The morning of August 28 arrived early, especially after the very late evening of the 27th. I felt honored to have been able to take part in the America's Divine Destiny event. Click here if you want to read about that. This 50-something woman just doesn't move as fast as she used to--having both hip joints screaming in rebellion at the beginning of the fourth day of extreme walking wasn't helping the situation. There were seven of us staying in the same cottage, and one bathroom. Our intention was to be out the door by 6:00 AM, but that didn't happen. We loaded up our backpacks with sandwiches and water bottles. We left our cottage by 7:00, and arrived in DC by 8:00.
The Metro stations were filled to the brim with people. In spite of the huge crowds, everyone was polite, considerate, and calm. We followed the masses to the Lincoln Memorial. We had heard that people had spent the night on the steps of the Memorial. The fields were filling up, and we continued walking, trying to get as close to the steps as we could. Finally, we could go no further because there was no more room. We couldn't see the steps because of the trees. If you're standing by the Reflecting Pool, facing the Lincoln Memorial, we were in the field to the left, and about a quarter of the way up the Relfecting Pool. It was pointed out that the Reflecting Pool area holds about 200,000 people. The field we were in holds about 250,000. There's another field on the right side of the Reflecting Pool. People were standing all the way back to the Washington Monument, which is about 8/10ths of a mile. The only estimates I've heard are 500,000. But, I would venture to say that the numbers were higher.
A few minutes before the rally was to begin, we heard the crowd roaring. We saw a small flock of geese flying in the "V" formation over the Reflecting Pool and on to the right. A few minutes later, another small flock of geese, also in the "V" formation, flew over our heads. It was very cool. To many of us. it felt like God was giving us His blessing.
The actual event was very moving and patriotic. I will try to give some highlights, and not a play by play. Even though the liberal press is painting this event as a tea party, if you've seen pictures, you'll notice there are no political signs. Dr. King was honored, as well as other great Americans. The first one to speak was Debby Argel. (My apologies if any names are misspelled. I was not familiar with a lot of the names, so I'm guessing, and hoping these are right.) She is the mother of a slain soldier, Capt. Derek Argel. Derek understood the meaning of honor at the tender age of nine. He wrote an essay on it, and dedicated his life to being honorable. Debby is now involved with Special Operations Warrior Foundation. The SOWF is dedicated to providing a college education to the children of veterns who have been killed. After she spoke, Glenn gave everyone the opportunity to donate $10 by texting on their cell phones. Five MILLION dollars were raised!
Sarah Palin spoke as the mother of a soldier. She reminded us that honor doesn't need to be restored in the military--they already understand what honor is all about. She introduced Navy Seal Marcus Luttrell. He has an amazing story, and if you have never read his book, "Lone Survivor", I highly recommend that you do. You will get a glimpse of what our military men and women are made of.
Two other great Americans were introduced: Eddy Wright, a U.S. Marine who lost both hands. He couldn't fire a weapon, but he still lead the way for his troops. He was given the bronze star.
Tom Kirk, a POW at Hanoi Hilton, he was kept in solitary confinement for two years. Instead of being defeated, it gave him more love for America.
Glenn has been speaking about faith, hope and charity for about a year now, and three Americans (civilians) were chosen who personify those traits, to receive the new badge.
The badge of Faith was presented to Pastor C.L. Jackson, of Houston, TX. The badge of Hope was presented to baseball player, Albert Pujols. Not because he is a ball player, but because of his comittment to family and community.The badge of Charity was presented to John Huntsman, Sr., a billionare who plans to die broke through charitable giving. He has already given over 2 Billion dollars to charity.
Dr. Alveda King, niece of Dr. M. L. King, also spoke of her dreams, one of which was that America will repent and turn to honor.
