<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223</id><updated>2012-01-24T15:26:12.807-05:00</updated><category term='motherhood'/><category term='hives'/><category term='Timmy Simpson'/><category term='stage IV'/><category term='Cuisinart'/><category term='death'/><category term='ivetic'/><category term='neupogen'/><category term='Herceptin'/><category term='Memorial'/><category term='Busy  Mom Contests'/><category term='Aaron&apos;s Booth'/><category term='Proctor Gamble'/><category term='post a comment'/><category term='bc mets'/><category term='winter Olympics'/><category term='port a cath removal'/><category term='carson palmer'/><category term='Final Inspection'/><category term='benny'/><category term='mom review'/><category term='dying'/><category term='free shipping'/><category term='www.youngthegiant.com'/><category term='abc'/><category term='allergic'/><category term='breast cancer'/><category term='PET Scan images'/><category term='xfinity'/><category term='letters'/><category term='Leukine'/><category term='Chase Community Giving'/><category term='Civics'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='Dick&apos;s sporting goods'/><category term='Vote'/><category term='Barilla'/><category term='warrior in Pink'/><category term='waste'/><category term='mortality'/><category term='Philadelphia Police'/><category term='Xeloda'/><category term='economy'/><category term='neulasta'/><category term='Timothy Simpson'/><category term='kids recipies'/><category term='A.skate'/><category term='Sgt. 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text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-8514617044606616742?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8514617044606616742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=8514617044606616742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8514617044606616742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8514617044606616742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2012/01/published-with-blogger-droid-v1.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-1737146205258682684</id><published>2012-01-10T03:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T03:00:40.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My boys</title><content type='html'>I know from time to time, I ask for girl time. I live with all boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has reminded me that sometimes that isn't a bad thing. Maybe instead of being odd one out, it's more like I'm a spoiled princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has the biggest heart. He is the most selfless man I know. He would give anything to make us happy. He drove 4 hours to make grandkids happy. Froze at park. Missed football. Is always helping around the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby is working 12 hours sometimes more. He went on at 4am so he would be home by 7pm to take me for a MRI. Then he spent weekend taking care of me. Now he is trying to adjust to insanity at work. I know he is worried. Have brain MRI too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son makes sure I'm loved. he works hard and makes me proud. We had great night. Registered for swimming and then we did dinner just two of us. He is also being very open, asking us questions and maturing. Plus even trying some new classes that I recommended and being a good sport keeping me company tomorrow at MRI. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to my guys, I got good friends. My mom always went with me for test results. I think bc my chance of it being cancer was less than 2% per the Dr at my biopsy. I went by myself to get the results. I should of known I was last pt of the days, I was called bc they needed to see my few mm incision. But heck I had no risk factors, I was 29 with new baby. I was listening to Van Morrison with the windows down on my way to drs. My last carefree moment on my life. She felt bad I was alone then. So she tried to always go. I've gotten bad news over the years but have been ok. The brain scares me but lepto meta scare me even more. My onc, told my dad she would hopefully have results for my apt Wed.  I'm anxious. I feel like people get weary praying for good results. But I feel like prayers have been answered bc tests lately have been ok. Not good news but nothing horrible.  Feel better with a safety net of someone there. My boys are all swamped then so my dear friends are coming with me. Hopefully it's good news and we will go out and celebrate!!! Some girl time. &lt;br /&gt;Back to talking about Girl time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-1737146205258682684?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1737146205258682684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=1737146205258682684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1737146205258682684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1737146205258682684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-boys.html' title='My boys'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-1921416507609368720</id><published>2011-12-17T01:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T01:45:40.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain, pain go away</title><content type='html'>Ugh I have a stupid rash from tykerb and now today I have horrible pain in my left abdominal  and getting no relief at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-1921416507609368720?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1921416507609368720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=1921416507609368720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1921416507609368720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1921416507609368720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2011/12/pain-pain-go-away.html' title='Pain, pain go away'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-1271747327952236858</id><published>2011-12-08T13:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T13:27:06.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-1271747327952236858?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1271747327952236858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=1271747327952236858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1271747327952236858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1271747327952236858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2011/12/k-published-with-blogger-droid-v1.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-1958888808025276999</id><published>2011-12-07T04:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T04:46:03.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad night</title><content type='html'>For the second time in a week, I am still awake at 5 am due to abdominal pain. Right now I curled up in the chair in my bedroom. Took every drug in my arsenal but no relief. Honestly it just stinks. No sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is off and we had nice day. He is such a good guy. My dad surprised us and bought Danish and stuff for when we got up. Dear son stayed home from school but still did all his work. Crazy week with three tests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feels bad even complaining about the pain. My sons friend has bad stomach pains. It breaks my heart that he is in such pain. The pain I have tonight, I wouldn't wish on anyone but to think of an eleven year old going through it. :( at least I can sit here and offer some prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-1958888808025276999?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1958888808025276999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=1958888808025276999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1958888808025276999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1958888808025276999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2011/12/bad-night.html' title='Bad night'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-5411960697223006137</id><published>2011-12-01T07:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T07:44:17.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December</title><content type='html'>Today marks official count down to Christmas and meterlogical start to winter. All things I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the holidays bring such a mixed emotion. I Love them. Buying presents to make others happy, the decorations and reflection of lights on the snow, the tree and how each ornament tells a story and the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But each holiday brings worry.normally it's will I be here next year? But this year so many people died just last week in my support group. I wonder will I even be here this Christmas. three of these women weren't even where you would think Death is near. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry, will someone make cookies with Shay? Spoil him? Make sure we do Something for those less fortunate ? Make sure that Christmas is still celebrated and happy despite being sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a lot to be thankful for. Tonight is FPS reception. We have food, warmth, family and friends .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-5411960697223006137?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5411960697223006137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=5411960697223006137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/5411960697223006137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/5411960697223006137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2011/12/december.html' title='December'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-3064246200523881193</id><published>2011-11-17T02:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T02:17:06.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11 16</title><content type='html'>Good day, Drs visit was uneventful. Your teacher asked me if you would be ok with a service project at Gildas club which is a place to help families effected by cancer. I hope you can get some support. &lt;br /&gt;I thought it was nice that they asked before picking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report card day was good. Different as you said your "report card" was "ok" since there were few grades just science. But then with email part we went over it and you did great. Improved some spots. Got a b in science and she said you did outstanding work. That was your hardest course. Everything else was great . This has been so different and u are working so hard at writing better , holding pencil, studying, listening taking notes it's so much new stuff. You always worry I will get mad or be disappointed. I love you and am so proud. You always try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight you shocked me, you asked for flounder for dinner. Plus this week you have up French fries and onion rings. You are trying new things and eating healthier making  better food choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I give you suggestions on looking at calories in what we eat, it's not bc I think you need to lose weight. We all could eat healthier and I want to give you guideline to do it bc I worry about leaving you so I cram as much info as I can. Pop pop loves u and just wants you happy. If that means letting you eat a box of muffins so be it. Moderation is good. Eat healthy things and a few treats but in moderation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same thing when I tell you you should know math facts better. You do well in math but if you have them memorized it would help. I worry again I wont be here and have another chance to remind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other words of wisdom. Mke flas cards for definitions or main ideas in study guides the read through notes and add info to the cards that way all of it ends up group in one spot. Underline key differences or words to help you remember and color code if needed.  Don't wait to last minute. Be kind but don't let people walk all over you. Save money. Credit cards are only for emergencies and necessarities not wants. Deodorant  Every day. Moisturize brush and floss. Toilet seat down when finished and wash your hands. Treasure your first kiss. Listen to ck and poppop. 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Arm tremor was whole arm . Lasted hours. Had bad headache. Called oncologist never hear from her so off to Er we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er was a trip. Got  drugs for migraine that gave me terrifying dystonic reaction. Arms and  legs uncontrollable , curling up, became agitated. Cured headache. No clue on the arm. Every one just stares. I took videos I will try and upload. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pet showed progression of adrenal mets and new cancer in mammary lymph nodes. So new chemo. Running out of options. We discussed Tykerb and Xeloda. Even though I did Xeloda previously and it only worked short time. Havelen she likes but there are no published studies on it with herceptin. Trying to see if I fit criteria for TDM-I . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea on tremor. I made appointment with my neurologist. Also going to check with my plastic surgeon to see if he has any ideas. I do think that the stress I am under with this move maybe exacerbating things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pet def could of been worse. I am grateful for what it is. My sons new school is amazing. They agreed to let him finish year there because when we move we will be in another elementary school. In fact they offered us some gift cards to help with food and clothes. Which is sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to sign lease on new place and then I can relax and start new chemo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will start chemo same week we are moving out of this heck hole Mess we rented and uprooting ourselves for the third time this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is it . Thanks for listening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my iPod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-914318515051895612?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/914318515051895612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=914318515051895612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/914318515051895612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/914318515051895612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2011/10/felt-horrible-yesterday.html' title='Er, pet scan and news'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-2844708437268054143</id><published>2011-10-05T08:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T08:20:28.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I had CT scan and then saw my oncologist. Of course my arm which has tremors all the time did it 4 times in her office and she missed them UGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CT SCAN showed more progression in Adrenal met, its 1 cm bigger in each of its 3 measurements so guess its 3cm bigger?? Lung mets the same, the liver and gall bladder looked good and no abdominal tumors seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I still feel ill. So its a Pet scan, then we will discuss MRIs. She told me to try Ativan and an abdominal medicine for the pain and spasms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some good news, some progression and lots more questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My onc is going to think about things, look at all reports. I have had so many tests last 7 months. Try to get PET approved and then go from there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said this is the cross roads where we decided if we switch tx or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like cause of the pain in abdomen and back and the reason my arm is spasming up even as I type this to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me vent and get my fears out there. I miss my mom so much days like today b/c I need to get them out. my boys are awesome support but maybe its a girl thing I just miss. I am scared of what the heck is going on with my body b/c losing some function in your dominant hand terrifies me and my QOL. As I was falling asleep my entire shoulder was jerking, my husband was shocked at how bad it is. Wish I had videotaped it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-2844708437268054143?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/2844708437268054143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=2844708437268054143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/2844708437268054143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/2844708437268054143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2011/10/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-5121389562035943009</id><published>2011-10-04T07:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T07:18:04.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So scared</title><content type='html'>I have had a feeling of doom, like I was going to die soon for last two months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The abdominal pain is there, but yesterday I developed back pain and myoclonus in my right arm that progressively got worse as day went on. Numbness foot and hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be ok to get us settled in new house, shay school worked out and see him through sixth grade. I want that so bad. He is an amazing kid. With all that he has been. Through he keeps going. Tells me moving is ok, he is fine with small, would prefer we could find place we stay in. He wants to know he has taken good care of me, he does the best job even though I don't think a kid should take care of parents. His love, hugs and help gave me the last nine years. Seven more than anyone thought but as we saw with my mom sometimes our bodies can't fight anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this is it but I don't want it to be. I just feel like my entire body is failing all at once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-5121389562035943009?