http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=180632639683
Here is the link to the ebay auction for Luke.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Prayers for Luke
I found a blog this morning that moved me so much that I wanted to add it to the blogs I follow list but for some reason, blogspot cant recognize the address so I am adding a special post for it.
****************** www.prayforluke.com*************************
This is a site, similar to caring bridge, for a young boy who has been hospitilized for the last 47 days after having a seizure. He has Meningitis. It is so sad, I am sitting here bawling as I read his families story.
I do not know this family but I feel compelled to help. I donated a $50 Stampin Up gift certificate which will be listed on eBay. Please consider bidding!
****************** www.prayforluke.com*************************
This is a site, similar to caring bridge, for a young boy who has been hospitilized for the last 47 days after having a seizure. He has Meningitis. It is so sad, I am sitting here bawling as I read his families story.
I do not know this family but I feel compelled to help. I donated a $50 Stampin Up gift certificate which will be listed on eBay. Please consider bidding!
Thursday, February 17, 2011
The History of the Lindberg Family Butterman
I need to tell a story about why every child born into my family in the last 3 generations is scared to go down in any basement by themselves.
When My great gramma was a young mother, apparently she lived in a home with a root celler under her kitchen. The kids, including my gramma Margaret, would want to play down there but Great Grandma was scared that they would get hurt because it was very dark, without light of any kind. Great Gramma started telling the kids that the butterman lived down there and would catch children and keep them down there with him if he caught them. Presumably, the monster was called the butterman because she kept butter down there so it would stay fresh. Suffice it to say, not only did no one want to play down there but GG couldn’t get anyone to go down and get her a jar of peaches either.
Well the tradition lives on through me and if the grand kids are doing something that I dont want them to do, I tell them in my most trembly voice that I think I hear the butterman and they come running. The other day I heard one of my kids saying so one of the grand kids 'look out or the butterman will catch you'. I know this isn’t the nicest family tradition, but I like it, and apparently my kids do to.
When My great gramma was a young mother, apparently she lived in a home with a root celler under her kitchen. The kids, including my gramma Margaret, would want to play down there but Great Grandma was scared that they would get hurt because it was very dark, without light of any kind. Great Gramma started telling the kids that the butterman lived down there and would catch children and keep them down there with him if he caught them. Presumably, the monster was called the butterman because she kept butter down there so it would stay fresh. Suffice it to say, not only did no one want to play down there but GG couldn’t get anyone to go down and get her a jar of peaches either.
Well the tradition lives on through me and if the grand kids are doing something that I dont want them to do, I tell them in my most trembly voice that I think I hear the butterman and they come running. The other day I heard one of my kids saying so one of the grand kids 'look out or the butterman will catch you'. I know this isn’t the nicest family tradition, but I like it, and apparently my kids do to.
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