She Beat Me to It!
Hey bloggers—I need your help. I've been trying to set up a fund for donations to help relieve the need of people around here, just to find, today, that someone else has already done it!
So, click on the picture to go to her site to donate. And if you haven't created your own post to spread the word, please do it now!
Thanks so much!
9 comments:
I'm sure that you guys can use all the help you can get. Do you know Ms. Daring Young Mom?
I know her!
I was going to link your post to hers...and then I didn't :P
DYM is super awesome, we have met twice and I trust her 1000%.
:)
I haven't met her in PERSON yet, but I've talked to her on the phone.
And I'm with NCS...I do trust her. I've sent money to the fund, and I'm providing her what little info I have about the people I know that need help.
Man, I could really use a joke right now. Anyone have one?
I do!!!
Q:What do you call a corduroy condom?
A:A groovy kind of love!
I missed you Wynne.....
i missed you, too, wynne :) kathleen
wynne, i was going to send you a nice little care package in the mail and then i didn't know if the post man were working and then i got the stuff ready but never in the envelope or to the post office before i had to head to freezing cold Utah. so when i get back to LV I will actually send it off. i just wanted you to know I was thinking of you and that you are great.
Joke (or funny):
A new monk arrived at the monastery. He was assigned to help the other monks in copying the old texts by hand. He noticed, however, that they were copying copies, not the original books. The new monk went to the head monk to ask him about this. He pointed out that if there were an error in the first copy, that error would be continued in all of the other copies.
The head monk said, 'We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son.' The head monk went down into the cellar with one of the copies to check it against the original.
Hours later, nobody had seen him, so one of the monks went downstairs to look for him. He heard a sobbing coming from the back of the cellar and found the old monk leaning over one of the original books, crying.
He asked what was wrong.
'The word is 'celebrate,' not 'celibate'!' sobbed the head monk.
Ah--thanks for the jokes, ladies! I needed it! Hope to see you on your respective blogs soon!
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