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5121389562035943009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=5121389562035943009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/5121389562035943009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/5121389562035943009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-scared.html' title='So scared'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-8858234014010012907</id><published>2011-09-29T00:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T00:06:40.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Day</title><content type='html'>What a Day&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting at chemo. I have had abdominal pain right side under ribs. Now bloating or ascities has started I think. Not real noticeable but lost three pounds but couldn't button my pants yesterday that fit me a few weeks ago. I don't feel horrible but feel uncomfortable. Nauseous don't want to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ct scan on Tuesday. My onc just stopped by chemo chair to tell me she will call me tues night but be prepared for chemo switch Wed. But while deep down I just know something isn't right and its most likely progression. Ultrasound ruled out gallbladder. I was still shocked to hear that. She can't tell me what chemo she would switch me to bc she doesn't know Exactally what we are dealing with. I do not do well with sudden changes at all with my chemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just Freaking out a bit. Any ideas what chemo might be next in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that I just moved in July and landlord informed us last night that she will not renew our lease so have to move again in 60 days. My son has Developmental Dyspraxia. Met with school yesterday and they said he has problems with transitions but is adjusting. He needs to stay in this school. I am so impressed with their curriculum and services. Most importantly he is doing great socially, kids are awesome and he is happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year was so bad. Last year today we left for Orlando thanks to http://www.takeabreakfromcancer.org/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was really one of only a few bright spots. Cancer impacts so much of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note I will blog about in coming weeks, will be 9 years with mets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;Posted by Kelly K. at 9:05 PM&lt;br /&gt;Email This&lt;br /&gt;BlogThis!&lt;br /&gt;Share to Twitter&lt;br /&gt;Share to Facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-8858234014010012907?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8858234014010012907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=8858234014010012907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8858234014010012907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8858234014010012907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-day.html' title='What a Day'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-4626845310228146912</id><published>2011-09-25T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T23:33:30.043-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.Skate Foundation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autism'/><title type='text'>I voted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ILF08M9vJa8/Tn_xf72ia2I/AAAAAAAAAR4/MLUa9rkIscg/s1600/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ILF08M9vJa8/Tn_xf72ia2I/AAAAAAAAAR4/MLUa9rkIscg/s320/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;It is that easy just text&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;108814 to Pepsi (73774) to vote from your mobile everyday until 9/30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(6, 33, 120, 0.0976563); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(6, 33, 120, 0.0976563); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;I voted for&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="askaters" href="http://twitter.com/#!/askaters" rel="nofollow" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;s style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; opacity: 0.5; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; white-space: normal;"&gt;askaters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="twitter-timeline-link" data-display-url="pep.si/qFDHaa" data-expanded-url="http://pep.si/qFDHaa" data-ultimate-url="http://pep.si/qFDHaa" href="http://t.co/XuuIP6bv" rel="nofollow" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="http://pep.si/qFDHaa"&gt;http://pep.si/qFDHaa&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;you should too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23ivotedforaskate" rel="nofollow" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;" title="#ivotedforaskate"&gt;&lt;s class="hash" style="display: inline-block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; opacity: 0.7; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;#&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; white-space: normal;"&gt;ivotedforaskate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-4626845310228146912?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/4626845310228146912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=4626845310228146912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/4626845310228146912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/4626845310228146912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-voted.html' title='I voted'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ILF08M9vJa8/Tn_xf72ia2I/AAAAAAAAAR4/MLUa9rkIscg/s72-c/photo+%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-6075678239512589106</id><published>2011-09-25T23:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T23:25:03.875-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.skate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pepsi refresh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deluxe Distribution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='claire Roberts'/><title type='text'>Please help kids with Autism and A.skate Foundation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JfP_-HlOBcc/Tn_pLsHpkuI/AAAAAAAAARw/2ZQFCVtHpBo/s1600/308159_2421695345602_1348002543_32890618_346313293_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JfP_-HlOBcc/Tn_pLsHpkuI/AAAAAAAAARw/2ZQFCVtHpBo/s320/308159_2421695345602_1348002543_32890618_346313293_n.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="uiInfoTable mvm profileInfoTable" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 493px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="data" style="line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;div class="description summary"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The A.Skate Foundation is a non-profit organization helping kids with autism learn how to ride skateboards. They're in a contest being hosted by Pepsi in an effort to win $50,000 to help continue funding their cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description summary"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;It means the world when kids with autism get to do things other kids do. The motion can be soothing and the self confidence it build is priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="uiInfoTable mvm profileInfoTable" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 493px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="data" style="line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;div class="description summary"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;If you wanna help them win the contest (they just have to be in the Top 10 Most Voted For), go to this website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.refresheverything.com/askate" rel="nofollow nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;www.refresheverything.com/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;askate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on the right-hand side, click on the button that says, &lt;b&gt;"Vote for this idea". It'll then ask you to "Log In", which you can do through your FaceBook account.&lt;/b&gt; This should then result in your vote being counted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You can also put in another vote for them by texting 108814 to 73774&lt;/b&gt;. (Standard messaging rates apply.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description summary"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description summary"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-6075678239512589106?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/6075678239512589106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=6075678239512589106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/6075678239512589106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/6075678239512589106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2011/09/please-help-kids-with-autism-and-askate.html' title='Please help kids with Autism and A.skate Foundation'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JfP_-HlOBcc/Tn_pLsHpkuI/AAAAAAAAARw/2ZQFCVtHpBo/s72-c/308159_2421695345602_1348002543_32890618_346313293_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-3610239705264972833</id><published>2011-09-19T16:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T16:06:24.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EsfPN3VsCsY/TneevqzTGoI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7f2YzH6F3JY/s1600/Holding+Hope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EsfPN3VsCsY/TneevqzTGoI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7f2YzH6F3JY/s200/Holding+Hope.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Holding onto Hope. Sometimes its all you have. Many days it keeps me going when Chemo and Life have just kicked me in the butt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yet on 8/19/10, I had hoped ripped from my hand. When I&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;expect it at all. The day before my mom had her stroke. She was talking, asked me if she had a stroke, told me she loved me, asked that I stay by her side, When I left her that night she was hitting her head and said it hurt, said a few&amp;nbsp;nonsensical&amp;nbsp;things. I kissed her and the nurse came in with soem pain meds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Came to hospital on 8/19, she&amp;nbsp;wasn't&amp;nbsp;talking but seemed to be resting comfortably. Casually a neurologist came by and said she had 72 hours to live, her barin was swelling and there was nothing they could do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT!!!!! There was NO HOPE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And he was right, she slipped away, we made DNR order and said our gooodbyes to amazing person.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;NO HOPE........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I saw this hand and hope stone yesterday while shopping in a metaphysical store my mom would of loved.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It reminded me of her, smelt like her, awoke in me many happy memories.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I bought it, to remind me that Hope is all we have sometimes, sometimes it&amp;nbsp;isn't&amp;nbsp;enough, maybe in the Hope that she continues to guide me, watches over us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-3610239705264972833?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/3610239705264972833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=3610239705264972833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/3610239705264972833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/3610239705264972833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2011/09/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EsfPN3VsCsY/TneevqzTGoI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7f2YzH6F3JY/s72-c/Holding+Hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-850692511681359424</id><published>2011-09-15T01:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T01:57:43.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Class of 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/14/5258.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/14/s_5258.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you are thinking. Big deal it's a shirt. But this shirt represents so much more to me. Today was the second day of team building ropes course rock wall Sixth Grade trip.  The school gave the shirts out before they left this am. One activity today was to set a goal. Maybe that was climb to top of tree or make it half way up 45 ft. Rock Wall. With encouragement, support from friends, guts and some luck the kids made  their goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was dxed with mets I was told I would probably never see my son start kindergarten, high school would be a finding holy grail type miracle. Our old school didn't do anything when kids were done elementary school but here at new school they celebrate finishing elementary school and do a lot of fun activities with the kids. Today coming home sick from chemo and seeing the 2012 shirt just brought me to tears. Maybe it's bc this is the week my mom dies last year so suddenly. But this year is probably my only shot to see my son " graduate" and share all those activities. This shirt meant I Made it to a goal. Maybe I haven't made it to graduation but I made to see the first of the Class of 2012 items!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray and want more than anything to still be here in June to see it. I feel so blessed to  have all that I have seen. I almost hate putting it out there in the universe how much it means to be here for this year bc I put out there how excited we were for Disney and bam out of no where my mon dies the week before we left. I know how many of my friends passed away and how unfair the universe seems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet in the unfairness, I was told I would never have kids and I am blessed with a sweet good kid. He spent the last two days challenging himself, overcoming a fear of heights and really blossoming as a leader, and friend. One of the tallest most athletic kids in the grade is also amazingly kind and sweet. He has kind of taken my son under his wing a bit and has been great with helping with the transition. So this kid sets a goal of climbing to the top of the tallest tree and he does but then panics and can not push off to slide down. My son took a lot of time and empathetically told the story of him learning to dive. He also told P what a great job he was doing. Yesterday they did a tight rope across trees. If you stumbled there were support people fellow students there to hold you up, support you , help keep you on your path and encourage you to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good lesson for life. I know have been so lucky to have good support of family and friends. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully with some luck I will post more Class of 2012 Activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-850692511681359424?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/850692511681359424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=850692511681359424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/850692511681359424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/850692511681359424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2011/09/class-of-2012.html' title='Class of 2012'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-6601081133317285397</id><published>2011-07-08T00:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T00:36:51.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on UP</title><content type='html'>We did it!! After 6 months of being apart we are finally all in the same state. The move was long and way to much work. My poor dad is exhausted, sick and looks like hell.I think it was bittersweet for him to leave NJ. It was the last place he lived with my mom and also the place she took the stroke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving up last night, Katrina asked if I was sad. Honestly, I am just too tired to be sad. plus my boy is sad enough for all of us. Yet he has matured so much on this move. He sat holding the dogs leash to keep him away from the mover since Nico escaped the first place we put him. He sat with the dog for 4 hours. He helped unpack, is understanding of his stuff being everywhere. Helped me clean his room tonight. Plus he went to tennis today not knowing a soul and did well. Crazy starting tennis lessons two hrs after movers leave, yes. But I wanted to show him that there are the things he enjoys here in PA and get him out with some kids. He has been ok with his attitude. I just hope he isn't keeping it bottled up inside. I worry about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs went to tennis tonight. He took today off and it was a huge help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me I hurt, am exhausted and drained. Going to move chemo to Monday. I know it's so important to stay on schedule but with everything this weekend, plus needing to be there so early and my dad being sick. I would  not be helping myself any favors just running myself in the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I owe a blog on last  two days in NJ maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-6601081133317285397?