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Thursday, January 28, 2010

First off, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for all of your prayers and words of encouragement, on this blog, in my email and on my daughter's blog! You guys are totally AMAZING!!! I've never felt the outpouring of love and support ever in my life like I have this week! I am humbled by your kindness, truly!!!

God has been working in the details like you wouldn't believe--allowing me to go to the clinic of my choice, had a dear friend who I haven't talked to in quite a while call and tell me she lives ten miles from said clinic and that our family can stay with them. On and on. God is watching out for us and holding my hand through this ordeal. I am blessed!

Now, enough talk of blechy stuff like cancer and all that entails.

You know how Jesus is my joy and how I dearly love to laugh. It IS the best medicine, you know.

So here's my question: Do you have any fun stories to share? I could sure use some! Crack open those memories and let's have a party! There's always laughter, when we party!!

I'm listening . . . .
Diann Hunt  
posted at 10:55 AM  
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At 11:44 AM, Blogger Southern-fried Fiction said...

Did I ever tell you the time the hubs had an accident at work and was laid up? His mum came over to help while I was at work. We lived in a tiny old apartment built in 1913. The kitchen was the size of my refrigerator. The stove was new ... in 1939. If I planned to use it to bake, it needed a good hour to come up to temperature. So my habit was to come in, flip the oven on, then go take a bath.

That night was no different. But ...wWe had so few cupboards, his mum had washed and slid the french-fry basket (we called it a chip pan) into the over for storage.

About 40 minutes after I'd been home, we began to smell this horrible odor. I finally tracked it to the oven, opened the door, and found a bubbling pool of pink plastic on the oven floor.

The moral of this story? Keep your mums-in-law out of your kitchen.

 
At 11:46 AM, Blogger Denise Hunter said...

Speaking of funny stories, maybe you can explain to our friends why you're staring at Kristin's breasts like that. Hmmmm?

 
At 11:48 AM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

Are you kidding me? You FORBADE us to use that picture. I almost did on my post Tuesday but thought I'd be flogged. LOL I'm so glad you used this one though because it's so you. LOL

 
At 12:03 PM, Blogger Hannah Alexander said...

I'm with Colleen. You forbade everyone to show that picture, and every time we looked at it we went into giggling fits. Just take a look at Diann's funny face and you will see how much fun she is to hang out with.

 
At 12:04 PM, Blogger Hannah Alexander said...

AND look how adorable she looks in those colors. She's winter, isn't she, Colleen? I told you I'm bringing a dark brown silky shirt for her to try on just to see how she really looks in brown.

 
At 12:11 PM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

ROTFLOL! You guys crack me up! Love this! Thank you, Ane!

I can't believe I posted the picture, either! But I thought, oh well, who cares! LOL

I can't remember what somebody said to bring attention to Krista's tatas but it evidently prompted my reaction. :-)

 
At 12:28 PM, Blogger Kristin said...

Oh my gosh, I am cracking up. I never thought that would see the light. I can just remember our conversation and it is CRACKING me up.

I was asking if my dress was too low, and making jokes about my overwhelming cleavage (not!) LOL

 
At 12:45 PM, Blogger Hannah Alexander said...

Oh, how about the night of the awards banquet at ACFW this year, when I had to leave after dinner because I couldn't sit any longer--back problems--and Kris and Diann went with me to help me walk out the kinks. Then we got the hasty call that they had already begun to give out the awards, and Rachel had won. So we raced back into the auditorium as everyone was applauding, but before we could reach our table--way up front--everyone sat down and fell silent for Rachel's speech. So young, nimble Kris just dropped to her knees so everyone could focus their attention on Rachel during her speech. So poor Diann and I did the same thing, knees crackling, sweating from the run in our fancy duds. Then Kris leapt up like a deer when the applause started again, and led us to the table, with Diann and me moaning and groaning in an effort to get back on our feet.

 
At 12:55 PM, Blogger Kristin said...

ROFLOL I had no idea that happened. You guys never said a thing. LOL

 
At 1:03 PM, Blogger Hannah Alexander said...