Glenn gave a talk about how we must stop focusing on our scars. America is a great country. We have done many great things, but we also have scars from things we have done that were not right. What we must not do is stay focused on our scars. He gave a great example. The Washington Monument was under construction at the time of the Civil War. It wasn't even halfway completed when construction had to be halted. By the time they were ready to finish building it, all the marble from the first source had been used up. The new marble did not match the original marble. When we look at the Washington Monument, we can stop our gaze at the ''scar" and stay focused on that. Or, we can see it for what it is, a healed scar, and continue our gaze upward to the point. Inscribed at the tip of the point, where no one can read it, are the words, Laus Deo, "Praise be to God". He said, "That which you gaze upon, you shall become." We must look to God, and see what we truly believe. God is sending wake-up calls. You can get a wake-up call through fear, such as 9/11, but those are temporary. Or, you can get a wake-up call from the Garden of Gethsemene. When the apostles were with Jesus, and he asked them to stay awake while he prayed, he came back and found them sleeping. But, they woke up at the Resurrection, and that kept them awake!
He then issued a 40-day challenge. For Faith: Pray on your knees--with the door open so your children can see,--recognize your place in the presence of the Creator. For Hope: Tell the truth, even when you know it won't help your side. For Charity: Connect with your family, give them a little more extra time and attention. Charity begins at home.
I can't even begin to share all the inspirational videos, songs,...oh, one other thing. He then introduced the Black Robe Regiment. Two hundred and forty ministers of all religions who plan to stand for the truth, for God, and against the false message of social justice, which has nothing to do with God and everything to do with government. There was one who said that by doing this, he would lose his entire congregation. I am praying for that pastor.
Well, there you have it. I had planned to download pictures, but my computer is acting up, and going very slow. I've already spent hours on this post, and frankly, my bum is getting a bit tired of sitting! So, check back in a few days for pictures!
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
America's Divine Destiny
So, we finally arrived at the Kennedy Center. Click here if you care about what happened before we arrived. With tickets in hand, our group of seven walked through the doors. It was such a surreal feeling knowing that we were walking through the same corridors that presidents have walked, and knowing that this was a once in a lifetime experience.
As we were looking for our seats, I noticed that the rows started with the double letters...ZZ, YY, XX, and on down the alphabet. I glanced at my ticket "Orch L 7". A single L? I was getting excited! L. That's twelve (12) rows back from the front. Seriously? No way! Sure enough, that is exactly where my seat was. How awesome!
Here was the Kennedy Center, filled with people who had been out sight-seeing all day, wearing their shorts and t-shirts, tennis shoes or sandals. Cameras were flashing everywhere. I felt kind of bad for the ushers who worked there. OK, yeah, there were signs posted everywhere that pictures were not to be taken, but we ignored them. The ushers kept telling people "No pictures", but pictures were taken anyway. My justification was that this was an historic occasion, at least for me. So, I clicked away. If it's any consolation to the ushers, most of my pictures did not turn out. As I looked around at all the "common" people who were there, I had a memory of a picture in my high school history book (shocking, I know) when Andrew Jackson was elected and the common people were over-running the White House during his inagural.
While we were sitting and looking around, we spied Chuck Norris sitting up in one of the boxes. That was cool. Later on, he was on stage with his wife.
The evening was called "America's Divine Destiny", and it was truly a revival. The evening started with the Hope Christian Church Choir.They sang "How Great is Our God", and also had interpretive dancers. It was very beautiful and inspirational. They also sang "God is my refuge". It made me wish that we had singing like that at our church. There was also another group that sang, but I can't remember the name. They were very good and uplifting. After more singing, there was another interpretive dancer. A single dancer on stage, with a large American flag on the back wall of the stage. The music was "The Star-Spangled Banner". We all arose from our seats, hands on hearts, and watched her beautiful dance. It gave me goose bumps.
After that, Pat, from the Glenn Beck Show, came out and introduced Glenn as "America's History Professor".
When Glenn came out to welcome everyone, the place went nuts. He then asked everyone who had received a "free" ticket (Glenn bought them and gave them away) to raise their hands. Almost every hand in the front section went up, as well as the prime center seats in the back section. Glenn is a class act!
