Never Too Much Love (Tara Taylor Quinn)
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Thursday, November 06, 2008
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Hi everyone. I'd like to do something a little different here today if we could.
Lynn's home, fighting her way through her second chemo treatment, and worrying about not being here.
There's so little we can do, but Storybroads is a source of strength for her, it's something that she looks to as she struggles to get to the 'other' side. She's given us all a lot of hours of enjoyment both here and in her books. So I was wondering if perhaps, today's post could come you all - the people who share storybroads with us. If not today, then throughout the next week, could you all write something to entertain her? Could be like a get well card, or a story, or even a joke, just something that Lynn can latch on to during her lucid moments at the computer. Something she can access on her time and as she's in her chair.
To contribute, just click on post a comment and have at it.
There's never too much love to go around.
Lynn's home, fighting her way through her second chemo treatment, and worrying about not being here.
There's so little we can do, but Storybroads is a source of strength for her, it's something that she looks to as she struggles to get to the 'other' side. She's given us all a lot of hours of enjoyment both here and in her books. So I was wondering if perhaps, today's post could come you all - the people who share storybroads with us. If not today, then throughout the next week, could you all write something to entertain her? Could be like a get well card, or a story, or even a joke, just something that Lynn can latch on to during her lucid moments at the computer. Something she can access on her time and as she's in her chair.
To contribute, just click on post a comment and have at it.
There's never too much love to go around.
Patricia Potter
Tara Taylor Quinn
Maggie Shayne
Anne Stuart
Suzanne Forster
Lynn Kerstan
11 Comments :
Lynn,
For you I'm going to recap SOUTH PARK on the night after the elections.
In this episode, Obama gives his acceptance speech (word for word from the real one) and McCain gives his concession, (ditto) and then the two meet in private, and high five each other, joking that they really pulled it off!
It turns out the entire election was a joke to distract the nation, so that Obama and McCain and their gang (who are exactly like Ocean's Eleven) can steal the Hope Diamond. Michele is in on it too. She's the security expert who has to tap into the computers to disable security. She's sick of pretending to be this guy's wife. And Sarah Palin speaks like always to the public, then whips off her suit in private to reveal a black spandex cat suit underneath, and her "real" voice is sophisticated and British, and she's a criminal genius.
So they all break in and successfully steal the Hope Diamond, then fake their own deaths to cover their disappearance as they head to Tahiti. Meanwhile, the American public are all partying in the streets--well, the Obama supporters are. So drunk they can't talk. And the McCain supporters have taken to a bomb shelter, convinced the world will end by dawn.
At the end, Barrack decides to give up his cut of the loot, return to the US and "give this president thing a try." He asks Michele to join him, and she agrees and they kiss.
The end.
I laughed my ass off.
Maggie
Hi Lynn! Here's something a friend emailed me today:
Note Found on the Refrigerator One Morning:
My Dear Honey,
You will surely understand that I have certain needs that you, being 54 years old, can no longer satisfy. I am very happy with you and I value you as a good wife. Therefore, after reading this letter, I hope that you will not wrongly interpret the fact that I will be spending the evening with my 18 year old secretary at the Comfort Inn Hotel. Please don't be upset I shall be home before midnight.
When the man came home late that night, he found the following letter on the dining room table:
My Dear Husband,
I received your letter and thank you for your honesty about my being 54 years old. I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that you are also 54 years old. As you know, I am a math teacher at our local college. I would like to inform you that while you read this, I will be at the Hotel Fiesta with Michael, one of my students, who is also the assistant tennis coach. He is young, virile, and like your secretary, is 18 years old. As a successful businessman who has an excellent knowledge of math, you will understand that we are in the same situation, although with one small difference - 18 goes into 54 a lot more times than 54 goes into 18. Therefore, I will not be home until sometime tomorrow.
__________________________________
Mary M
Lynn,
My five year old is making up / telling this story so I'll just be typing.
My name is Scott and I like lizards. All the lizards in my yard are named Larry, the lizard. I like Star Wars. I like football. I am in kindergarten. I like Anakin and Anakin's forces. He's a good wapper with his light saber. I'm done.
Now my 3 year old Faith wants a turn.
Barbies. Dancing. And making circles. And making paints. And books.And making curls and poodles.
I like pandas. I like crayons. Movies- watching them. And eating "popacorn" There is a picture of this thing that I got on my birthday that looks like a babydollie. TV watching. And eating birthday cakes. Mmmmm! Mouth-talking.