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/6601081133317285397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=6601081133317285397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/6601081133317285397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/6601081133317285397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2011/07/moving-on-up.html' title='Moving on UP'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-810737033164356282</id><published>2011-07-03T22:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:23:33.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight I am thankful for Family, good friends, hot showers and tylenol with codin.e</title><content type='html'>First off, I am doing these blogs on my phone, the spell check is crazy and I have a hard time editing. So all.typos are mine and I will.fix.them when I get back on a computer . &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Last night was a good night. My dear son offered to buy me dinner at the church fest . Was good night for.him. he got to.hang out with some friends, have dinner with them and do a few.rides. he is lucky all the girls.here are so nice. Madly, Abby and Nat made.sure they included him in sitting with them. The he and.Sean took off to do the rides. He won the gift basket he wanted. I had nice time chatting with the.good people I will.miss from here. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Today was more packing. My dad left at 4 am to take a load to new house. Hubby came home and we packed. Dear son is at sleepover so I got almost all.his room.packed up. Will.finish in am. I can see the finish line. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; However I may be like the people you see crawling over the finish line. I hurt from bottom of my feet to top of my head. Too much lifting, bending, crawling under beds ugh. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Well hubby just got in bed . 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Two of us are married and one is single.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The single friend was saying how now she wants a guy that has a good job, likes kids, will take the kids fishing, and treats her well.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; We all are drawn to people that we are physically attracted to initially but to truly be happy I think its what is on the inside that sustains us in a relationship. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Romance for me has changed so much as I age. Flowers, fancy dinners it nights out have been replaced by simple things. I love my husband always sets up my coffee in the am, that even in his sleep he reaches out and rubs my back. He listens to me , loves me and puts up with me.  &lt;br/&gt; Today he worked 8 extra hours despite feeling horrible, went to.home depot looking for a.shelving unit I wanted, came home and assembled our new.tv stand and the shelving unit  until 11:15 pm and will get up at 6 help my dad unload another load of moving stuff and then drive 2 hrs to help me pack. &lt;br/&gt; That makes my life easier. He makes sure we are taken care of. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Love to me is shown in so many ways that makes my heart glow. Maybe cleaning up dog puke,or fixing a car or assembling furniture isn't romantic to most but it means the world to me to feel safe and loved. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Heck, looks fade, things happen like chemo and baldness but I have never felt more loved and attracted to my hubby. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Thanks.babe.......&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-4066207808866783462?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/4066207808866783462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=4066207808866783462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/4066207808866783462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/4066207808866783462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-is-love-what-makes-good-mate.html' title='What is love?? what makes a good mate?'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-2269073031438335947</id><published>2011-07-01T03:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T03:33:18.932-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mlb extra innings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comcast sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoarders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xfinity'/><title type='text'>Saved by Melissa at Verizon FIOS or Comcast (Oops xfinity) stinks.</title><content type='html'>Moving is a stressful time. Add that the hubs has been away last few months in new state working, weekly chemo, a dear child who does not want to move and after evaluating all you have to pack secretly thinking you need to call Hoarders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have had comcast on my own 20 years plus 6 when I lived at home as a teen. Back when MTV played music videos. There is a problem with my new address. Even though I have cable wire everywhere in the new house. Plus a box outside. They need to survey my house. Told me Sunday it would be done in 48 hours, then we can set up installation date. Call today and am told it will more likely be 15 business days. Add in holiday and it's late July before I even get to set up installation. Great. My dad's one pleasure is MLB extra innings, hubs watches NASCAR, ten year old wants tv and Vod and well me, I need my Hoarders.So the new house is also wired for FIOS so we bite the bullet reluctantly and call. Melissa walked us through the process answered all my inane questions. Gives us more channels with no  contract. And will be out to install with in 24 hours of our TVs arriving here. All for drumroll............ A savings of 150 dollars a month.I joke with her that I am so excited I feel like I am in a commercial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you posted .&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-2269073031438335947?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/2269073031438335947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=2269073031438335947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/2269073031438335947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/2269073031438335947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2011/07/saved-by-melissa-at-verizon-fios-or.html' title='Saved by Melissa at Verizon FIOS or Comcast (Oops xfinity) stinks.'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-7963032354038751271</id><published>2011-05-19T14:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T14:05:36.494-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metastatic breast cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young the giant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='www.youngthegiant.com'/><title type='text'>"My Body" by  Young the Giant MY ANTHEM FOR METASTATIC BREAST CANCER</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qQYpF2pCkLI" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song just keeps me going on my bad days. Funny how songs can have such an impact on you. BTW their debut Album is $5.00 from Amazon in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Stop, the train is ridin down to the station&lt;br /&gt;where you lived when we were school kids&lt;br /&gt;Hey, the rails are caught now&lt;br /&gt;And I am falling down fools in a spiral&lt;br /&gt;Round this town of steam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;My Body tells me no, but I won't quit&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want more, cause I want more&lt;br /&gt;My Body tells me no, but I won't quit&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want more, cause I want more&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop the train is riding down to the station where I lived&lt;br /&gt;When I was a cool kid&lt;br /&gt;Hey, is it my fault that the fallen embers burn down in a spiral&lt;br /&gt;Round your crown of thieves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;My Body tells me no, but I won't quit&lt;br /&gt;cause I want more, cause I want more&lt;br /&gt;My Body tells me no, but I won't quit&lt;br /&gt;cause I want more, cause I want more&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it rides out of town&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Oh, it's my road, it's my road, it's my road&lt;br /&gt;It's my road, it's my road, iIt's my road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's my war, It's my war, it's my war&lt;br /&gt;It's my war&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes are open&lt;br /&gt;His eyes are open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Oh, cause I want more, I want more&lt;br /&gt;Want more&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes are open&lt;br /&gt;His eyes are open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey, hey, hey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;My body tells me no but I won't quit&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want more, cause I want more&lt;br /&gt;My body tells me no but I wont quit&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want more cause I want more&lt;br /&gt;It rides out of town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;http://www.youngthegiant.com/ &amp;nbsp;Check them out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #656565; 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by  Young the Giant MY ANTHEM FOR METASTATIC BREAST CANCER'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qQYpF2pCkLI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-6671422754633561669</id><published>2011-05-05T15:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T15:53:10.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did Spring GO?</title><content type='html'>Wow, been a long time since I posted. I feel like it was dead of winter in February and now its hot as summer in early May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DS is doing well. Worked his but off last semester and every teacher noted how much he had improved. I couldn't be prouder. The A/B honor roll was just the icing on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started packing for the BIG move back home to PA. UGH is all I can say. Not about the move so much but the packing. I swear I am going to start living a minimalist existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe my mom has been gone going on 8 months. This week is the hardest. Last year her bday and Mother's Day were the same and we had a stupid disagreement in the am but a nice family dinner in the evening. I know my mom knew how much I loved her and how she was my best friend. But its still hard. This year Mother's Day is Sunday and her Bday Monday. Then chemo on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of chemo, its going OK. Cancer is stable. That takes some getting used to, not better not worse. I have never been stable. Switched up the schedule, I go every week but hopefully with less side effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for a family that loves me and the sunshine today : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-6671422754633561669?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/6671422754633561669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=6671422754633561669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/6671422754633561669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/6671422754633561669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2011/05/where-did-spring-go.html' title='Where Did Spring GO?'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-3038576914843608924</id><published>2011-03-17T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:13:34.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord Of The Dance - Siamsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wtUC8UFWVkA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Feel good, Makes me happy every time I hear it, visually love to see it, great Irish dancing. Happy St. Patrick's Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mol an latha math mu oidhche.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the good day at the close of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-3038576914843608924?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/3038576914843608924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=3038576914843608924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/3038576914843608924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/3038576914843608924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2011/03/lord-of-dance-siamsa.html' title='Lord Of The Dance - Siamsa'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wtUC8UFWVkA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-5806923198122647832</id><published>2011-03-15T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T00:44:13.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Army Wives" Season 5 Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lhGLCQIJCJQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Next week's episode looks like I will be back to crying each week. I know this show is not accurate portrayal of all the sacrifices military families give or struggles they face, That we are eternally grateful. It gives me a tiny glimpse into that and makes me more conscious of wanting to do more and support Military Families. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-5806923198122647832?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5806923198122647832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=5806923198122647832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/5806923198122647832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/5806923198122647832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2011/03/army-wives-season-5-preview.html' title='&quot;Army Wives&quot; Season 5 Preview'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lhGLCQIJCJQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-6374270793167972535</id><published>2011-03-12T23:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T23:38:13.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love St Patrick's Day at the Jersey Shore - The Snakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pd1FO5BrB-Q?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great tribute to all the local towns and St. Patty's Day. Just in time for tomorrow's parade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-6374270793167972535?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/6374270793167972535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=6374270793167972535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/6374270793167972535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/6374270793167972535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-love-st-patricks-day-at-jersey-shore.html' title='I Love St Patrick&apos;s Day at the Jersey Shore - The Snakes'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pd1FO5BrB-Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-6155727327300371919</id><published>2011-03-07T12:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T12:01:39.980-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breast cancer'/><title type='text'>Attitude and those days</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was a pretty crappy day.  I'll get into that in a bit. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I didn't want to get out of bed. Leg cramps and worry kept me up last night. I am now sitting in recliner at chemotherapy, Pandora radio on in my ear. What song comes on, the Hawaiian version of Somewhere Over Rainbow, Dr. Greene was listening to it when he died of cancer on the tv show ER, just perfect. Just f'in perfect. &lt;br/&gt; The Attitude you notice is not one of my better ones. So often, you hear your positive attitude makes a difference. Really, for those that die, were they not happy enough. &lt;br/&gt; My dear friend Cathy died Sat night. We met my first week I joined the bc club. Our kids were a week apart. Our cancers so similar, spread same places. Her cancer ultimately spread to lining of brain and spinal cord. How can I not worry about that being me. I sit here with legs that are  numb, pain in my back, all symptoms she had. I worry I could have only a few months or weeks some days. Seems more women on my support group, feel good and then bam liver failure and are gone. Atdd that to abdominal fullness and what I think is swelling and I am scared out of my mind. SCARED. &lt;br/&gt; Yet my job ad mom, wife and dtr is to try to keep life moving . I asked for help last night. I am so overwhelmed. Cleaning out my moms room to get ready for fire inspection, sort papers, still dealing with bill collectors over my moms estate. I punished my son for lying and he cried, told him another day he needed to show me more respect. He cried. Well who knows how much time We have left. I shouldn't get people upset. Sunshine and lollipops.  &lt;br/&gt; Last night, after having spent day, telling husband who is only home 48 hours a week on the weekends, that I'm at half way on Abraxane, I'm tired, struggling.  &lt;br/&gt; I was told he is sick of my woe is me attitude. Once again, I'm not allowed anything but Sunshine and Lollipops. Glue keeps people together and not allowed to be real. I feel bad b/ c as my friend Angelique is at hospital with her critically injured firefighter husband. I am screaming at mine, everything that has been bottled up. I actually felt better, like a release.( I should add we are only two hone). Of course, I'm unfair and hubby is pissed. &lt;br/&gt; I stayed up most of night. Angelique and Mike both battled cancer before their dtr was six. Now they are in fight of their lives again. I am still here and Cathy isn't.  &lt;br/&gt; Honestly I  didn't want to get out of bed this am. Honesty, I am still angry that bad things happen to good people, angry that kids like Madison, Shay, Dominick,Larry Gianna, need to go through all they have and not get to be "kids". Angry that the only place, I can be pissed off is here on my blog with two whole followers.