That's because we were too out of breath to talk, Kris. LOL

 
At 1:12 PM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

Oh my gosh, I'm cracking up! I didn't hear that story. LOL

 
At 1:25 PM, Blogger Kristin said...

Ok, I have to tell this one again. We were in a restaurant and Di felt like noodles and fried calamari sounded SOO good to her for some reason. So she ordered it. The look on her face when she tried to eat it was hysterical! She sat there gnawing on it and she leans in and says, "These noodles are kind of rubbery."

"Diann, do you know what calamari is?"
She said no, but I didn't want to tell her until she swallowed, so when the waiter came, I said, "Can she get some noodles? She didn't know what calamari was and it's not for her."
The waiter says no problem and leaves. Diann goes, 'What's calamari? I thought it was noodles."
And you have to admit, it sounds like spaghetti or cappelini, right?
"It's fried squid, it's a little rubbery, but it tastes good." As do most things fried, right?
I thought she might vomit right there, but it's one of my very favorite Di stories. She was going to be so brave and order something different, only to discover rubbery Italian squid. ROFLOL

 
At 1:37 PM, Blogger Jenny B. Jones said...

I just left the grocery store where it's packed with folks like me getting unnecessary food for the approaching ice storm.

There's a man about 70 years old who carries out groceries. On our way out to my car I asked him if he was going to get to go home before the storm. "Why?" he asks. "What did you have in mind?"

Praying for you!

 
At 1:38 PM, Blogger Kristin said...

THAT is so funny Jenny! What did you say back to him?

 
At 1:43 PM, Blogger Pam Sanderlin said...

Ok to tell the story about my daughter thinking you were an ax murderer, Diann? LOL.

 
At 1:54 PM, Blogger Peggy Blann Phifer said...

Favorite funny story about my dad from back in the early 50's. Our house was a two-story with two bedrooms on the first floor where Mom and Dad and my brother slept. My sister and I slept in a half-finished room in the attic.

Well, one night Daddy had to use the bathroom. Instead of turning on a light he groped his way down the hall feeling for the doorway to the bathroom. Buthe missed the linen closet so when he felt the door frame of the bathroom he kept going. All of a sudden there was this crash and thud that woke us all up.

Mom called out, "Daddy, where are you?"

He answered "I don't know! Come and find me!"

This 6' 2" 200# man, instead of walking into the bathroom, as he'd expected, walked right off the two steps down to the landing and the back door.

He never lived it down.

 
At 4:16 PM, Blogger Sarah said...

I was sneezing the other day while standing in a doorway and one of my sneezes was so hard I hit my head on the doorframe. My husband just stood there and laughed. I was a little irritated but couldn't help laughing too. Only me!

 
At 4:28 PM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

Colleen Coble said...
Dave reminded me of one of our funniest times. The four of us (DI and Jim, me and Dave) were on our RV tour for our Women of Faith books. We stopped for a meal. Taco Bell, I think. We ordered, got our drink cups, then I realized with horror that Di had ordered a Diet drink.

She went to move past me to get her Diet Pepsi. "No, Di," said, blocking her path. "That stuff is poison. You're supposed to be getting off of it."

"I want my Diet Coke," she said with a determined glint in her eye.

"You're not getting," I said, crossing my arms.

The boys thought we were about to come to blows. LOL I ended up backing down, if you can believe it. LOL All of us were rolling on the floor laughing about it though. That woman wanted her diet drink!

 
At 5:01 PM, Blogger Southern-fried Fiction said...

I'm loving these stories, sitting here cracking up! Di, that picture is great! I'd blow it up and frame it. ;) Y'all have way too much fun. :)

 
At 5:08 PM, Blogger Kristin said...

I may have shared this one already, but the deer leaping picture reminded me of it. One time, in college, there was a note left on my car that said, "You move like a gazelle" or some such nonsense, along with the guy's phone number to call him. I lived in downtown San Jose, it wasn't safe, and the fact that a 26 year old grad student would live in that muck for education did not endear me.

