The Talker and I are getting ready to get our beauty on. In a couple of weeks we will be participating in a St. Baldrick's head shaving event. St. Baldrick's funds pediatric cancer research. This is an issue that has become very personal to our family, thanks to an amazing teen neighbor who has battled aggressive tumors this entire school year.
The Talker has already collected more than $500, eclipsing his current $250 goal. (He originally hoped to raise $100). I am almost to my goal of $265. Last year I tried to raise $500. I fell short by $15. So this year when I planned to raise $250, The Talker reminded me about the shortfall from last Spring. Thus, my $265 goal.
I was planning to post a link here to our participant fundraising pages but I decided against that since those pages are all listed under our real names. I know you are flabbergasted to learn that his name isn't ACTUALLY The Talker. I feel sorta like a fraud...
If you would like to donate to The Boy, please contact me and I'll direct you to his collection page. I'll be sure to post some pictures after we get our melons all bald and beautified.
Thursday, March 07, 2013
Wednesday, March 06, 2013
Just haven't wanted to write for a while. I used to apologize for extended absences. Nowadays I say "deal with it. Or don't" I am just not inclined to worry about it.
A month ago I renewed my love of road biking. The Boss Lady helped me make the leap and I bought a Specialized road bike (aka a ten speed - though this one technically has 18 gear combinations). I have had the bike for 3 and a half weeks and have already topped a hundred miles in the saddle. I still grin like a school boy when the new blue racer and I hit 30 miles per hour on a nice, flat cruise.
The new bike may have been a really well timed purchase, too. A week after I got the new ride home, the bottom fell out of our household. And since then it has been nice to have something to keep my mind and body occupied.
Not even a month ago we got some awful news about The Big White Dog. His chest cavity was full of one giant and fast growing tumor and the cancer was already showing up in his kidneys too. We knew he was not feeling great, but we were certainly not prepared to hear the worst case scenario was coming true. Less than a week later our 125 pound, 8 year old puddle of puppy was gone. After realizing that he was unable to eat or drink, The Boss and I knew that we had to let the vet help Kodak go.
And that sucks. Again. And Again.
Long suffering readers may realize that this is indeed the third pet we have lost in less than a year. Our Spring addition to the family was a 2-3 year old Great Pyrenees girl who had been used up by a lousy backyard breeder. Something went wrong after her spay surgery and we lost her two weeks later. The kids were crushed. The Boss was devastated. I was wrecked. It sucked.
A few months ago we had to decide to have our 17 year old kitty cat, P.K., aka Pretty Kitty, put to sleep. She was ancient and it was no surprise. Still, the kids were crushed. The Boss Lady was devastated. I was wrecked. It sucked. Again.
After losing Kodak, none of us are totally back to ourselves yet. We have mostly quit crying but it is still horrible to realize that our big ol' albino melon head is not sitting and peeking OVER the fence when we arrive home in the evenings.
The 12 pound puppy we adopted last summer is adjusting well to his role as big dog of the house. Now I can only hope that the rest of us adjust pretty soon, too.