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Tracy died last week of bc, she too left 2 small kids. Every Day she posted what she was thankful for. Her blog so uplifting and happy.  &lt;br/&gt; Today, I am thankful for this blog, finding out the witch girl at Starbucks has a heart, and hopefully a nap. &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-6155727327300371919?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/6155727327300371919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=6155727327300371919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/6155727327300371919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/6155727327300371919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2011/03/attitude-and-those-days.html' title='Attitude and those days'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-8880607658935730553</id><published>2011-03-04T23:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T23:48:19.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pray for Mike and his family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://abclocal.go.com/wpvi/story?section=news/local&amp;id=7996072'&gt;Injured firefigher's family asks for prayers| 6abc.com | 6abc.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; 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font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lucky Clover St. Patrick's Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewSEOText" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Find unique birthday and &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/valentines-day-cards-and-stationery"&gt;Valentine's cards&lt;/a&gt; at Shutterfly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewViewCollection" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px;"&gt;View the entire &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery" style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;collection&lt;/a&gt; of cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="1" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&amp;amp;c1=msc&amp;amp;c2=blogger" width="1" /&gt;Look how great our Annual St. Patrick's Day card turned out. Shutterfly makes it so easy. Older pics were already in my older albums. This year is a look back at 10 years of St. Patty's Days!&lt;br /&gt;Friends and Family really look forward to our annual cards and it is our favorite holiday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetBottom" style="background-image: url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bottom.gif); height: 6px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-8037627596958696024?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8037627596958696024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=8037627596958696024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8037627596958696024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8037627596958696024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2011/03/st-patricks-day-2011.html' title='St Patricks Day 2011'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-3576152192560056803</id><published>2011-02-25T10:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T10:41:47.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TWfNt6iUV2I/AAAAAAAAANE/ng6HneN5lOY/picsay-1298645558.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TWfNt6iUV2I/AAAAAAAAANE/ng6HneN5lOY/s400/picsay-1298645558.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Very proud of 100 on essay. Son worked so hard on it. Putting it out there, so when teacher writes wrong grade down, I have proof. &lt;br/&gt;  You have been working so hard this year to improve. 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Son worked so hard on it. Putting it out there, so when teacher writes wrong grade down, I have proof. &lt;br/&gt;  You have been working so hard this year to improve. Loved when you said it was all coming together&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-8802453442494926513?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8802453442494926513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=8802453442494926513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8802453442494926513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8802453442494926513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2011/02/great-job.html' title='Great Job'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TWfDSv7ZL0I/AAAAAAAAANA/8DlSKmm0ru0/s72-c/picsay-1298645558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-1266377622263095805</id><published>2011-02-23T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T16:20:15.084-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Herceptin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her2neu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abraxane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bc mets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neupogen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neulasta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metastatic breast cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leukine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bcmets.org'/><title type='text'>Treatment update started Leukine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;So I started the the &lt;a href="http://www.abraxane.com/"&gt;Abraxane&lt;/a&gt; 3 weeks on one off plus Herceptin on 12/1/2010. &amp;nbsp;It has been hard. Spent three months feeling pretty blah and bad. Only leaving house mainly for Drs. I spent first week in bed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;My week off has been the best week. Third week is the worst.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;My counts have been low on this. Anemic but just at the borderline for treatment been 10.1-10.4 hgb. Can get treatment if its below 10. Normal is above 12.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;For the first time in the 9 years of being on some chemo or treatment, my white count (that fights infection has tanked). I am trying to avoid people and my oncology nurse recommended &lt;a href="http://www.leukine.com/hcp/about/benefits.html"&gt;Leukine&lt;/a&gt; shots .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Typically people get &lt;a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0000912"&gt;Neupogen&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.neulasta.com/patient/howcanhelp/how_canhelp.html?src=ppc&amp;amp;WT.srch=1"&gt;Neulasta&lt;/a&gt;. No one on &lt;a href="http://bcmets.org/"&gt;bcmets.org&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.youngsurvival.org/"&gt;ysc&lt;/a&gt; have had this. So I am a guinnea pig. In fact I can find little on using it for low counts from chemo alone in breast cancer excpet for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nature.com/bjc/journal/v103/n9/full/6605918a.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;one study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;So I thought I would write about my experience with this drug. So when others search online, there is something there. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Leukine has been used after bone marrow transplants, before and after stem cell transplants, following chemo in adults with AML (acute leukemia)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;There is a study that suggested it may help Herceptin although it was one study and small.Also those in study got the shot daily, I am doing every other day. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Leukin is similar to &amp;nbsp;neupogen &amp;nbsp;in that it&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;stimulates&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;neutrophils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;like those to drugs&amp;nbsp;,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;but it also stimulates&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;monocytes/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;macrophages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;, and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;myeloid-derived dendritic cells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;.Why is that good? Well because although your white count isn't made up of as many of these two types, they do help fight infection.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Neutrophils are the most abundant white blood cells and the first to respond to an infection. Their purpose is to capture and digest things such as bacteria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Monocytes also fight infections and capture bacteria and viruses but they recognize more invaders and are longer acting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Dendritic Cells make up less that 1% of your white blood cells but they scan the environment and alert other cells when they find invading organisms.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;I got the shot subcutaneously in the fat in may arm. You can also use the abdomen and legs. I will alternate b/w my one usable arm and abdomen. The shot should be brought up to room temperature and given over 30-60 seconds to decrease pain. The site may become red, swollen and itch. They told me to apply ice if it bothers me, I can also use benadryl by mouth or topical cream for the itching.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Typical dosing is 250-500 mcg depending on weight. I got 400mcg. I am 5'7 about 175. You can not get the shot 24 hours before or after chemo, I was told.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;I got 2 Tylenol before the shot and was told to take Tylenol every 4 hours around the clock for side effects. Side effects include pain (which they said could be quite bad, she said pain would be mainly in the sternum), chills, achy flu feeling, low grade fever. Plus the discomfort at the injection site,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;There are severe side effects associated with this: fluid retention, can increase pleural effusions, rash, hives, high fever, seizures, shortness of breath.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;I had to stay 20 minutes after the shot to make sure I did not have a severe reaction before I was allowed to go home. I had brought myself so not sure if I had brought someone with me if this would still of been the case.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;I go back Friday fro another one and then CBC on Monday to see where my count is. That &amp;nbsp;is my off week from chemo so hopefully it works. Start back on cycle 4 of Abraxane 3/7.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;I was told my insurance will cover this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-1266377622263095805?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1266377622263095805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=1266377622263095805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1266377622263095805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1266377622263095805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2011/02/treatment-update-started-leukine.html' title='Treatment update started Leukine'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-8927966287318502253</id><published>2010-11-29T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:05:17.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESSED</title><content type='html'>Chemo is starting and I feel unprepared. I have been cooking up a storm today to tray and get some meals put away. I have no wig or hats. I need to get a few inches cut off my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make baked macaroni, my mom made it best. All white not really saucy but creamy. I am never going to be able to replicate that. It was somethings she made out of love b/c honestly she didnt like it and never ate it. My dad and I love it with apple sauce. I need to make a few meatloafs so my son has what he likes made lasagna and beef stew today.&amp;nbsp;Have&amp;nbsp;so much more cleaning and shopping to get done and am out of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom would of helped me with all this and kept it going. No one here thinks hmmm I should make her, her favorite foods. Heck the boys here don't even cook. What they fail to realize is pizza and stuff is a treat and when I am going through chemo normally one of the last things I want. Salads make me sick to my stomach. I like bland homey foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never ordered a hat or wig, I have 7-14 days til my hair falls out and I am so unprepared its&amp;nbsp;terrifying&amp;nbsp;me. Can't do woll b/c it itches same with hard baseball hats they dont fit great on bald head, Plus I will be losing my hair in a odd pattern. I am just so not ready. I dont have to many clothes with V necks b/c I&amp;nbsp;haven't&amp;nbsp;had port in so long. I am getting up making meatloafs, hoping to get a few inches of hair cut off picking up our family portrait and then heading out to stay at Hotel before chemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how behind I am. I can't be out in crowds too much, &amp;nbsp;I never got to the store with my son to pick out my hat. My mom would of made sure I had one and a wig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so lost and its so hard. People dont understand. I cant find the time or energy to put clothes away and straighten out my drawers. What about Christmas, its me on chemo again, no hair, my first Christmas without my mom. I have to decorate. A lot of shit I have to do myself, Somehow my mom just made it all easier. I still have to clean out her room.&lt;br /&gt;Finding the energy to cook, get homeowork done, shop for hats, get ready for Christmas is overwhelming me. Plus dog needs a bath and rabies shot at vet. Still need to get my son his flu vaccine. I need a personal assistant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt about my mom again, she was meeting with all these Drs, while I was shopping. She was trying to save my life apparently something about my port and I was sicker than I knew...SO not even in my sleep do I get a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-8927966287318502253?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8927966287318502253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=8927966287318502253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8927966287318502253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8927966287318502253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/11/stressed.html' title='STRESSED'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-8698135315951312270</id><published>2010-11-29T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T22:49:28.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good</title><content type='html'>I am so blessed to have good friends who see me through the good and bad days. My son what can I say, he is becoming an amazing young man. I love his&amp;nbsp;attitude&amp;nbsp;, he really has been so much more positive letting little things go, more social and happy. He worked hard this year despite being fully mainstreamed, missing school for our make a wish trip to Florida and the death of my mom, he got 2 B's and rest A's made the honor roll and made me cry. Not just the grades but because how hard he works and always tries his best. I got to go to school for parent day. Some kids were unruly but he was focused and&amp;nbsp;worked&amp;nbsp;to the best of his ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some &amp;nbsp;people say I am too hard on him. Sometimes I feel like I have such a short time to teach him what I want. Then I see him in action and say I gotta let him be b/c he is kind, hardworking, funny and an all around good kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with friends last week to celebrate us before the Abraxane. Got my port put in and my friends took me there and back. Got to go to Dc with my dad, son and friends. The boys had a good time. We saw the museums and monuments. Thanks to Eddie at the Hilton Garden Inn, we had an amazing stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby couldn't go but he worked and then cleaned the house, built a train platform and fixed some things. I am lucky to have him b/c he is supportive was great last week when I really missed my mom and hos stresses I am with chemo coming. He packed everything for our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is always a good support and a great help with house stuff, my son or driving us to DC. I love him and am lucky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for all you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-8698135315951312270?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8698135315951312270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=8698135315951312270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8698135315951312270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8698135315951312270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/11/good.html' title='The Good'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-4915208081792888964</id><published>2010-11-10T23:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:38:18.017-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metastatic breast cancer'/><title type='text'>argh</title><content type='html'>So my oncologist and I have had many conversations lately about test anxiety, stress,fear of the unknown etc...  Call me let me know. It has not been good news lately but she still calls. Typically if its good news, I know in  3 days bad news is a week b/ c she personally reviews the films. