Sanchez, is one of the most flexible people in town, for his age. This is of course due to the many years he has spent training as a Tri-State All-Star Flamenco dancer. Me, I've got three left feet, but I have always supported his love and passion for "the dance of gypsies". He and his dance partner Tanya Avon (no relation) "transcend time and space" as he puts it, in a sensual yet tasteful flutter of duende which I find to be like watching the mating of two beautiful, colorfully plumed birds or giraffes. Ramon and Tanya are currently in the Dry County Semi-Finals and their next competition is this Saturday. I do my small part in their quest for international stardom by sewing the feathers onto their competition costumes, a time-consuming job. Which brings me to my point. Their chosen song is Copa Cabana by one of the all-time greatest singer/songwriters alive, Mr. Barry Manilow, and I have spent two nights dying 11 pounds of emu feathers butter yellow with Rit dye. Now I will absolutely not tolerate any of you smokers (you know who you are) snickering or poking fun at me this week, as my fingertips are stained to the knuckle a sickly yellow color. My actual nicotine stains faded years ago when I laid down those coffin nails and took up gum, which many of you ladies should do as well, but I'm not one to judge. Anyways, all you righteous Christians please put in a good word for Ramon and Tanya as they approach the semi-finals. The next contest is in Vidor, TX and although I won't be able to attend (I'd never miss calling bingo for my girls), I'll be thinking of them every time I reach into the blower for a bingo ball.
Here are the names of last week's winners:
$5 prizes go to: Katherine Alvarez, Carolina Wesson
$10 prizes go to: Kiki Goldstein, Trudy Brice
$20 prizes go to: Deedee Shortfeathers, Darla Muir
And the $25 grand prize goes to: Kiki Goldstein (again!)
Til next time, ladies, eyes down.
Miss "Bingo" Betty Sanchez
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