My Apologies to Frank DeVol and Sherwood Schwartz

The Crazy Bunch

Here's the story, of a girl named Laney
Who was bringing up three very active boys
All of them have hair of brown, like their mother
The youngest one throws toys.

Here's the story, of a man named Kevin
Who was busy working very far away
He was sad, but couldn't leave
Even though it was Laney's birthday.

So she said that she would not be sad on this day
She knew that she had blessings all around
This group would be together someday
And her sanity would then again be found.

The Crazy Bunch, the Crazy Bunch, that's the way we became the Crazy Bunch.


Yes, today is my birthday, and I am 34. I expect to see my comment box flooded with comments, that's all I really want.

I feel guilty and selfish, not good birthday feelings. I feel guilty because I received beautiful cards from my dear family and friends and a large majority of my fellow Americans do not even have a pillow to lay their weary heads on. I feel selfish because I want my husband home, when he is simply trying to restore power and hope to people crippled by disaster. Yuck! It's not eloquent, but, yuck! My birthday wish is for comfort for those who mourn and hope for those who despair. Pray for your fellow citizens today, please.