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Now she knows I am very anxious since the death of my mom. My oncologist called my mom her friend on one the last visits she came with me. I sent my onc a crazy email when my mom was dying b/ c she knows me best. She called to ask about my mom and check on my dad ( he is her pt too). &lt;br/&gt; So here I am 11 days out from scan and not a peep. I see her tomorrow.  &lt;br/&gt; I have two scenarios in my head: &lt;br/&gt; 1 my results got lost  &lt;br/&gt; 2. It's so bad, as in we can do nothing for you bad, that she has to tell me in person. See if it was the typical bad news she would call me or set me up for Petscan or talk biops surgery whatever. Not normally no news is good news. But once no news was good news ( staff called me and told me she had to discuss results, she wanted them to tell me on phone) &lt;br/&gt;  I was fine until 2 hours ago when house became still, my work was done and my mind free to wander. Now I know I won't sleep. I' be been so afraid since my mom died that I am going to die soon. Like she went so early to get things ready for me.  &lt;br/&gt; I'm truly living like I am dying. There is so much pressure to do everything,get everything done, to see everything. &lt;br/&gt; I'm just scared.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-4915208081792888964?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/4915208081792888964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=4915208081792888964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/4915208081792888964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/4915208081792888964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/11/argh.html' title='argh'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-6810268924718835197</id><published>2010-11-10T11:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T11:56:07.673-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shutterfly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas cards'/><title type='text'>Shutterfly Christmas Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="background-image: url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif); height: 6px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="background-image: url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); background-repeat: repeat-y; height: 482px; padding: 0 6px 0 6px;"&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewLogo" style="height: 34px; padding: 14px 0 0 14px; width: 105px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewContainer" style="height: 350px; padding: 0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/prs/v1/0EasWbVqzcMd/0EasWbVqzcMdcW/p/67b0de21b3127d902548/JPEG/1289405691000/0/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewMessageContainer" style="background-color: #f4f4e9; height: 55px; line-height: 19px; padding: 15px 0 15px 0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewTitle" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet And Retro Christmas Card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewSEOText" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Shop Shutterfly.com for elegant &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-photo-cards" style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Christmas photo cards&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewViewCollection" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px;"&gt;View the entire &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery" style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;collection&lt;/a&gt; of cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetBottom" style="background-image: url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bottom.gif); height: 6px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ordered my Christmas cards, What do you think? They were 20% off list price. Had code for additional 20% off order, used freeship30 and got free shipping. I was shopping via Upromise so 8% goes into college fund.&lt;br /&gt;Shutterfly is easy to use and a I have always had great customer experience, good service and wonderful deals. We love the photobooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;less than 50 days until Christmas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-6810268924718835197?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/6810268924718835197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=6810268924718835197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/6810268924718835197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/6810268924718835197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/11/div-classsflyproductpreviewwidget.html' title='Shutterfly Christmas Cards'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-3876662013760119805</id><published>2010-11-10T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T11:47:21.749-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busy  Mom Contests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #122bba; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 28px; line-height: 36px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/smalltownmoms/status/2400338762010624"&gt;Just hit a 100 followers. If I get to 250 before 12/8/10 at 11:59pm. One lucky follower picked via randomizer will win a $25 target gc.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #122bba; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 28px; line-height: 36px;"&gt;Follow me @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/smalltownmoms"&gt;smalltownmoms&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-3876662013760119805?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/3876662013760119805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=3876662013760119805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/3876662013760119805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/3876662013760119805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/11/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-7724478118309097194</id><published>2010-11-01T00:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T00:32:34.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TM5C3-SpaYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/q4b2s_Hvk6U/IMAG2097.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TM5C3-SpaYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/q4b2s_Hvk6U/s400/IMAG2097.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So my son had his first school dance. He woke up Friday, insisting he did not want to go. I struggled with all the mom issues, maybe 10 is too young, is he not ready,it will be fun I know once he gets there.... &lt;br/&gt; After school still not sure if he was going. Said one reason he was going was b/ c he knew I thought it was a good idea but was really afraid, they would just play slow songs and there isn't any girls that he likes. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Thankfully, he decided to go, met up with friends. They survived and had fun. One of them did slow dance. Afterwards, he said he felt more grown up having gone. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It is a joy watching him turn from a sweet boy, into a still sweet but more mature tween. Watching the boys lag behind the girls on the maturity department. Enjoying the now 30 minute showers and hair styling sessions but still liking lego. They want to grow up yet still need their moms a lot.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; This has been a hard semester for him, my mom died, his friend' s mom died and the boy had to move away and now a 6 th grader passed away this week. So life has been giving the kids some lessons on how cruel it can be.. &lt;br/&gt; Today, they chased each other around, sat and played on their phones and danced at a birthday party. Was good to see lids being kids and nice seeing my son just jumping in . Having fun, hanging with friends literally growing up before my eyes. &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-7724478118309097194?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/7724478118309097194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=7724478118309097194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/7724478118309097194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/7724478118309097194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TM5C3-SpaYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/q4b2s_Hvk6U/s72-c/IMAG2097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-8272202143017543999</id><published>2010-10-17T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T12:30:36.198-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buycostumes.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kohl&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free shipping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Landsend.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kohls.com poor customer service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coupon code'/><title type='text'>Online shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So as most of you know, I am a busy mom trying to make do. I am always in search of a good deal and then make sure I tell others. We buy almost all my hubby's and son's clothes at Kohls. I love their quality and selection. I BUY everything online. Even order my&amp;nbsp;groceries&amp;nbsp;online.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So today I was shocked to have this happen. I was even ordering my son's Halloween costume. I have chemo next week and its easier to just order it and know that it is here. Website says spend $75 get free shipping but K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/page.php?id=17648521247" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=17648521247" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ohl's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;free shipping if you spend 75 is now a promo code, it then would not let me use one of the two 15% off codes. (even though previously you could) We have been MVC and do most shopping at Kohl's but not if its like this. Just be warned with Christmas Co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ming. I will looking for better customer service experiences. I could only use 15% or free shipping. Not both even though it states at check out limit two promo codes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We have been MVC and do most shopping at Kohl's but not if its like this. Just be warned with Christmas Co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ming. I will looking for better customer service experiences. I could only use 15% or free shipping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TLsjU_lQLbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/8e4jCqcVBjg/s1600/kohls+promo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TLsjU_lQLbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/8e4jCqcVBjg/s320/kohls+promo.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;I know that the economy is tight and stores need to make money, but instead of offering a good deal and encouraging me and my fellow moms to shop there. They have&amp;nbsp;alienated&amp;nbsp;us and pushed us to shop at other stores. Land's end had 75% off and free shipping this weekend. Great quality pants, shoes. can return to Sear's store and excellent customer service. Buycostumes.com is offering two deals this month and this is there busiest time. So guess that is where our punk zombie costume will be bought.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-8272202143017543999?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8272202143017543999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=8272202143017543999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8272202143017543999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8272202143017543999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/10/online-shopping.html' title='Online shopping'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TLsjU_lQLbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/8e4jCqcVBjg/s72-c/kohls+promo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-8362665298110774439</id><published>2010-10-13T01:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T01:10:53.054-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last lecture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metastatic breast cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids recipies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dying'/><title type='text'>Leaving letters for kids?</title><content type='html'>I know this has been talked about and my friend who is not  doing so well and I were talking about this tonight. People write  letters to their kids or grand kids for after they pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is 10 and it has been  suggested to me many times. I have never considered doing it really b/c  I have no idea what to say. How do I know my words would bring comfort,  when in truth getting letters from your deceased parent could freak him  out such as those that do the card for each birthday after they are  gone etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have No Last Lecture in me, no words of wisdom or comfort. No idea  of a legacy to leave behind.  I really struggle with this. Bought books  about parental wisdom etc.....&amp;nbsp; I am left with writers block.  Absolutely&amp;nbsp; nothing comes to mind. With my mom who my son saw  everyday of his life dying suddenly 3 weeks ago, my son takes no solace  in the cards that she recently wrote to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be kind to others but don't let anyone walk all over you. Wash your  ears, brush your teeth and put the toiler seat down, Try your best in  school. Don't drink or do drugs or gamble. Always save for a rainy day.  Pay cash, Love fully, Dance in the rain, Once a day is done put its  mistakes and problems in the past and look to the new day.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite quote, every 60 seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you will never get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the advice I got to give. Not much.....Nothing life changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  feel sometimes a pressure to be greater, that somehow I am supposed to  turn this tragedy of a terminal illness into a greater heroic story. To  Inspire, To comfort, To fill my lifetime with something, to make a  difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said to me recently, yes my son's life has been full of  struggles since he was born, he has a neurological disorder, his mom has  been sick his whole life is real dad flits in and out of his life but  maybe this is all b/c his destiny is something great, something world  changing. I don't want my son to have pressure to be something great. I  want him healthy and happy. I pray he doesn't turn to vices to deal with  his crappy lot. My son has changed the world just by being in it. My  life is so much happier and richer. He is so kind and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what words of advice to leave to get him through life  b/c I have no idea what life is going to throw at him. Sometimes I  wonder if I am too hard on him b/c I sometimes feel like I have to teach  him all he will need so when I am gone he can get through this. But I  am his world and he mine.And there is nothing to prepare for that loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I say in a letter??? I'm proud, I love you, I'm so sorry I  wont be physically present to see and hear about his life everyday all  the good test scores, his first kiss or to comfort him when things don't  go well or he has a fight or his heart broken. That  I so wish I didn't  have to leave him. That I tried my best not too but that I would always  watch over him. Good night, Good Bless him and keep him safe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you knew right now that you only had a few hours left before you die and you had a sheet of paper to leave your final words, What would they be??? Have you ever thought about that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-8362665298110774439?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8362665298110774439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=8362665298110774439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8362665298110774439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8362665298110774439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/10/letters-to-kidsi.html' title='Leaving letters for kids?'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-4749103397195392089</id><published>2010-10-02T16:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T16:17:20.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>days 3 and 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TKeTTgHWx8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3uG_01A4wpw/IMAG1552.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TKeTTgHWx8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3uG_01A4wpw/s400/IMAG1552.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;well mickey's Halloween was awesome. Then we woke up sleeping beauty. breakfast at the Wave. We were going to do Epcot but it was opening day food and wine. So after stop at arcade, we made it to Universal at 1pm. One thing we found is Universal is much more accommodating those with handicaps etc.... We were helped all along the way. I really didn't want to rent a wheelchair because I am trying to stay as normal as possible but I was barely hanging on in Universal. It felt like a 100 degrees, I was dizzy and my feet and legs were dragging. Thanks to the staff, we did everything Shay wanted in record time Simpson, MIB, jaws, jimmy neutron.  will be back Monday for Harry Potter. Stopped at fudruckers on way home and bass pro shop. Today we swam in the pool. We have tickets for so much but I needed a day to rest. Shay got half his homework done. &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.5.