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Alright I suck.
I am walking next month to raise money and awareness for Autism and what have I raised so far? That's right ZIP!
Why?
Because I suck at begging.
I also suck at sales.


Did I ever tell you that I tried selling Mary Kay? One month of nothing and I gave up - I knew without a shadow of a doubt sales was not something I should ever try again.


Supporting friends and great causes, however, have me back to trying to gain some form of support. Please Please Please Please Please and PRETTY Please think about giving a 20.00 dollar donation for me to walk my heart out the morning of my daughters 8th birthday party.


If I am willing to walk and show support instead of spending the day getting ready for a party - a party I will have to cater, decorate and manage surely someone who sort of likes me, somewhere will be willing to sponsor a few dollars to show they support me.


My BFF (Tired Mom) has two children with Autism. One is improving and taking off at an amazing pace the other, at the moment, is going backwards. Please help show support in helping families that face more challenges and heartache then you can imagine.
The struggles to get through one day and a night are more than most parents face in a month.

Everyday new breakthrough's are coming forward, new research and studies helping to understand this great threat to the children of the future. They have found so far 2 different strands of DNA that put in the right link in the chain trigger Autism.
So far there is no cure.
The numbers are staggering and even worse they are climbing steadily - each year more children are born with Autism.


My personal goal is to raise 200.00 but I would love to raise even more. Please support me and my team. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my begging!
Love to all!

I like me - who knew?

A while ago I was having some major headaches, coupled with blurred vision, dizziness and speech stutters. I ran for my doctor.
My family has no history of tumors, in fact my family seems to favor heart issues. No matter that brain tumors are no where on my family tree I still ran to my doctor.
In one day I saw my doctor in the morning and had an MRI in the afternoon.

Go ahead ask me what they saw on the tests...
My brain is beautiful! LOL
Yup that's right she said the words beautiful and perfect when referring to MY BRAIN!

I can joke now, but for one whole week while I waited to see my doctor I was worried. I worried about going in for surgery. I worried about what they might have to cut through.

You see my brain is not like most peoples. I mean that literally. I am a global thinker. I use both sides of my brain and have since childhood. I am ambidextrous. I can write and use both my hands for all tasks. When I played baseball I was a switch hitter. When I play catch with my son I favor my left hand.

Before I fired my shrink, she said that it was my brain that had kept me from going insane already. That I was handling and coping with more drama and emotional stress. Because of how my brain functions I was taking on more than most people can handle.

So when I was faced with the possibility of having a tumor I began to worry about what cutting into my brain might do to one like me.
What it might do to my personality.

In a panic I called my BFF (Tired Mom). My biggest worry? What if I turned NICE?
Now for those that don't understand that statement. I love my snarky ways. I love having an edge. Sharp wit is my friend. I find my sometimes malicious sense of humor slightly delicious and lets face it - you do to. Either that or this blog would be pretty flippin boring.

I know that most people when faced with having a tumor might worry about other things, but my major worry seriously was what might happen to my personality.
I like being me.
Even though being me is not easy and I don't have a ton of friends, those I do have, are the type of friends everyone wishes for. They really and truly have my back.

I used to be so alone. On the outside looking in. My core center of friends was at most 3 friends at a time. It doesn't matter though, I still like who I am. I like my stubbornness. My charisma. My bluntness. My inability to be fake. After years of berating myself - for constantly telling myself that it was my own fault and that if I changed I could have more friends, be more popular and have an easier life - guess what?

I don't want it.
I like my life the way it is.
I like me.

So with that revelation it was worth the worry, the stress and the fear of a possible tumor.
I am fine.
No I am better than fine, I am happy.

Turns out all I needed was sleep and to de-stress. My cluster headaches are gone and my sharp, rigid, inflexible, pig-headed, stubborn, one-sided, black and white personality is safely in tack.
Have I mentioned that all is right in the world?

Sprains and Pains

Yup, that's right.
I did it!
I sprained my ankle this morning walking back to my car after dropping off Little man and Prissy.
Waling across a mostly level pavement.
Have I ever mentioned how big of a klutz I am?

Yesterday we battled it out with Prissy and her bedroom in the end one large trash bag of toys made its way to the garbage can - I think she will keep her room clean now.
Have I ever mentioned how much I don't like the attitude she comes home with school with? We are working to re-teach her manners. As well as being clean.
This is the fun part of being a parent! (Yes I am being sarcastic)

On a good note I am still losing weight, I am down several pounds since I started losing - 12 pds in total so far and I am thrilled!