Friday, February 6, 2009

Poem & Quick Story

This was a poem I wrote in April 1999, as I just found an online stamp group... still with them and getting ready to celebrate our 10 year anniversary. Some great friendships along them way... And below, a quick funny story...


My eyes are fuzzy,
My back is sore.
I'm off to bed,
To dream of stamping some more!

As I lay there I will try,
To not think too much.
Of all the creations,
Designs and such.

I will rush home from work,
In the afternoon.
No, wait -- there's a stop,
Again to the craft store so soon.

Coupon in hand,
And money in my purse.
I hope that my items will all be there,
If out of stock, I won't curse.

I will seek and find,
Up and down the isles.
I may be there a minute,
Or it just may take a while.

I then will rush home,
And bust out my stuff.
Lock myself in the office,
Mounds of cards not enough.

Too many ideas and not enough time,
To stamp, emboss, cut and glue.
Into the wee hours I will go,
And then will get on line to talk to you.

I hope everyone has a wonderful day,
And make some pretty things to show.
I love to see everyone's work,
And I have so much still left to know.

So thank you Floridastampers for opening your door,
To allow me into your family's to see.
I really enjoy this and hope that it shows,
And in return, you all have a friend in me.


Aunt Edna story

As a new bride, Aunt Edna moved into the small home on her husband's ranch
near Snowflake. She put a shoe box on a shelf in her closet and asked her husband
never to touch it. For fifty years Uncle Jack left the box alone, until Aunt Edna
was old and dying.

One day when he was putting their affairs in order, he found
the box again and thought it might hold something important. Opening it, he found
two handmade cards and $82,500 in cash. He took the box to her and asked about
the contents.

"My mother gave me that box the day we married," she explained. "She
told me to make a handmade card to help ease my frustrations every time I got mad
at you." Uncle Jack was very touched that in 50 years she'd only been mad at him twice.

"What's the $82,500 for?" he asked.
"Oh, that's the money I made selling the cards."