So I'm reading this note, and I'm walking along 10th Street (busy street) and I trip! Like on the ground. So I pop up, look around to see if the gazelle watcher or anyone else has seen me. Then, I look at my feet, and there is my mother's slip around my legs. It has slid down because I'm too cheap to buy my own slip and I work at the Fairmont. So now I'm faced with how to look cool and pick up my undergarment from around my legs. I stepped out of it, flicked it off the sidewalk and shoved it into my backpack. At this point, I take the gazelle note and wad it up into a nearby garbage can. If the guy is looking for a gazelle, he definitely has the wrong girl.

 
At 5:11 PM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

Oh my goodness, Pam, you HAVE to tell that story about your daughter!!!! That is HILARIOUS!!!!

 
At 5:40 PM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

Oh, Kristin, that gazelle story absolutely hurt my stomach, it was so funny!!!!! That is sooooo you!!!! Okay, that is soooo US!!!!

 
At 5:52 PM, Blogger Unknown said...

Diann! I am posting links to TWO stories I wrote on fallible about YOU. Both happened at ACFW in 2008. The first is about just how darned sweet you are and how you calmed me down when I was a jittery mess:

http://tinyurl.com/y97vhma

The SECOND does not mention you by name, but EVERYONE will know it's you when they remember that in 2008, you won a Book of the Year award at ACFW. This story (A New Girdle In Town) is a MUST READ and my most fun story EVER on fallible.com. At the time, Di was a bit embarrassed for me to share too boldly, but right now, I'm thinking she'll laugh:

http://tinyurl.com/yfyjeql

Much love and tons of prayers!!

 
At 6:15 PM, Blogger Unknown said...

Well, since I am particularly fond of and have tons of experience with what I'll euphemistically call "Medical Humor," I will now share My Most Embarrassing Moment Of My Entire Life.

I was More Than Mostly Dead, lying on the floor of the grocery store where I checked, in the back room where it's COLD. I'd been having repeated seizures of some sort and my boss had called my hubby to come retrieve me. He in turn had called 911 since I was obviously in no shape to be hauled home. In between seizing and passing out episodes, I'd sit on the toitie long enough to have diarrhea and, just for good measure, puke. Then I'd seize and pass out again. I woke up once for a few seconds and hubs told me the ambulance was on its way. In my near delirium, I somehow was cognizant enough to realize that I had committed a horrible act of diarrhea in my pants. "Doug," I said weakly, "you have to help me. Get these jeans off me, throw my panties away, and put the jeans back on me...." Then I passed out again until the paramedics arrived.

Two male and one female (Fiona!) EMTs struggled to find my blood pressure (I had none discernible for hours), tried to turn around my hypothermia (um, get me off the cold floor?) and cut off my blouse and bra to attach electrodes for an EKG. I endured this indignity in spite of grocery bagger guys wandering in and out, staring, but when the paramedic unzipped my jeans to remove them, I couldn't resist quipping the standard, "Well, at least I'm wearing clean underwear!" It was days later when hub finally reminded me I WAS WEARING NONE. Which explained why the EMTs looked so...concerned! :)

 
At 6:34 PM, Blogger Hannah Alexander said...

Diann, remember the post I made about Zevia cola? No calories, and it's sweetened with stevia, and no bitter aftertaste. It's wonderful.

 
At 6:48 PM, Blogger Hannah Alexander said...

Oh, Kris, thank you for that! It was hilarious!

When my friend Barbara was a teenager (a million years ago) she was walking the town square--the way we used to go cruising on Friday night. She'd lost her garters, and her hose began to roll down her legs all the way to her ankles, with half the high-school kids in attendance.

OH!!! And here's another one! My first husband (don't ask) had bad teeth, so had to get false ones when he was young. One day in the gymnasium during a volleyball tournament, he sneezed, and his teeth went flying across the floor. He just casually walked over, picked them up, and stuck them back into his mouth. I know, EEWWW!

 
At 6:50 PM, Blogger Kristin said...

Oh my gosh, can you imagine sneezing out your teeth?THAT is so funny. Add to it the fact that high school is just embarrassing on a daily basis, and that's true mortification.

 
At 6:52 PM, Blogger Hannah Alexander said...

Oh, Katy, I hope you quit that job! Hilarious!!! But concerning.

 
At 6:58 PM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

Oh my gosh, I so remember the Spanx!!! LOL

 
At 7:05 PM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

Oh, I'm just LOVING this! THANK YOU for the laughs today!!!!