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-4749103397195392089?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/4749103397195392089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=4749103397195392089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/4749103397195392089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/4749103397195392089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/10/days-3-and-4.html' title='days 3 and 4'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TKeTTgHWx8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3uG_01A4wpw/s72-c/IMAG1552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-1632848193819230912</id><published>2010-10-02T10:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T10:49:21.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>closer to heaven...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TKdGb5lpHfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/N8IRanP3Tjw/IMAG1291.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TKdGb5lpHfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/N8IRanP3Tjw/s400/IMAG1291.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tuesday got off to a wet start, the house is much larger than I imagined. Shay got settled into the reclined then a quick dinner and to bed. was a long travel day but so worth it. He was so excited waiting for plane to Orlando. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Wed, it was off to Hollywood studios. yeah, wait for toy story mania was only an hour.So we got that off his list. His smile said it all. It was all he wanted to do.Had a great meal at sci-fi diner and timed seeing all the shows. lights motors stunt school was very cool.Ioved the Indiana Jones show. Then it was a real treat Domino's for dinner and swimming in the pool. wrestling with Shamu.    &lt;br/&gt; Thursday we rested in the am and then checked into bay lake towers for one night compliments of my amazing friends Shannon and Rob. It was amazing. Swam in pool until our room was ready at 430.(thanks to that glitch and Shannon calls, Disney most graciously comped our dinner and breakfast.) &lt;br/&gt; The room was amazing. In fact both Hubby and myself cried bc my mom would of freaked, it was amazing. Dear son took advantage of whirlpool tub me the steam shower and rain shower head.. Then off to mnssh. after crowds to get in, it was great no lines for rides that were open. great parade and fireworks. saw all the parks in that area. then was grateful for the room bc a few min ride monorail and we all were soaking our sore feet in the whirlpool tub, great family bonding. &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.5.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-1632848193819230912?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1632848193819230912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=1632848193819230912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1632848193819230912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1632848193819230912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/10/closer-to-heaven.html' title='closer to heaven...'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TKdGb5lpHfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/N8IRanP3Tjw/s72-c/IMAG1291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-5203790818650792516</id><published>2010-09-27T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T12:04:45.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Storms in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TKC6-VTF7OI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mhAnzYbXIhw/s1600/IMG_1841.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TKC6-VTF7OI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mhAnzYbXIhw/s400/IMG_1841.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TKC6sIYTx0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/oCsTXO2J9DE/s1600/IM_nd+i+dancing+in+hurrican+isabella.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TKC6sIYTx0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/oCsTXO2J9DE/s320/IM_nd+i+dancing+in+hurrican+isabella.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TKC6q7wZJQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/wKKaUYt0Reg/s1600/dancin+hurrican+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TKC6q7wZJQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/wKKaUYt0Reg/s320/dancin+hurrican+2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom passed away suddenly at 64. She was my best friend and partner in crime. She was mom to all my friends because she was so loving and amazing. She died one week, from our family vacation to Disney. We hadn't been since I was 6. When my son was 3, she made us drive to North Wildwood for Irish Weeekend in a Hurricane. I was not happy. At one point at the height of the storm, I went out for a walk and yelled at GOD for all the burdens and anger I had with him. Once I got back to the Hotel, the rains slowed to a steady rain, no more high winds. I took my son out to dance in the Hurricane.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Because sometimes in life there are unbearable storms. Like the passing of my mom, the one who took me to chemo all the time over 8 years, let me take my bad moods out on her b/c she loved me unconditonally. She loved us all. Sometimes in life you have to take a moment to celebrate that you are actually surviving the storm, It might not be easy but you are hanging on. So we are going to Dance in the storm and head to our planned trip. My dad is staying home . But my son, husband and self will try to dance and laugh during this storm and as a&amp;nbsp; friend reminded me know that my mom is watching the fireworks go to heaven. She is always with us.........&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace, mom until we meet again, I love you You were the best. xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-5203790818650792516?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5203790818650792516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=5203790818650792516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/5203790818650792516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/5203790818650792516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/09/storms-in-life.html' title='Storms in Life'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TKC6-VTF7OI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mhAnzYbXIhw/s72-c/IMG_1841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-5861387413176616209</id><published>2010-09-23T03:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T03:23:26.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you can't get back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://touch.facebook.com/?w2m#/photos.php?aid=2080677&amp;id=1348002543'&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; My mom and best friend passed away. I can't sleep b/c house is too quiet. My heart is breaking and my 10 to son devastated. Yet tonight flipping through my phone, I saw this pic and it reminded me life goes on even if I have no idea how...&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.5.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-5861387413176616209?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5861387413176616209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=5861387413176616209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/5861387413176616209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/5861387413176616209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/09/every-sixty-seconds-you-spend-upset-is.html' title='Every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you can&amp;#39;t get back.'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-5077154796398376423</id><published>2010-09-15T16:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T16:26:26.762-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phillies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metastatic breast cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crossing the Finish Line'/><title type='text'>Last Chance see 1st place Phila vs Mets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://mlb.mlb.com/phi/ticketing/group/splash.jsp?loc=crossing'&gt;Phillies Group Outings | phillies.com: Tickets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TIhr8fz4LGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QtuncV8M820/s1600/FOOT+STICKER.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TIhr8fz4LGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QtuncV8M820/s320/FOOT+STICKER.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;our words. I ain't no FOOT. A small island 7 miles in size in NJ. One BIG&amp;nbsp;controversy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Have you seen the reports on &amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/09/07/new-jersey-bumper-sticker_n_707493.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Huffington Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Health/wireStory?id=11578168"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ABC News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2010/09/07/travel/main6842273.shtml"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;CBS News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/39041834/ns/travel-news/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;MSNBC TRAVEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/nphotos/Top-Stories-Photos-Aug-27-2010-photo-taken-Brigantine-NJ-shows-bumper-sticker/ss/705/im:/ydownload_ap/20100908/photos_net_ap_ts/1283959355/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;YAHOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and cbs3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;I live on the little island year round. I love the neighborly feeling I get in the stores, from the city, the schools and people in general. Maybe its because if the "Big Storm" comes with only one way on and off this giant cul-de-sac, we are all dependant on each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;What is a FOOT? mainly an Out Of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Towner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;. What the F stands for that depends. It depends on the out of towner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;See every summer here just as in other tourist towns in NJ and other parts of the country, we get an influx of visitors. So the F in FOOT can stand for the:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Friendly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Out Of Towners my son meets each summer on the beach and the friendships they make building a sandcastle or playing beach tennis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Fantastic O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ut Of Towners, who spend money in our shops and restaurants. Who are a pleasure to chat with waiting for a table at the Pirate's Den.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Filthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Out Of Towners, the parade of people that rented the home next to mine one summer. They threw trash on my lawn, &amp;nbsp;wine bottles, clothing and cups. They blocked my drive. They drank and partied all day and night. The people who leave trash on the beaches.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Frustrating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Out of Towners such as the lady who got out of her car w/o a NJ license plate in front of me, walked into Dunkin Donuts, ignored the 8 of us in line, walked right to the counter and said I want a coffee. She then became upset when told she had to wait in line with everyone else because we all pretty much just wanted a coffee. There are the ones who don't obey traffic laws like stopping for pedestrians.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;The visitors that forget their pills and need an emergency refill from our pharmacies and then flip out when they have to wait a few minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;This summer I seemed to encounter more rude visitors. So I guess some days if you are so provoked or &amp;nbsp;inclined you might use a cuss word for the F. (But I can't guarantee Sister Mary Margret won't show up and wash your mouth out)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yes, I love most of the out of towners. I want you to have fun on vacation. But please don't get upset and yell and be rude to the poor 16 year old working their first job at an ice cream shop. They are our kids. Stop for people in a crosswalk. Clean up after yourselves. This is our town all year. Our clean beach committee cleans the beaches to keep them nice for all of us. Our city workers are here to protect you, take care of your emergencies and help you get a permit for the beach or beach tags. They are sitting behind a desk, in a police car or &amp;nbsp;firetruck to meet your needs not sitting on the beach with their family and friends so be courteous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Brigantine Elementary School has been named the kindest school in NJ. Our kids are taught manners and kindness from preschool to 8th grade. It's ingrained in the culture of the island and I ask that you show the same manners we expect from our children.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;According to Ben Zimmer in his well written and informative &amp;nbsp;article &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.visualthesaurus.com/cm/wordroutes/2383/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Bennies and Shoobies and Caspers Oh, My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;!,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;there has been&amp;nbsp;localism&amp;nbsp;for a long time and its not just here in NJ. California has"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;hondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;inlander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;, valley and Casper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I spoke to friend who has worked in tourism for 20 plus years in many areas and she said each place tends to have its own nickname for the out of towners.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So my question is, Why did the little bumper sticker,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; I ain't no foot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; go viral? There are 8 pages of&amp;nbsp;Google&amp;nbsp;results for it. From Reno to the national news stations. The term Shoobies and Bennies have been around all my life. Most of which I was a Shoobie until the last decade. I think the attention the sticker is getting is well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Freaking&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ridiculous. &amp;nbsp;I don't see how its any different from those BB, OC, Exit 63 or LBI stickers adorning people's cars. It says hey I belong here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It seems a &amp;nbsp;jest, &amp;nbsp;sort of pop culture "Jersey Shore" reaction. I don't think it was meant to harm or insult. Brigantine is overall made up of good people, just like most out of towners are good people. I consider myself lucky not to be a FOOT. I get to enjoy this wonderful island and its people all year. To the FOOTs &amp;nbsp;I hope that Brigantine is An &amp;nbsp;Island that you'll love for life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But hey its just my two cents on the matter.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-271491627490064739?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/271491627490064739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=271491627490064739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/271491627490064739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/271491627490064739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-aint-no-foot.html' title='I ain&apos;t no FOOT....'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TIhr8fz4LGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QtuncV8M820/s72-c/FOOT+STICKER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-1296191587018221435</id><published>2010-09-09T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T01:07:51.237-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metastatic breast cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crossing the Finish Line'/><title type='text'>Respite from Cancer</title><content type='html'>I am so excited our paperwork came today from&lt;a href="http://gallery.crossingthefinishline.org/site/TR?type=fr_tribute_fund&amp;amp;fr_id=1040&amp;amp;pxfid=1740&amp;amp;post_id=3000&amp;amp;bpg=rlist&amp;amp;pg=fund#p3050"&gt; Crossing The Finish Line&lt;/a&gt;. We can't Thank you and your supporters enough for this dream come true vacation. Please read about our family and journey &lt;a href="http://gallery.crossingthefinishline.org/site/TR?type=fr_tribute_fund&amp;amp;fr_id=1040&amp;amp;pxfid=1740&amp;amp;post_id=3000&amp;amp;bpg=rlist&amp;amp;pg=fund#p3050"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;SHHH.... Our son still doesn't know he is getting his dream come true..&lt;br /&gt;Going to wait until I see my oncologist and neurologist next week. Hopefully everything stays a go. Just a few more weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-1296191587018221435?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1296191587018221435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=1296191587018221435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1296191587018221435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1296191587018221435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/09/respite-from-cancer.html' title='Respite from Cancer'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-4567865733873672720</id><published>2010-08-02T22:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T23:33:17.432-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Julia Kennedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metastatic breast cancer'/><title type='text'>Like a Rolling Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TFeAk5gt6yI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KV9dzgFrudE/s1600/rock+hill+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TFeAk5gt6yI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KV9dzgFrudE/s320/rock+hill+pic.