My poor son, Evan, is terrified of Edward. He constantly asks me if the cat has "the look of pounce." Meaning, if that cat is going psycho-kitty on me, I'm out of here. We hope that Edward and Evan will eventually be good friends.
Friday, August 05, 2005
Thursday, August 04, 2005
My ankle is taped, but my heart is still sore. With about 7 weeks to go, this weekend is our big fundraiser for the Breast Cancer 3-Day Walk. We are having an art auction at the Breadline Theater Gallery on Saturday night to raise the $6300 we need to do the walk. My friends have had to "readjust" me a few times as it is very personal for me. I've discovered that the walking is the easy part for me, painful at times, but easy compared to dealing with all the raw emotions I have while I go through this exercise.
So, my greatest hope is that we will do well and raise a lot of money so that other people won't have to go through what our family has faced. I know I can't buy a cure, but I can help raise money for much needed research. If you are in town, please come to the auction. It will be great fun and there is so much cool art. Really!
Breadline Theater Gallery
1802 W. Berenice
If you can't attend, you can still donate by going to:
Click on the Chicago dates and then on the Donate button. Type in my name and it will take you to my fundraising page where you can make a donation on-line.
Hope to see all of you on Saturday night!
Posted by Tenacious S at 11:26 PM
Monday, August 01, 2005
Emma found this lovely picture for me. What is she trying to tell me? The quote is from Evan. He uttered this one day when we were in the grocery store as the coffee was passing him on the conveyor belt at the cashier. I guess this makes me an addict. Oh well, I can think of worse things to be addicted to. Kids, all truth, no filter.
Posted by Tenacious S at 11:55 PM