Glenn then introduced David Barton who "heads WallBuilders, a national pro-family organization that presents American's forgotten history and heroes, with an emphasis on our moral, religious, and constitutional heritage."
He also has a massive library with tens of thousands of original writings and documents from the American founders. He talked of our Founder's belief in God. He spoke of Rev. John Wise. He believed that "we are touched by the finger of God". He believed in individual rights and was against taxation without representation. Words from his sermons were turned into government documents.
The first speaker was Rabbi Daniel Lappin. Since it was a Jewish holiday, he spoke without a microphone. He said it was his wish to have 2000 Christians wish him a "Shabat Shalom", which means Sabbath of peace, joy and fulfilment. We gave him his wish. He said that we are here because God put us here. God has given us the three "M's" - Marriage, Money, Manners. And, there are three things we should commit to: More Bible study, Make more money - in an honorable way - by pleasing another human being, Say an extra prayer for the U.S.A.
Next came Dr. Patrick Lee, a Catholic priest. He spoke from Ephesians 2:10: "For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do".
1. God has created the world 2. God has a plan for this world 3. God has endowded this world with objective value and meaning. We have a duty to thank God publicly for blessings.
Twila Paris sang "True North"
Pastor Miles McPherson, came out talking 100 miles per hour! He a lot to say in only a short time. His message was "the town's on fire...Do Something!". 1)Find out how many homeless shelters, AA meetings, etc. there are in your town. 2)Walk yourself to those places 3) Ask "What can I do?"
Chuck Norris and his wife, Gina, then appeared on stage. He said "Only two things can get us off our ranch in Texas. God or Glenn Beck!" He read several quotes from George Washington, Benjamin Franklin, and Samuel Adams.
After an intermission, there was more singing, and then Dave Roever spoke. He has an amazing story of hope. He was a soldier in fighting in Viet Nam when a phosphorous grenade went off in his hand. That's 5000 degrees--1/2 the temperature of the sun! It is a miracle that he survived. It's hard to imagine how he can tell of such a horrific story with humor, but he does.
The evening ended with more amazing music. Then, Glenn bid everyone goodnight with these words, "Twelve hours from now, we will begin to fundamentally transform America".
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| Down the halls of the Kennedy Center |
While we were sitting and looking around, we spied Chuck Norris sitting up in one of the boxes. That was cool. Later on, he was on stage with his wife.
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| This is the group whose name I don't know |
The evening was called "America's Divine Destiny", and it was truly a revival. The evening started with the Hope Christian Church Choir.They sang "How Great is Our God", and also had interpretive dancers. It was very beautiful and inspirational. They also sang "God is my refuge". It made me wish that we had singing like that at our church. There was also another group that sang, but I can't remember the name. They were very good and uplifting. After more singing, there was another interpretive dancer. A single dancer on stage, with a large American flag on the back wall of the stage. The music was "The Star-Spangled Banner". We all arose from our seats, hands on hearts, and watched her beautiful dance. It gave me goose bumps.After that, Pat, from the Glenn Beck Show, came out and introduced Glenn as "America's History Professor".
When Glenn came out to welcome everyone, the place went nuts. He then asked everyone who had received a "free" ticket (Glenn bought them and gave them away) to raise their hands. Almost every hand in the front section went up, as well as the prime center seats in the back section. Glenn is a class act!
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| Glenn Beck and David Barton |
Glenn then introduced David Barton who "heads WallBuilders, a national pro-family organization that presents American's forgotten history and heroes, with an emphasis on our moral, religious, and constitutional heritage."
He also has a massive library with tens of thousands of original writings and documents from the American founders. He talked of our Founder's belief in God. He spoke of Rev. John Wise. He believed that "we are touched by the finger of God". He believed in individual rights and was against taxation without representation. Words from his sermons were turned into government documents.