Five little angels round my bed, one at the foot, one at the head, one to sing, one to pray and one to carry my soul away. Please bless my daddy and keep him safe. I'm done!(that was her version of a bedtime story) :)
Okay. So my kids are a little hard to follow but they had fun having mommy type what they were saying.
Cheers!
Cheryl
Feel better soon kid! michelle
Feel better soon!
There was this gang of outlaws and they robbed a bank. They were making their getaway as fast as they could because they knew the possey would be after them.
The outlaw boss yells to Clyde and askes, "How far back are they?"
Clyde: "Well, I don't know!"
Boss: "Well then, how big are they!"
Clyde: "Bout dis big." (Holding his thumb and forefinger about 1/2" apart)
They ride for a bit longer...
Boss: "How far back are they?"
Clyde: "Well, I don't know!"
Boss: "Well then, how big are they!"
Clyde: "Bout dis big." (Holding his thumb and forefinger about 1" apart.)
They ride for a bit longer...
Boss: "How far back are they?"
Clyde: "Well, I don't know!"
Boss: "Well then, how big are they!"
Clyde: "Bout dis big." (Holding his thumb and forefinger about 2" apart.)
They ride for a bit longer...
Boss: "How far back are they?"
Clyde: "Well, I don't know!"
Boss: "Well then, how big are they!"
Clyde: "Bout dis big." (Holding his thumb and forefinger about 3" apart.)
They ride some more and the possee starts shooting. The outlaw gang returns fire...all that is except Clyde.
Boss: "Clyde! Why ain't you shootin?"
Clyde: "I just can't bring ma-self to shoot em Boss."
Boss: "Whys that!"
Clyde: "Cause I've knowed em since they was dis big!" (holding thumb and fore finger 1/2" apart)
Hope this brings a smile!
Thinking about you Lynn!
Lynn, I'm going to email you a beautiful poem that a dear friend sent to me. It's called "For the Girls" and it really touched my heart.
I can't post it here in Comments because it has pictures, but I may post it as a blog topic some day. It's really lovely and I'd like to share it. Meanwhile, I will send it on to you and hope that it brightens your day in this tough time.
We all love you and we're right beside you, fighting with you in spirit.
Suz
Lynn: I've always been lousy at telling jokes, so I'll just send my love and hugs. You already know that you have my prayers.
Lynda
I love the jokes and the love, but I ESPECIALLY love the notes from Cheryl's kids. That really made me smile.
I know this is for Lynn, but I'm mooching and enjoying it too!
Maggie
Dear Lynn,
Once upon a time, there was a middle-aged woman who wanted to be a professional writer. She had always wanted to be a writer, but didn't get the encouragement she could have used. Her family were farmers. That's what they did. The woman decided to start a novel, anyway. She encountered resistance from both her family and her (now ex) husband. But she persisted.
For National Novel Writing Month, she decided to participate, attempting to keep the 50,000 words she is supposed to write during the month. She figured out it came to approximately 6 pages per day, which, at first, freaked her out. But being the determined individual she is, she decided to put her nose to the grindstone and go for it!
While she is only at the end of the first week, she has never felt so creative and as close to a professional writer in her life! She's dancing in streets (so to speak) and feeling like she might actually finish the book and get it published-she really thinks it's publishable, as does her writing instructor.
And she lived happily ever after!
Lynn, I am sending healing, positive energy your way!!!!!!
robyn in iowa
Lynn, I wish I had a joke or story to tell, but I'll just send you a giant hug instead.
(((((((((((((((Lynn)))))))))))))))
Lynn,
3 couples decide to join a new church, and at their first meeting with the pastor, he explains to them that as a strict congregation, they make every effort not to be tempted by sins of the flesh. So in order to prove ones worthiness to join, all prospective members are asked to obstain from sexual relations for one month. The three couples agree, and head off on their separate ways.
One month later, they meet again with the pastor. "How did you do?" he asks the first couple.
"Well, it was tough," the husband said. There were some bad nights, but we got down on our knees and prayed, and we made it."
"Welcome to our congregation," the pastor said, and turned to the second couple. "And how did you do?"
"It was really hard," the wife said. "By the last week, he was sleeping on the couch, but we did it."
"Welcome to our congregation," the pastor said, and turned to the third couple. "And you?"
"Well, like everyone said, it was hard. We prayed, I slept on the couch, but two days ago, my wife dropped a can of corn, and seeing her beautiful round behind right there in front of me, well, I couldn't help myself, and I gave it to her right there."
"Well, I'm afraid you're not welcome in our congregation," the pastor said.
"Oh, that's okay," the husband replied. "We're not welcome in Safeway anymore, either."
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