As you know, the Oklahoma City bombing took place back in April of 1995. I was working my first full-time job at the time, and the folks I worked with felt quite helpless about the whole situation. We wanted to do something to help, but the company wouldn’t match any sort of financial contribution, and the money that WAS raised didn’t seem to really amount to anything and blech. It sort of sucked. We sent off a check, and still felt as if we hadn’t done enough.
And then one of the employees made a huge card for all of us to sign. (And by huge, I mean it was nearly forty eight inches tall. You know those stupid big cards that no one really wants to receive? Yeah. It was one of those. Made out of flimsy paper pulled off of a roll.)
Please know that I’m all for cards and well-wishes and heartfelt sentiments and whatnot. With that said, when the card got to me, I really hesitated before signing it. Why did I hesitate? Because, at the time, I was working with people who were actually writing things like, “Turn your scars into stars, Oklahoma! Love, Judy!” and “I once visited that building on my vacation! Get well soon, Oklahoma!”
Okay. Let’s fast forward nearly fourteen years to yesterday afternoon. As you know, I had a pretty sucky day. (And please know that my suckiest of days don’t even come close to the suckiness behind the Oklahoma bombing. That’s NOT what I’m saying. Gheez. I’m not even sure why I brought it up other than to tell you about that ridiculous Scars into Stars thing. Please know that the card also sported quite a few smiley faces with tears coming out of the eyes. I’m hoping they were all drawn by the same person, because if several people went in the crying smiley face direction, well, that’s sort of weird, right?) Anyway. Yesterday. All it took was me quickly muttering the term Bread Pudding, and the e-mails and comments started pouring in.
To summarize: You guys LOVE bread pudding! And so do I! Also, you guys are ALL having sort of sucky days lately! SO, let’s turn our scars into stars, people! Let’s all go to the grocery store and gear up for the First Annual Fluid Pudding BreadPuddingAlong!
What you need to do: Sometime this weekend, make a bread pudding. (I just might go with this one.) THEN, send a photo my way via e-mail or a link or whatever. If you don’t want to deal with a photograph, just tell me about your pudding! Write a stinkin’ poem about your pudding! And eat your pudding! And maybe make an extra for that friend or neighbor who seems to be a bit on the crying smiley face side of the fence! It’s the First Annual Fluid Pudding BreadPuddingAlong!
Tell your friends.
(I’ll contact Hallmark.)