The first speaker was Rabbi Daniel Lappin. Since it was a Jewish holiday, he spoke without a microphone. He said it was his wish to have 2000 Christians wish him a "Shabat Shalom", which means Sabbath of peace, joy and fulfilment. We gave him his wish. He said that we are here because God put us here. God has given us the three "M's" - Marriage, Money, Manners. And, there are three things we should commit to: More Bible study, Make more money - in an honorable way - by pleasing another human being, Say an extra prayer for the U.S.A.
Next came Dr. Patrick Lee, a Catholic priest. He spoke from Ephesians 2:10: "For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do".
1. God has created the world 2. God has a plan for this world 3. God has endowded this world with objective value and meaning. We have a duty to thank God publicly for blessings.
Twila Paris sang "True North"
Pastor Miles McPherson, came out talking 100 miles per hour! He a lot to say in only a short time. His message was "the town's on fire...Do Something!". 1)Find out how many homeless shelters, AA meetings, etc. there are in your town. 2)Walk yourself to those places 3) Ask "What can I do?"
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Chuck and Gina Norris |
Chuck Norris and his wife, Gina, then appeared on stage. He said "Only two things can get us off our ranch in Texas. God or Glenn Beck!" He read several quotes from George Washington, Benjamin Franklin, and Samuel Adams.
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| Dave Roever |
After an intermission, there was more singing, and then Dave Roever spoke. He has an amazing story of hope. He was a soldier in fighting in Viet Nam when a phosphorous grenade went off in his hand. That's 5000 degrees--1/2 the temperature of the sun! It is a miracle that he survived. It's hard to imagine how he can tell of such a horrific story with humor, but he does.
The evening ended with more amazing music. Then, Glenn bid everyone goodnight with these words, "Twelve hours from now, we will begin to fundamentally transform America".
Monday, August 30, 2010
Miracles do happen
Our family left for D.C. on Wednesday. We wanted to have a few days for sight-seeing before the rally on Saturday. Glenn Beck had talked on his radio show that on Friday night there would be a special event at the Kennedy Performing Arts Center. There were 1000 seats available. Glenn had bought the tickets himself, and intended to give them out on Friday morning on a first come, first serve basis. I was really, really, wanting to go, but knew that the chances of securing a ticket or seven (one for each member in our group) would be next to impossible. But, Glenn said to expect miracles, so I dared to hope.
Late Thursday afternoon, our group split up. My brother-in-law and nephew wanted to go locate the Kennedy Center, because we planned to be there bright and early Friday morning, waiting in line for tickets. The rest of us, continued sight-seeing, heading in the opposite direction. One of the sights on our to-do list was to see the Daughters of the American Revolution building. Not because I am a Daughter of the American Revolution (but my Dad recently told me I could be. I just have to do some research to find out), but because of the initials...DAR aka my nickname.
As we were walking back, looking for a Metro Station, Hubby got a call from BIL saying that we need to bring food and blankets, and plan on spending the night, because a line was already forming. So, the five of us, head back to the cottage in which we are staying. We start discussing who will go back and spend the night on the streets, standing in line...each person would be able to get two tickets, so four people would have to spend the night. It was looking like it would be Hubby and me, but then, my other nephew said he would go. (Bless his heart.) Halfway back to our cottage, we realize that BIL has the only key. This is not good. Oh well, we'll just ask for another key. My nephew says that there is only one key, as they had already tried to get another key. However, when we arrived, we discovered that we had forgotten to lock the front door when we left that morning! (And, luckily, all our stuff was still in the cottage when we got back!) As we started making sandwiches, and gathering blankets, BIL calls again. Never mind coming, they started passing out tickets so no one would have to sleep on the streets. I was glad for that, but immediately concluded that I would not be going to the event. Four tickets, and BIL had two sons with him, and Hubby would go. Oh well, it was a long shot anyway, and at least Hubby would get to go. Then Hubby got another call. His voice sounded a little more excited when he said, "Really? That's awesome!" Here's what happened. BIL was talking with other people in line, some were able and willing to get an extra ticket, so BIL left with seven tickets! We would all be going!
