Jenn just read me your post, the who cares bin.
That was fabulous, we had a great laugh.
Thanks so much for posting this.
Mac


Jenn just read me your post, the who cares bin.
That was fabulous, we had a great laugh.
Thanks so much for posting this.
Mac
Cupcakemomma (11-08-2010)



You guys are too funny!
CCM! I so enjoyed that story. I have tears rolling down my face from trying to read it to Mac! I can just picture that happening!
VT, I don't think that was how Mac's counsellor was meaning for that to be taken but I agree completely with your spin on it. That makes perfect sense to me. We, and they, need the time to deal with all of this before we can truly heal!
Thanks CCM! Laughter is good for the soul!!
Jenn:)):)):))
Let It Begin With Me
Well, since everyone seemed to like "The Who Cares Bin" here's another little treasure from the same place.
The Love Squad
BY: Virelle Kidder
"Oh, no! Not company!" I groaned, the moment my car rounded the corner and our house came into full view. Usually I'd be thrilled to see four cars lined up in our driveway, but after I spent a weeklong vigil at the hospital with an ill child, my house was a colossal mess. Turning off the car engine, I dragged myself to the front door.
"What are you doing home so soon?" my friend Judie called from the kitchen. "We weren't expecting you for another hour! We thought we'd be long gone before you got home." She walked toward me and gave me a hug, then asked softly, "How are you doing?"
Was this my house? Was I dreaming? Everything looked so clean. Where did these flowers come from?
Suddenly more voices, more hugs. Lorraine, smiling and wiping beads of perspiration from her forehead, came up from the family room where she had just finished ironing a mountain of clean clothes. Regina peeked into the kitchen, having finished vacuuming rugs and polishing and dusting furniture in every room in the house. Joan, still upstairs wrestling with the boys' bunk-bed sheets, called down her "Hello," having already brought order out of chaos in all four bedrooms.
"When did you guys get here?" was my last coherent sentence. My tears came in great heaving waves. "How come . . . how come . . . you did all this?" I cried unashamedly, every ounce of resistance gone.
I had spent the week praying through a health crisis, begging God for a sense of his presence at the hospital. Instead, he laid a mantle of order, beauty and loving care into our home through these four "angels."
"You rest a while, Virelle," Lorraine said firmly. "Here's your dinner for tonight—there are more meals in the freezer." The table was set with flowers and fancy napkins, and a little gift was at my place. A small banquet was arranged, complete with salad and dessert.
"Don't you worry; we're all praying," my friends said. "God has everything under control."
After my friends left, I wandered from room to room, still sobbing from the enormity of their gift of time and work. I found beautiful floral arrangements in every room . . . and little wrapped gifts on each bed. More tears.
In the living room I found a note under a vase filled with peonies. I was to have come home and found it as their only identity: "The Love Squad was here."
And I knew that God had everything under control.
Sometimes I lie awake at night and ask why me? Then a voice answers nothing personal, your name just happened to come up. -Charles M. Schulz
Hopeful (11-08-2010)



Another great entry CCM! I love it!
Jenn
You aren't by chance hinting for us to come to your house, are you?
:D
Let It Begin With Me
Mine first! Please!
Hubby made me the most delicious fried egg sandwich for dinner. The day ended being full of all kinds of stresses, including the biggest tantrum any of my kids have ever had, the baby being fed waffles by his big brother, a box of cake mix spread all over the computer room with trucks (it was their building material), an emotional phone call with my sis, a bad and long day at work for hubby, and a few other things. Hubby just got home and he is taking care of me...other than a cleaning squad [-O< it's the best thing I could ask for.
So I am greatful for a caring husband! and hope that UP does happen.
All the best,
TrueBlue
TrueBlue (Wife of BlueHubby)
Do not pray for easy lives. Pray to be stronger men. John F. Kennedy
We love each other, let's start with that.



Hi TB!
Sorry you had such a trying day but glad that your H is taking such good care of you!
I wish we could send you a cleaning crew, sounds like you deserve one after that stressful day!
(Actually the cake mix thing sounds kind of cute to me but then I didn't have to clean it up!)
Hoping you have a relaxing evening and a better day tomorrow!
Jenn
Let It Begin With Me
It is kind of cute, and definitely creative. Bonus, since they didn't have a bath tonight they smell yummy!
TrueBlue (Wife of BlueHubby)
Do not pray for easy lives. Pray to be stronger men. John F. Kennedy
We love each other, let's start with that.
I just totally LOVE this thread!!!
Bahaha, Glad you're getting loved up a bit tonight TB.
And, No Jenn, it wasn't a hint, but I sure wouldn't turn you away :) We wound up goingto my aunts shower after all so NOTHING got done, and now it looks even more terrorized as everyone went scavenging for school stuff. Oh well, just me and little man tomorrow, maybe he'll let me get stuff done. Probably have to bribe him with Blue's Clues and licorice though. LOL
Sometimes I lie awake at night and ask why me? Then a voice answers nothing personal, your name just happened to come up. -Charles M. Schulz
Well since my UP week was kind of an epic fail, I'm claming next week as my do-over.
Thats right, I'm calling in my UP week mulligan ;) So if you get tired of the excessive cheerfullness, just remember, it's only one more week LOL
Sometimes I lie awake at night and ask why me? Then a voice answers nothing personal, your name just happened to come up. -Charles M. Schulz