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;pic from my droid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was meeting with the oncologist. She put me in the dreaded consult room and then we waited. In the room full of so many bad memories. The list of good and bad&amp;nbsp;characteristics&amp;nbsp;of my initial &amp;nbsp;cancer before my mastectomy that was down to all bad and only young under good. Finding out about the spread the previous time.&lt;br /&gt;When she came in she had my 8 questions I had faxed and CT SCAN, PET SCAN reports and sat down and addressed all my concerns.&lt;br /&gt;Although CT makes sense and Pet scan makes sense; together they don't make as much sense. Of course I have never been a "textbook" case of anything. It looks like new metastatic breast cancer in the adrenal gland. Lung Nodules that they think are breast cancer spreading but she is going to consult two other physicians and will get back to me.I like that she doesn't play God and think she knows it all. That she takes the time to get all the info together. She said until she is 100% sure its &lt;b&gt;BC&lt;/b&gt; mets in the lung she doesn't want to say that. I appreciate that she took the time on her very busy first day back from vacation to sit down and help me understand what was going on to calm my anxiety about what is next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically she said to me, that she gets the anxiety of this my 3rd &lt;b&gt;progression&lt;/b&gt; and understands that I have seen those that just go so quickly from their &lt;b&gt;mets.&lt;/b&gt;I love my oncologist &amp;nbsp;b/c she gets "it".She cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best way to describe it is. It took me from 2001-2003 to get the stone (cancer) to stay at the top of the hill. Then I sat there on the hill too scared to wander too far away &amp;nbsp;afraid stone would move. Then I decided it was time to venture out there and live more fully. Fell in love, wandered around and enjoyed my son. We took pics of the stone and tried to monitor it to keep it still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last fall it slipped but we quickly got it back up the hill. Now its slipping again and I am so afraid that I am not going to be to stop it and&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;stabilize&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;it let alone push it back up to the top of hill (&lt;b&gt;NED*&lt;/b&gt;). I am afraid now that the cancer has spread and my time without disease or times the drugs are working is just a few months (7 months) &amp;nbsp;instead of the 7 years I was blessed to have previously.That scares me that we may never get a hold of the disease and stop it. That its going to get me much sooner that I ever thought.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;A rolling stone gathers no moss, not a lot to slow it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us have a stone that we try to keep from crushing us. Maybe its a terminal disease,&amp;nbsp;addiction&amp;nbsp;family issues or medical condition. So many things are so hard to push back up hill by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;That is what I am so lucky to have family, friends and the all important power of prayer to give me strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NB &amp;nbsp;(rough definitions) * NED&lt;/b&gt; No Evidence of disease Its what us mets gals wish for, means they cant see the cancer on any scans. &lt;b&gt;Stable&lt;/b&gt; means cancer is seen but is not getting any bigger nor new areas. Dancing with stable Mable is still great. &lt;b&gt;Progression&lt;/b&gt; is when the cancer shows up in new places or is larger or more numerable. &lt;b&gt;BC&lt;/b&gt; is Breast Cancer, &lt;b&gt;Mets&lt;/b&gt; =&amp;nbsp;Metastases&amp;nbsp;cancer cancer that has spread to distant organs , bones or places (even if its in the lung, its still metastatic breast cancer not lung cancer)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-4567865733873672720?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/4567865733873672720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=4567865733873672720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/4567865733873672720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/4567865733873672720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/08/like-rolling-stone.html' title='Like a Rolling Stone'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TFeAk5gt6yI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KV9dzgFrudE/s72-c/rock+hill+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-200149137996294090</id><published>2010-07-29T13:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T14:00:33.575-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spine mets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spine lungs breast cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE BIG C'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metastatic breast cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PET Scan images'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lung mets'/><title type='text'>Ahh, the wait begins.......</title><content type='html'>So I get a call on Monday morning after getting my son off to camp and chatting with a friend from Church about a gc I won in a raffle. The phone rings, its 9:12 am. No one calls me then unless its an emergency. I haven't had my coffee and am not a morning person. In fact I was chilling in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my oncologits. Calling to tell me the Ct scan that she didnt think was necessary but ordered and told me I could cancel showed an increase in size in my adrenal gland, inflammation of pleural lining, nodal disease was unchanged and maybe she said lung nodules. BTW, did I make an appointment for the neurologist from the migrane that landed me in the ER a few weeks ago. yes Ok good. She wants a PET SCAN due to the increase in disease (Disease = dreaded breast cancer mets 've been dealing with for 8 years). They can squeeze me in on Wednesday thanks to the great work of my oncologist's&amp;nbsp; scheduler Kathy. So my good friend Shannon takes off and goes with me. I'm lucky I have good support and lots of offers on how to help. Who is praying , wearing prayer bracelets and there to lend a shoulder or hand. Thanks too for the offers of my friends to shave their heads : )&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am freaked and stressed. I was spoiled got 8 years out of a drug combo. Been on Xeloda, Herceptin and Femara&amp;nbsp; combo since Dec/Jan. My scans in March looked as good as they get for me, BEAUTIFUL no cancer growing. Now 4 months later, take a look at the scans below. Lots and Lots of new areas in&amp;nbsp; lungs and spine.&amp;nbsp; After not sleeping a whole night. An SUV score that measures hypermetabolic activity. Anything above 2 is def suspicious for cancer anything 2.5 or 3.0 depending on what you read is pretty much cancer. All of the new areas are above two only a few are above 3 are close to it 3.1, 3.3, Almost every new hot spot, glowing orange at me is above 2.5.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TFGxBYlkUYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5JiNXVFwfyg/s1600/March+2010+Pet+scan+spine.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TFGxBYlkUYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5JiNXVFwfyg/s320/March+2010+Pet+scan+spine.JPG" width="169" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good Scan March 2010&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TFGxI7OgNwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/eiWjgExPCaw/s1600/spine.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TFGxI7OgNwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/eiWjgExPCaw/s320/spine.JPG" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Latest scan lots new spots, lung, chest and spine&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Dun DUN DUH......as my son would say. All I can do is enjoy my summer and wait until Monday. My oncologist is back from her vacation and I have a treatment scheduled that day.&amp;nbsp; I will not let them start it until I get the report back. I'm not going to put a treatment that appears to be failing into my body and then start a new one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really appreciate any good thoughts, prayers, vibes etc.....I just hope it doesnt ruin the Florida surprise. I know my history but am praying for a miracle that this all some infection or something. I dont feel that bad. But do have a cough and pain in my back. Pain isn't enough to interfere with daily life too much but does hurt all the time. So if it is the BIG C spreading again at least I might get some pain relief. &lt;br /&gt;Also could use good thoughts my mom is having surgery on Aug 11.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-200149137996294090?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/200149137996294090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=200149137996294090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/200149137996294090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/200149137996294090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/07/ahh-wait-begins.html' title='Ahh, the wait begins.......'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/TFGxBYlkUYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5JiNXVFwfyg/s72-c/March+2010+Pet+scan+spine.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-2235707452888331768</id><published>2010-07-08T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T10:16:36.519-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l  cancer Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crossing the Finish Line'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chase Community Giving'/><title type='text'>Plea for help for local charity</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;If you have a facebook Account, please go to &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/chasecommunitygiving/charities/233013896-crossing-the-finish-line-inc?src=charity-details-wall-post-self"&gt;Crossing the Finish Line vote @ Chase Community Giving&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the group and then vote for Crossing the Finish Line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were rated on of the top Health Nonprofits see article &lt;a href="http://greatnonprofits.org/reviews/issues/health/_/P100/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They helped 2 of my friends whom both passed away about 6-7 years ago. About 2 years ago they sent my friend and her family on a week long trip to Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the charity that is hopefully making our dream of a family vacation to Disney a reality. Can you imagine what it is like to get a respite??? My son will be 10 this weekend. He has really over ever knew his mom with cancer.&amp;nbsp; I wish he had no idea about ports, chemo, mri's and oncologist. He broke my heart a few months ago, when he asked me Will you ever stop taking those chemo pills so we could go to Disney. I really want to go on the toy story ride.A break is all he was asking for, a chance for us to be like a "normal" family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has no idea that us going is now a possibilty thanks to Crossing the Finish Line.&lt;br /&gt;Now keep the prayers coming that we are all in good health and get to enjoy this trip at the end of September. (one reason we are not telling him until right before we go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Kelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-2235707452888331768?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/2235707452888331768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=2235707452888331768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/2235707452888331768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/2235707452888331768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/07/plea-for-help-for-local-charity.html' title='Plea for help for local charity'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-3572271545240570304</id><published>2010-07-05T12:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T00:51:16.539-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mortality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metastatic breast cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busy  Mom Contests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>The elephant in the room</title><content type='html'>I guess any time you are diagnosed with a "terminal" illness, your own mortality becomes that elephant in the room for some of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its there. Some days its presence is so strong; other days you barely notice it. I'm not real big on talking about it, don't have my affairs in order or funeral planned. I just try to be "normal" for family and friends. As long as the treatment I am on is working, then I can ignore the elephant a bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I have a week like last with my mom being sick, my friend going from well to dying in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elephant is now sitting on my chest, making it hard to move and breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way I got through and avoided being trampled by the elephant the last few days was with the  love and support of my wonderful husband, family and great friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of us with a terminal illness aren't the only ones who face this,  my dad was a cop in Philly so we are used to the worry. As a dear friend  of mine from high school reminded me on FB &lt;i&gt;I can't help but be  afraid too, because life is so unpredictable.  So we  spend a little more than we should when we do things for our  kids...just in case we may not be able to it again; and we hold our hugs  and goodbyes a little longer with loved ones, because we hope there  will be a next&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the key, in her taking the time to lift me up and the love and prayers of others, I realized the only way to have power over the elephant and make him move was the acceptance that I am powerless over the elephant. We all are, we can only live each day and pray for another. Pray that life w/o us will be OK for our spouses, kids, family and friends.&amp;nbsp; That the love and support we have been blessed with will be there for them too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Kelly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-3572271545240570304?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/3572271545240570304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=3572271545240570304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/3572271545240570304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/3572271545240570304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/07/elephant-in-room.html' title='The elephant in the room'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-4099613847237656260</id><published>2010-07-03T17:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T17:23:28.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>F$%*kin Cancer</title><content type='html'>I got an email from my friend less than a month ago, we've been on this crazy cancer journey the whole time with me. Both with mets and her daughter and my son are just days apart in age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her email included how the kids were &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; I'm doing well, scans  were stable, markers came down 11 points which was a nice surprise. &amp;nbsp;Had  a brain MRI too which was negative, thank God.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am very lightheaded and get  dizzy, especially from a bending down position,&amp;nbsp; muscles and joints so stiff, walking with a slight limp and  not sure why, my neck is spasming too. &amp;nbsp;Called my friend who is a PT,  have to get a Rx. and he will see me. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's email: was that she had mets to the lining of her spine and brain. She was getting her affairs in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you go from being pretty good, in fact over the last year it was the best she had felt to having maybe 6 weeks to 6 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so scared, our cancer is similar we've followed a similar path the last 8 years. I have a trip booked for Florida&amp;nbsp; in 3 months and am worried I might not be here. Things change so quickly. Its not how I&amp;nbsp; thought it would go for any of us. I never saw this coming. I still have so many dreams for my life. I want to buy a house, I want to go to Paris and the Bahamas. I want to LIVE and I sure as hell don't want to see another friend die or hear of more kids losing a parent.&amp;nbsp; Just two people I know from the bclists have passed on leaving behind such young kids and all went so quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This disease is so unfair and makes me so freakin mad. She should be planning a 10th birthday party not making arrangements for her kids when she is gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to it all the health problems, my mom has been dxed with the last month. And I am worried about my son and his future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-4099613847237656260?