BIL and nephew had decided that they would take it easy on Friday. Not even go into D.C. until the after noon. The rest of us had other plans. We would get up early, do some sight-seeing, then come back to the cottage early enough to get cleaned up, and rested up before going to the Kennedy Center. (You know right now that that didn't happen, don't you?) We wanted to leave by 3:00 because it takes a good hour of traveling by the MetoRail, and driving. And, we wanted to be heading back by 6:00 to get there by 7:00, when the doors opened. But, at 3:00 we were in the middle of the American History Museum, and suddenly no one wanted to leave. Hubby and I were hot, sweaty, and tired. We needed to go back. And, our tickets were still at the cottage. So, we left, and again halfway back, realized that we had no key.
By the time we pulled up to our cottage, we were way behind schedule, and we both had full bladders. Hubby went down to the office to get a spare key. Came back. Key didn't work. Walked back down to the office, and came back empty handed. We would have to wait until they located the guy who wears all the keys on his belt. Time was ticking away. We were still hot, sweaty, tired, and now hungry, with fuller bladders. Hubby started talking about breaking a window. I started praying that the man with the keys would hurry and get here. Thankfully, my prayer was answered, and no windows were broken. However, all our resting time was used up, and we only had time to shower, (dress), grab the tickets, and go. We drove back into D.C., rode the MetroRail to what we thought was the closest stop to Kennedy Center. (Our son had the map showing the layout and all the stops, so we tried to go from memory. Memory. Ha. Ha.)
After we walked a block or so, we called everyone, who were already waiting at the Kennedy Center, to say we were on our way. We were then told we got off way too early and would have a couple of miles to walk. We needed to turn around and get back on the MetroRail. Our legs were so tired from three days of walking, we couldn't bear the thought of turning around. We hailed a cab and said, "Take us to Kennedy Center." The ride cost us 10 bucks, but it was worth every penny!
We arrived at Kennedy Center right around 7:00. Miracles still do happen.
As we were walking back, looking for a Metro Station, Hubby got a call from BIL saying that we need to bring food and blankets, and plan on spending the night, because a line was already forming. So, the five of us, head back to the cottage in which we are staying. We start discussing who will go back and spend the night on the streets, standing in line...each person would be able to get two tickets, so four people would have to spend the night. It was looking like it would be Hubby and me, but then, my other nephew said he would go. (Bless his heart.) Halfway back to our cottage, we realize that BIL has the only key. This is not good. Oh well, we'll just ask for another key. My nephew says that there is only one key, as they had already tried to get another key. However, when we arrived, we discovered that we had forgotten to lock the front door when we left that morning! (And, luckily, all our stuff was still in the cottage when we got back!) As we started making sandwiches, and gathering blankets, BIL calls again. Never mind coming, they started passing out tickets so no one would have to sleep on the streets. I was glad for that, but immediately concluded that I would not be going to the event. Four tickets, and BIL had two sons with him, and Hubby would go. Oh well, it was a long shot anyway, and at least Hubby would get to go. Then Hubby got another call. His voice sounded a little more excited when he said, "Really? That's awesome!" Here's what happened. BIL was talking with other people in line, some were able and willing to get an extra ticket, so BIL left with seven tickets! We would all be going!
BIL and nephew had decided that they would take it easy on Friday. Not even go into D.C. until the after noon. The rest of us had other plans. We would get up early, do some sight-seeing, then come back to the cottage early enough to get cleaned up, and rested up before going to the Kennedy Center. (You know right now that that didn't happen, don't you?) We wanted to leave by 3:00 because it takes a good hour of traveling by the MetoRail, and driving. And, we wanted to be heading back by 6:00 to get there by 7:00, when the doors opened. But, at 3:00 we were in the middle of the American History Museum, and suddenly no one wanted to leave. Hubby and I were hot, sweaty, and tired. We needed to go back. And, our tickets were still at the cottage. So, we left, and again halfway back, realized that we had no key.
