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100 Happy Days #50


Yesterday I lost my debit card.

It was one of those times when it should be in my wallet but it wasn’t. I’m actually very, VERY good at keeping my keys where they belong, my wallet and purse where they belong and my id and credit cards where they belong. So, I looked through my car and the house and the driveway and dumped my purse out about 50 times. All of it over and over…but no luck.

I worried and whined and fussed but the bald kid said, “It’s all good mom. It’ll turn up. What’s the worst that can happen?” I wondered if he truly understood the worst that can happen but I figured that was a discussion for a later time. I wanted to holler, “But I’ve lost my DEBIT CARD, son!! But even if I regaled him with stories of possible financial turmoil and ruin, I had this funny feeling he would still just smile and say, “It’s all good mom.” I know, I know. Peace. Love. Rock & Roll.  In case any of you thought that Bob Marley was dead–well, he’s back and in possession of my youngest son.

But on with my story. This morning after looking everywhere I had already looked for the millionth time, Lyndi said, “Call the gas station. That’s where you used it last. Call them.”

I didn’t want to call them because I just didn’t want it to be THAT lost. I wanted it to be in my car, under the seat or something. But it wasn’t.

So I looked up the number and called them. I told the nice man that answered my sad tale, and asked, “By any chance did anyone turn in a debit card?” and this guy said, “Why, yes miss, they did.” Calmly as you please. And it was mine.

When I went in to pick it up I told him, “I’m just so happy to be living here in this sweet town, where someone would turn in a debit card without thinking twice.” The man said, “Yeah, lots of places they’d have had a shopping spree. But, you know, there are still good people around. Have a good day.”

Believe me, I will.

Peace. Love. Rock & Roll.


PS~ Yeah, I know…time for a new wallet.

Beany Boy


For those of you who have wondered~ my cute little Beany Boy got his stitches out this week. Of course, I didn’t stay in the room when they did it…not brave enough for that stuff. No siree. The tough old Bald Kid said, “Run along momma. I’ve got this,” and so I did. Hid out in the lobby pacing around just out of ear shot…just in case. Beany has been eating better food and has gotten much stronger in the past few weeks, so, it took someone manly like the Bald Kid to hold him tight for the stitches adventure–and so he didn’t eat the face off the vet. That would have been unfortunate.

But he’s happy to be back home and to be finished with the creepy medicine that we were suppose to give him twice a day. Best of all, now the old war-horse can finally go outside again–which makes us all very happy indeed. Just in the backyard for now, though until his hair grows back because he still looks a bit alarming…like a plucked chicken.

So, we’ll keep him close, till he can go out front with his kitty head held high and his dignity firmly in place.

You know, till he gets back on his feet…

all three of them.



Ooooh Look…

at all the fun going on at our house!

The neighborhood is having a Carnival tonight and we’re helping out with the Bake Sale.

Which means that there is a busload of scrumptious stuff…

waiting to be bagged…

and tagged…

and hauled over to the event. Oh, it’s all for a good cause too. Our friend and neighbor John needs a new kidney and this is one of the ways that friends like to help with such things. We plan and organize and call and bake and haul and invite and direct and then…

we tell the world.

So if you’re in the Orem, Utah area tonight from 5 to 8 pm, come on over to Lindon Park and prepare to play family friendly games, eat fabulous food, and have a ton of fun…

all while helping our friend. You’ll be glad you did.

So will we.


Picture Lindon City Park
200 N State Street
Lindon, UT

Monday, July 30th

For more info or to donate click Kidney For Colson.