Weekly Flylady Thread 1st September 2008

Valli

polkadot wrote: »

Bed is made (for the second time today), with new fresh bedding

Mmmm... Polka makes bed.

Something happens...

Polka makes bed? Again?

Not a bit of afternoon delight, surely!

toottifrootti

Ok lovelies Its for me! I think yestterday is catching up with me - will catch up on your exploits tomorrow valli and soappie!!!!!

take care and nite nite
toots xx

Valli

Serena - for you and your Dad. I won't be around Tues (work beckons) so I will say here, now, that I hope everything goes well and that your flowers are beautiful. Take care!

soappie

Night night Toots - sleep well!

Valli

tight Toots.

These smilies are just fab aren't they -

***wonders what Toots will dream about tonight***

It's my b'day later this month so I am looking forward to some smily fun!

Valli

time!

Who wants what?

soappie

Valli wrote: »

time!

Who wants what?

A large glass of medium white wine please...

Valli

I just got this e-mail...

Two ChoicesWhat we would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a
punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have
made the same choice?At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves
children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students
delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After
extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:'When
not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done
with perfection.Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do.
He cannot understand things as other children do.Where is the natural order
of things in my son?'The audience was stilled by the query.The father
continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and
physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true
human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat
that child.'Then he told the following story:Shay and I had walked past a
park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you
think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want
someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if
my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of
belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his
handicaps.
>> I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much)
>> if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're
>> losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can
>> be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth
>> inning.'Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile,
>> put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in
>> my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.In the bottom of
>> the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by
>> three.In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in
>> the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously
>> ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to
>> ear as I waved to him from the stands.In the bottom of the ninth inning,
>> Shay's team scored again.Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the
>> potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at
>> bat.At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to
>> win the game?Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a
>> hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the
>> bat properly, much less connect with the ball.However, as Shay stepped up
>> to theplate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting
>> winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to
>> lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.The first
>> pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.The pitcher again took a
>> few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.As the pitch came
>> in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the
>> pitcher.The game would now be over.The pitcher picked up the soft
>> grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman..Shay
>> would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.Instead,
>> the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of
>> reach of all team mates.Everyone from the stands and both teams started
>> yelling, 'Shay, run to first!Run to first!'Never in his life had Shay
>> ever run that far, but he made it to first base.He scampered down the
>> baseline, wide-eyed and startled.Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to
>> second!'Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming
>> and struggling to make it to the base.By the time Shay rounded towards
>> second base, the right fielder had the ball the smallest guy on their
>> team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.He could
>> have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood
>> the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high
>> and far over the third-baseman's head.Shay ran toward third base
>> deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.All
>> were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'Shay reached third
>> base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the
>> direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!Shay, run to
>> third!'As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the
>> spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'Shay
>> ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit
>> the grand slam and won the game for his team'That day', said the father
>> softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams
>> helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.Shay
>> didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never
>> forgotten being the hero and making me so happy and coming home and
>> seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!AND NOW A
>> LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY:We all send thousands of jokes through the
>> e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages
>> about life choices, people hesitate.The crude, vulgar, and often obscene
>> pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is
>> too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.If you're thinking
>> about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting
>> out the people in your address book who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to
>> receive this type of message Well, the person who sent you this believes
>> that we all can make a difference.We all have thousands of opportunities
>> every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.'So many
>> seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a
>> choice do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass
>> up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the
>> process?A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats
>> it's least fortunate amongst them.You now have two choices:1. Delete2..
>> ForwardMay your day, be a Shay Day.
>>

Valli

You got it!

Not doing this tonight then

soappie

Valli wrote: »

You got it!

Not doing this tonight then

Nope - tonight's my night off And cheers :beer: !