After we walked a block or so, we called everyone, who were already waiting at the Kennedy Center, to say we were on our way. We were then told we got off way too early and would have a couple of miles to walk. We needed to turn around and get back on the MetroRail. Our legs were so tired from three days of walking, we couldn't bear the thought of turning around. We hailed a cab and said, "Take us to Kennedy Center." The ride cost us 10 bucks, but it was worth every penny!
We arrived at Kennedy Center right around 7:00. Miracles still do happen.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Restoring Honor
I am going to Washington D. C. on August 28.
This is a rally to restore honor to America and to honor our military. We restore honor by starting with ourselves. Honor means doing the right thing always, no matter the cost, especially if no one is watching. Our Founding Fathers wrote, "For the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes, and our Sacred Honor." We must start electing honorable people (do I have to say from both parties?) to public office from the city level to the national level. That means, as American citizens, we, I, have to start educating ourselves about the candidates who are running for office. We cannot make our decisions based on media sound-bites.
This is a rally to restore honor to America and to honor our military. We restore honor by starting with ourselves. Honor means doing the right thing always, no matter the cost, especially if no one is watching. Our Founding Fathers wrote, "For the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes, and our Sacred Honor." We must start electing honorable people (do I have to say from both parties?) to public office from the city level to the national level. That means, as American citizens, we, I, have to start educating ourselves about the candidates who are running for office. We cannot make our decisions based on media sound-bites.
This rally is about restoring honor, faith, hope and charity. All political/protest signs are to be left at home. If we see anyone with signs, we are to politely ask that the signs be discarded. Faith, hope, charity. If any signs are seen, you can know that they are there to stir up trouble. It's about Honor. Faith. Hope. Charity. God knows we need it in Washington, D.C.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Ten Most Influential People
I'm linking up with Awesome Daughter to share my Top 10 Most influential people in history. It's kind of hard to narrow it down to ten, but I think I'll just list the first 10 that pop into my head, in no particular order.
1. Jesus Christ - I do, however, think Jesus is number One. His coming, changed history in so many ways. The way history is dated- B.C- before Christ; and A.D. - anno Domine - in the year of our Lord
2. Adam Smith and Cicero - the writings of these men greatly influenced my next group of great men...
3. Thomas Jefferson
4. George Washington
5. Ronald Regan - "Mr. Gorbe..., tear down this wall!"
6. Benjamin Franklin
7. Thomas Edison
8. Alexander the Great
9. Who made the printing press? Guetenberg? I can't bring up his name.
10. Constantine
There's my list. Who's on your list?
1. Jesus Christ - I do, however, think Jesus is number One. His coming, changed history in so many ways. The way history is dated- B.C- before Christ; and A.D. - anno Domine - in the year of our Lord
2. Adam Smith and Cicero - the writings of these men greatly influenced my next group of great men...
3. Thomas Jefferson
4. George Washington
5. Ronald Regan - "Mr. Gorbe..., tear down this wall!"
6. Benjamin Franklin
7. Thomas Edison
8. Alexander the Great
9. Who made the printing press? Guetenberg? I can't bring up his name.
10. Constantine
There's my list. Who's on your list?
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Our Trip Out West
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| Jerry the Annheiser-Busch Horse |
I have been back from our road trip out West for four weeks now! Wow, does time fly! And, believe it or not, have figured out how to get pictures from that little black thing-a-mah-jingy stick onto my computer. (Okay, I'm only admitting this because Awesome Daughter will be reading this and will call me out on it. She is the one who actually got the pictures (all 1200+) on to my computer... But, one of these days, I WILL DO IT WITHOUT HER HELP!)
My plan is to post pictures (don't worry, I won't post all of them) every Wednesday Thursday (really, whatever day I get around to it!) for who knows how long. So, I hope you enjoy the trip!
We drove through St. Louis, so I only got a glimpse of the Arch as we sped by on the highway.
Monday, August 16, 2010
The Mystery of the Missing Dust Pan!