 
At 7:16 PM, Blogger Unknown said...

Cheryl, I never showed my face, or...um...any of my other parts, in Thriftway again! :)

I have ONLY worn a Spanx ONCE--to my DD's wedding. She married into a fine Christian family and had told me to make sure, just in case it might offend their sensibilities, that my mother-of-the-bride dress did not show any cleavage. LIKE SHE'S EVER KNOWN ME TO HAVE CLEAVAGE!! So, the straps on the dress were a bit too long. I shortened them to hike the bodice of the dress up a bit, to be on the extremely safe side, cleavage-wise. But I didn't try the dress on again till I got to the church. All I knew was that there was NO WAY I would be able to wear that form-fitting dress without smoothing out everything underneath it with Spanx. DANG!! That girdle compressed my torso to the point that I suddenly had Tatas On Display!!! Some of our gentlemen friends greeted me quite, um, exuberantly that day! :)

 
At 7:32 PM, Blogger Hannah Alexander said...

LOL, Katy! That's what happens when you force everything upward. I wish I'd been there! Oh, any pictures?

The first conference where I met Karen Ball, I'd packed a very fancy dress for the banquet, that I had worn the year before to a conference. Only I'd lost weight. And the only thing holding this dress up were the tatas that had diminished in size. There was plenty of lace sleeve and shoulders, but it didn't hold me up. So I used those little strappy thingies they sew inside to hang the dresses, and tied them together so they'd go over my shoulders for support. I was sitting at the very front, facing over 200 banquet attendees while a man played the piano directly behind me. The straps broke. I felt my dress slipping. It was horrifying.

The dress didn't fall. I swelled myself up as much as I could, and kept my arms tightly against my sides. The next day, I had an appointment to meet with Karen. She immediately asked me if I was okay the night before, because I had a horrible look on my face, like I was terrified--she was one table over. She said she'd started praying for me immediately. So in the end, Karen Ball kept my dress from falling down. She never forgot me.

 
At 7:48 PM, Blogger Unknown said...

Cheryl, That is the best Karen Ball story, maybe, EVER. Way to make an impression!!! :)

Here is a pic of my mother of the bride dress. Now, understand, this cleavage may not look like much to most people, but for ME, it was ASTOUNDING. And I owe it all to Spanx!

http://www.flickr.com/photos/carriekray/1281116773/in/set-72157601784806305/

 
At 8:11 PM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

WOW! Look at you, Ms. VaVaVoom!!!!! ROTFLOL!

 
At 8:36 PM, Blogger Hannah Alexander said...

Oh, man, I can't pull it up! AUGHHHH!!!

 
At 8:51 PM, Blogger jel said...

this happen a very long time ago,
my mom and I were at a hospital staying with one of my sisters, who was there. it has been a long week, so one day mom and I had just ate a bite of food in the hospital cafe, as we were leaving the cafe,there was this older (anut BEE,type) lady walking in front of us, well all of a sudden this lady started fanny her backside, as she was walking down the hall, I got so tickle, I had to turn around and go back the way we came, mom came back laughing just as hard . :)

 
At 9:23 PM, Blogger Hannah Alexander said...

LOL! Jan, that was hilarious! The poor woman thought she was alone. Flatulence is an equal opportunity employer. LOL

 
At 10:02 PM, Blogger Beverly said...

Well...Sunday, during worship, during the song, Shine, Jesus, Shine ... and the lyrics, "blaze, Spirit, blaze, set this heart on fire..." I heard myself sing, "Glaze, Spirit, Glaze..."

TOO MUCH FOOD NETWORK in this house!

Love you and praying, Diann!

 
At 10:14 PM, Blogger Hannah Alexander said...

ROTFL, Beverly!!! I can SO identify!

 
At 10:16 PM, Blogger Beverly said...

Having so much fun reading these while two angelic (ahem) girls sleep.

I hear rattling...a little too much to ignore. Upon investigation, I finally find the cat closed up in the dryer!! GIRLS!!!!

 
At 10:20 PM, Blogger Hannah Alexander said...

