Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Thank you SOOO MUCH!!!


(photo courtesy of Todd Meigs)

I want to thank everyone who volunteered, donated and walked with Max Media/The Race 4 Ginni at the Komen Affiliate's Race For The Cure last Saturday!

Together, we raised $500 OVER OUR GOAL!!! And secured the largest corporate team for the THIRD YEAR IN A ROW! But MORE importantly, we are doing big things to help put an end to breast cancer FOREVER! What a wonderful birthday gift for my sister. And what a wonderful celebration of life gift for ALL of our survivor friends and families!

I can't thank you all enough for all the hard work this year. I'm sending you a virtual BIG BEAR HUG! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!

Monday, October 20, 2008



Do you believe in angels?

I do.

11/11/08 at 11.

Thursday, October 16, 2008


I believe in Angels....

November 11th.

Monday, October 13, 2008


Do you believe in Angels?

I do.

Watch this space.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Happy Birthday, Sweet Ginni


I love you and I miss you so much.


Thursday, October 9, 2008

Squirrels. Flippin' squirrels.

Squirrels are cute, fluffy, loveable from a distance...but oh the aggravation and damage those little boogers can cause.

I have this big ole oak tree in my front yard. I mean, HUGE...I mean, has more than likely been there for a hundred years or so. Okay, it's been there a long time. Big dang tree.

And it's seriously full of acorns. I don't know why I'm just now getting around to complaining about it because this mess happens every year:

Squirrels. Hundreds of them. Stocking their supply for the winter. Constantly pelting my head when I sit on the front porch.

And some of those furry-butted critters have the nerve to come up to me and stare. Like they're daring me to say something. Brats.

Whenever I take baby Emma out of the house, I have to put the cover over the car seat so she doesn't get it either.

Yesterday, I sat on my front porch with an umbrella. Listening to the acorns hit the polyester like water torture. No rain, unless you count that it was raining acorns. It was the only way I could enjoy the outdoors.

All of the sudden, from the backyard, I heard my dog Tucker crying the blues. I thought maybe he wanted to sit in the front yard with me. Nope. Seems that the squirrels have begun throwing acorns from the top of the house into the backyard so they can continue to bury their spoils there. And hitting poor Tucker in the head in the process.

I humbly apologize to all the squirrel lovers out there...but right now this is squirrel-hatin' season for me. I'll go back to thinking they're cute and fluffy in the spring, I promise.

I need a motrin for this bangin' headache. And hard hats for me and my dog.

Til next time.