A Day In The Life of The Haiti Lady: Temporary Reprieve

Thursday, January 31, 2008

Temporary Reprieve

There has been a temporary reprieve from the ski night bus trip to the mountain. It is supposed to be re-scheduled for a later date.
Kids are back at school today, but roads and weather are still horrible! We shall see if we will go ahead and have Bball practice tonight or if it is cabin fever night again....at least LOST is on tonight!!! ;-)

4 comments:

Angela said...: LOST, LOST, LOST!!!!! WOOO HOOOOOO!!!! It's about time it comes back on. It's the only show that has us hooked.

Me and the kids are getting ready to tranform our living room into an island to surprise my husband with tonight. We are going to throw a little party. Kids are being set up with movies and snacks in another room to avoid even a second of interuptions.

Too bad we don't live closer so we could have a premier party together!!; 1:30 PM
Angela said...: Well? Did you LOVE LOST? It's the saddest thing when it's over. :(; 9:35 AM
The Haiti Lady said...: I LOVED it! WHo was in the cabin????I KNOW it has to be John Locke and Jack's dad!!! hehe
LeAnne; 9:09 PM
Angela said...: Okay, Need you to make another post so that I don't have to comment over and over on the same one. ;)

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Love ya,
Angela; 8:51 AM

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We Are Responsible

We are responsible for children who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
who like to be tickled,
who stomp in puddles and ruin their pants,
who sneak Popsicles before supper,
who erase holes in math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.
And we are responsible for those who stare at photographers from behind barbed wires,
who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers, who never "counted potatoes",
who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead,
who never got to the circus,
who live in an x-rated world.
We are responsible for children
who give us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
who sleep with the dog and bury goldfish,
who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money,
who cover themselves with Band-Aids and sing off-key,
who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,
who slurp their soup.
And we are responsible for those who never get dessert,
who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
who watch their parents watch them die,
who can't find any bread to steal,
who don't have any rooms to clean up,
whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
whose monsters are real.
We are responsible for children who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
who like ghost stories,
who shove dirty clothes under the bed ,
and never rinse the tub,
who get visits from the tooth fairy,
who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool,
who squirm in church and scream in the phone,
whose tears we sometimes laugh at and
whose smiles can make us cry.
And we are responsible for those whose nightmares come in the daytime,
who will eat anything,
who have never seen a dentist,
who aren't spoiled by anybody,
who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
who live and move, but have no being.
We are responsible for children who want to be carried, and for those who must be...
For those we never give up on,
and for those who don't get a second chance.
For those we smother... and for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.
~Ina Hughes