I'd offer to lend you my three cats, but Mel would protest. They're babysitting me the next two days while Mel's out working.

 
At 10:27 PM, Blogger Beverly said...

Okay....need to publicly apologize to the girls. Just heard a cat YOWL and found the other cat got himself stuck in the dryer! These 2 rascals!!

 
At 11:00 PM, Blogger Hannah Alexander said...

Oops. My cats are all downstairs near the laundry room. ACK

 
At 1:01 AM, Blogger Unknown said...

My most embarrassing moment:

The weather here where I live (just south of Indianapolis, IN) has been aggravating an ongoing back problem and I have been taking the maximum dose of pain medication for the last 3 days.

Today, as she and a group of friends were preparing to board a ship for a Mexican cruise (not fair!), Lori Copeland called on behalf of everyone to say hello. In my dazed stupor I thanked Lori so much for the latest book of hers that I had listened to on my iPod. Lori, as gracious as ever, responded to my comments in a rather vague manner but I figured I was just misinterpreting what she said. It was only AFTER we had hung up that I realized Lori hadn't written that particular book at all!

Boy, did I feel like an idiot! I think my face will be red for the next month! Got a rock I can crawl under?

And I can't even make it straight until she comes home next week! Hopefully by that time I will be able to laugh about it. I give you all permission, though, to laugh now.

 
At 1:13 AM, Blogger Pam Sanderlin said...

My 15-year old daughter gives me a hard time about reading and commenting on girlswriteout. J is irritated that I won't let her meet people on line, but I 've made friends with all of you. It's a double-standard in her mind. Our conversations usually go something like the one we had two days ago:

J: "Why are you crying?"
Me: "I'm upset that my friend Diann has been diagnosed with cancer."
J: "Mom!! You don't even know her!"
Me: "Yes, I do."
J: "For all you know, Diann Hunt may be an axe murderer. You MET her on the Internet! You've never even seen her face-to-face!"
Me: "She's a Christian writer. How can she be an axe murderer? She's very kind and funny."
J: "Well, she writes about murder, right? She must know..."
Me: "Diann doesn't write about murder, Colleen Coble does."
J: "Well, there you have it. Diann might not be an axe murderer, but she's friends with one (Colleen)."

 
At 7:23 AM, Blogger Unknown said...

Pam S, I had a kid just like yours!! TOO funny. :)

 
At 8:09 AM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

Pam, that dialogue absolutely CRACKS ME UP!!! I SOOOOO love that story!! Thank you for sharing it!

Thanks to the rest of you for sharing your stories, too. It's put such a happy zip in my spirit! I love my cyber friends!!!

 
At 8:38 AM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

oh my gosh, I'm cracking up!!!

 
At 10:52 AM, Blogger Crystal Laine said...

I fell on the floor laughing at Pam S.'s conversation.

Diann used to hang out with lawyers and axe murderers. And ironies of ironies, Colleen was a church secretary. Go figure. ROTFL.

 
At 7:18 AM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

Too funny, Crystal, and very true!!

Thanks again for all these comments. They were such fun to read!

 

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Kristin Billerbeck
Kristin Billerbeck is a proud Californian, wife, mother of four, and connoisseur of the irrelevant. She writes Christian Chick Lit; where she finds need for most of the useless facts lulling about in her head.

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Colleen Coble

Colleen Coble writes romantic suspense with a strong atmospheric element. A lovable animal of some kind--usually a dog--always populates her novels. She can be bribed with DeBrand mocha truffles.

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Denise Hunter

Denise Hunter writes women's fiction and love stories with a strong emotional element. Her husband says he provides her with all her romantic material, but Denise insists a good imagination helps too.

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Diann Hunt

Diann Hunt writes romantic comedy and humorous women's fiction. She has been happily married forever, loves her family, chocolate, her friends, chocolate, her dog, and well, chocolate.

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Hannah Alexander

Cheryl Hodde writes romantic medical suspense under the pen name of Hannah Alexander, using all the input she can get from her husband, Mel, for the medical expertise. For fun she hikes and reads. Out of guilt, she rescues discarded cats. She and Mel are presently taking orders from four pampered strays.

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