Sometimes, things come up missing. I don't know why. I don't know where they go. They just suddenly disappear. The only thing I am sure of, is that I am not responsible for the disappearance.
Case in point. Recently, I was in a very good cleaning mood. This doesn't happen very often, so I try to take advantage of it when it comes. I was busily cleaning each room, starting at one end of the house and working my way to the other side. The rooms are carpeted, but the hallways and kitchen are not. So, I vacuumed one room, then swept the hallway to the next room, working my way to the kitchen. However, by the time I got to the kitchen, I realized that my dust pan had disappeared. The little pile of dirt had been formed into a nice, neat little pile, just waiting to be swept up, but where was the dust pan?
I looked around the rooms I had previously been in. No luck. I asked Hubby if he had seen it. Of course not. I looked again in the clean rooms. Hmmmm. I checked the closet where it's supposed to be. Nope, not there. I walked all around the house, knowing I had not taken it to any of these rooms, but thought I'd better check anyway. Still nothing. Where in the world is that dumb dust pan? I finally had to resort to get the spare dust pan, which is kept in the basement.
The dust pan had disappeared and I had no clue where to look. So, I started looking in the most unlikely places. In the cupboards, in the fridge, in the dryer, praying to God that I would NOT find it in those places! Went back to the closet, nope, still not there. One day went by. No dust pan. Two days pass. It still hasn't shown up.
Finally, Hubby says, "Are you sure you didn't throw it away with the trash?" Of course, I did not throw it away. (And, for the record, Hubby was the one who was emptying the trash can. I remember that because he was complaining the he is the "only one" who ever empties the trash.)
So, day three comes along. The kiddos are here for supper, and I start telling the story of the lost dust pan. Hubby says, "I'll bet you threw it away. I'm going to check the trash bag." Naturally, when the ENTIRE FAMILY is around, in he walks holding the lost dust pan. I just love public humiliation!
I know I did not throw away the dust pan. My theory is that when Hubby was emptying the trash, the dust pan fell off the shelf, where I put it, and landed in the trash, unbeknownst to Hubby. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it!
Case in point. Recently, I was in a very good cleaning mood. This doesn't happen very often, so I try to take advantage of it when it comes. I was busily cleaning each room, starting at one end of the house and working my way to the other side. The rooms are carpeted, but the hallways and kitchen are not. So, I vacuumed one room, then swept the hallway to the next room, working my way to the kitchen. However, by the time I got to the kitchen, I realized that my dust pan had disappeared. The little pile of dirt had been formed into a nice, neat little pile, just waiting to be swept up, but where was the dust pan?
I looked around the rooms I had previously been in. No luck. I asked Hubby if he had seen it. Of course not. I looked again in the clean rooms. Hmmmm. I checked the closet where it's supposed to be. Nope, not there. I walked all around the house, knowing I had not taken it to any of these rooms, but thought I'd better check anyway. Still nothing. Where in the world is that dumb dust pan? I finally had to resort to get the spare dust pan, which is kept in the basement.
The dust pan had disappeared and I had no clue where to look. So, I started looking in the most unlikely places. In the cupboards, in the fridge, in the dryer, praying to God that I would NOT find it in those places! Went back to the closet, nope, still not there. One day went by. No dust pan. Two days pass. It still hasn't shown up.
Finally, Hubby says, "Are you sure you didn't throw it away with the trash?" Of course, I did not throw it away. (And, for the record, Hubby was the one who was emptying the trash can. I remember that because he was complaining the he is the "only one" who ever empties the trash.)
So, day three comes along. The kiddos are here for supper, and I start telling the story of the lost dust pan. Hubby says, "I'll bet you threw it away. I'm going to check the trash bag." Naturally, when the ENTIRE FAMILY is around, in he walks holding the lost dust pan. I just love public humiliation!
I know I did not throw away the dust pan. My theory is that when Hubby was emptying the trash, the dust pan fell off the shelf, where I put it, and landed in the trash, unbeknownst to Hubby. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it!
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