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/4099613847237656260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=4099613847237656260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/4099613847237656260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/4099613847237656260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/07/fkin-cancer.html' title='F$%*kin Cancer'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-4508603371010162519</id><published>2010-04-05T22:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:49:11.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S7qfiN286II/AAAAAAAAAIA/WjceLQrUlc0/s1600/tulips.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S7qfiN286II/AAAAAAAAAIA/WjceLQrUlc0/s200/tulips.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Spring a time for renewal. The ebb and flow and seasons. Funny how life can follow these ebbs and flows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Seems like as soon as the rain and snow stopped and the sun came out here, it also appeared in my life. Some much needed good news, chemo is working. Now as the days are getting longer mine are getting more full with my sons&amp;nbsp;activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I am still surrounded my good friends and family. I so appreciate my Church bringing me a meal every Monday. Mondays have been the worst but in the last month I have actually made it outside my house twice on a Monday. Small victory but one none the less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;As hope blooms, its also time for some spring cleaning. Removing things and people that don't fit any more, maybe were always a bit too loud, things that rub you the wrong way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Opening the windows and letting some fresh air into our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Happy Spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-4508603371010162519?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/4508603371010162519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=4508603371010162519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/4508603371010162519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/4508603371010162519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S7qfiN286II/AAAAAAAAAIA/WjceLQrUlc0/s72-c/tulips.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-5397635712663593990</id><published>2010-03-11T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T00:06:47.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>D-Day</title><content type='html'>So in 12 hours, I will know. Are the drugs working? Are there any new spots or problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say since letting it all Go and as a wise friend once told me. Let Go and Let God, I felt felt at peace. Like its all going to be Ok. Not necessarily, its a miracle and the cancer is all gone but a I will get through this fight. I am at peace and that is a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was coming home from my CT scan last Friday and my son starting singing Here comes the sun to me on the phone. It was spontaneous and beautiful. Then the sun was out Sat, Sun and Mon. and it was glorious. Just being outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the &amp;nbsp;song goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Title:&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;The Beatles - Here Comes The Sun lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,&lt;br /&gt;and I say it's all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;and I say it's all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;and I say it's all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,&lt;br /&gt;and I say it's all right&lt;br /&gt;It's all right&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;It is all right................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-5397635712663593990?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5397635712663593990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=5397635712663593990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/5397635712663593990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/5397635712663593990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/03/d-day.html' title='D-Day'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-2318354720104814961</id><published>2010-03-02T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:36:42.849-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ct scan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xeldoa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet scan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metastatic breast cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Please hold............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story of my life but cancer certainly creates its own holding patterns. &amp;nbsp;I have my scans to see if cancer is growing, if the chemo is working, if there is even more cancer and if I have shot of living to see my son start middle school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March 11 is the day we find out. In the mean time I have to drink some crap get a scan, get sick from the dye and chalkie drink. then get injected with some radioactive stuff and then SIT AND WAIT. That is the hard part.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel like my life is in the limbo right now for the next week or so. Can't make any future plans. Don't want to get my hair cut in case I have to switch to a drug that makes my hair fall out. Just stupid stuff. I want to plan a vacation. I feel like my friends lives are all going places and they are all making these big plans and my life is just stuck. No one gets it. I'm just in a crappy mood tonight. &amp;nbsp;I want to plan a trip to Florida but am waiting for this damn drs visit. My oncologist office sent me the script in the mail on Friday. I still don't have it and it has my time on it. They don't remember what time they scheduled me for. seriously???? I am not even sure where I am going to get it done. People plan to go the gym, hairdresser, dinner, dentist, casino, Church or on vacation. I schedule everything around good days. Sometimes even on a good day I find myself unexpectedly getting sick while enjoying a nice time out and see more of the bathroom of the place then time with my friends. I can't walk too far, can't leave the house w/o all my drugs and creams. Can't sleep. Can't be in the sun (if we ever see it again any time this summer) I live at the freakin beach. Can't even make it through a Monday w/o a nice person from Church making me dinner. Can't fake it anymore when people say I look or good or how am I feeling. My entire world is falling apart how the hell do you think I feel. But at least some people ask. Many people have been running from the hills. So I am sick of pretending its all Ok. Its not. It sucks and its out of my control and all I can do is wait. While you are enjoying your day, your family, your dinner plans, vacation plans, Remember some of us are just on hold. Everything is on hold. How would you feel?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I somehow got on the cancer roller coaster (&amp;amp; I hate roller coaster) and am now stuck hanging upside down in a loop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-2318354720104814961?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/2318354720104814961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=2318354720104814961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/2318354720104814961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/2318354720104814961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/03/please-hold.html' title='Please hold............'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-8642562608587641279</id><published>2010-02-17T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:59:17.474-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xeloda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metastatic breast cancer'/><title type='text'>What's your poison?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S3w3smNft7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Z90G4zQJVCI/s1600-h/SNC01526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S3w3smNft7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Z90G4zQJVCI/s320/SNC01526.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A breast cancer patient walks into a bar and the bartender asks , what your&amp;nbsp;poison? Xeloda she says. (What you heard it before, not funny?)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Is it&amp;nbsp;poison&amp;nbsp;or salvation???? These not so little suckers are my chemo pills. Three in the am and Three in the pm. Made it through the first six weeks. The weeks are going by quicker. Just wish I knew if they were working.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I will either spend 3 months taking a toxic pill that is doing nothing to the cancer thus the&amp;nbsp;poison&amp;nbsp;or these pills despite their side effects have been kicking breast cancers but a third time thus Salvation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling any better, A few new pains and symptoms and the wait for mid March when we get the answer to the question&amp;nbsp;Poison&amp;nbsp;or Salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-8642562608587641279?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8642562608587641279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=8642562608587641279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8642562608587641279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8642562608587641279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-your-poison.html' title='What&apos;s your poison?'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S3w3smNft7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Z90G4zQJVCI/s72-c/SNC01526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-3446097567705167228</id><published>2010-02-13T22:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:37:55.540-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter Olympics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moms kids.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proctor Gamble'/><title type='text'>Moms</title><content type='html'>Have &amp;nbsp;you seen this ad? It gets me every time. I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VSn5Z7EC4ME&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VSn5Z7EC4ME&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-3446097567705167228?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/3446097567705167228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=3446097567705167228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/3446097567705167228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/3446097567705167228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/02/moms.html' title='Moms'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-1660529135121953499</id><published>2010-02-06T19:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T19:19:00.295-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blizzard 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metastatic breast cancer'/><title type='text'>Nighttime  is  the worst</title><content type='html'>As I lay in bed listening to the blizzard pounding the windows, my mind is racing with thoughts of I hope I have enough batteries, etc.... I roll over to&amp;nbsp;stretch&amp;nbsp;out my arms. Just like a blow to the head, it hits me. These arms will &amp;nbsp;probably never &amp;nbsp;know what it is like to hold a grandchild. I can still lift my son even if its just barely now that he is approaching a 100 pounds. He is 9 and turning from my little boy to a&amp;nbsp;glimpse&amp;nbsp;of a&amp;nbsp;teenager&amp;nbsp;or man. As we sat on the sofa last night, just the way he turned his head, he looked about 22. What I wouldn't give to see that. How I hate&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;cancer some nights for robbing my sleep and smacking me over the head with all that I stand to miss out on and lose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-1660529135121953499?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1660529135121953499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=1660529135121953499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1660529135121953499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1660529135121953499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-time-is-worst.html' title='Nighttime  is  the worst'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-856192982338654335</id><published>2010-02-05T02:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T02:52:40.068-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blizzrd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ShopRite from home.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shore'/><title type='text'>Really???? I would grab toilet paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/11fuws" title="Got milk?  It looks like most of us do as these empty shelves... on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img alt="Got milk?  It looks like most of us do as these empty shelves... on Twitpic" height="150" src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/11fuws.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the scene at most area supermarkets today. Some had no parking. I mean not one spot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for ShopRite from home. Janet was a lifesaver doing my order for me. No stress for me and didn't deal with any of this. Unfortunately hubby dealt with it all day and will again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a snowstorm people, maybe a blizzard but I'm sure you'll be able to get food from store in a day or two. Most of us have plenty stocked up in our pantries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craziest I have ever seen it down here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-856192982338654335?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/856192982338654335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=856192982338654335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/856192982338654335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/856192982338654335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/02/really-i-would-grab-toilet-paper.html' title='Really???? I would grab toilet paper'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-8363634122952715371</id><published>2010-02-04T13:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T13:47:55.290-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xeloda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metastatic breast cancer'/><title type='text'>One month down</title><content type='html'>Wasn't sure I would get here. I have one month down on the Xeloda. It's been rough at times. Probably more mentally that physically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been the glue that keeps the family together and everything running smoothly. I know I am loved by my family and they are all trying to be supportive in their own way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just their way is different from what I need. Maybe it's my perception or frustration at not being able to do what I want to or how I want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most everyone in my household, everything remains wonderful. When friends ask them what they can do its always nothing everything is fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really??? Are they in denial???? It's not sunshine and lollipops. I am in such a mental fog, I find planning meals exhausting. I cooked three days in a row and would love for some premade meals from friends in the freezer especially on my long and miserable Monday nights. But its not to be b/c it's all great here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny my sensitive 9yo is the one person I want to protect and keep his life as normal as possible and he is probably the most attune to my "bad days". He stayed with me one horrible day and night I was doubled over with pain. I don't want him to see me like that I want him to be a kid. He offered to help me cook dinner on Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear don't worry about us for dinner we can fend for ourselves. Really??? no one is offering to cook dinner for my son or me. I need to eat to take the darn chemo pills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so hard and I am just so scared. I have two more months until I even know if this chemo is working. So its going along like everything is normal when its about as far from it as it could be. I try to talk to them but get a hug and not much else. I'm just at my wits end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-8363634122952715371?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8363634122952715371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=8363634122952715371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8363634122952715371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8363634122952715371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-month-down.html' title='One month down'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-5343482823638676363</id><published>2010-01-04T16:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:05:23.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH, started Chemo again</title><content type='html'>I found out in Nov my breast cancer was probably back in my chest lymph nodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent this weekend with my son, went away overnight with the hubby and my best friends from back home came in to take me to lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally started on Xeloda today. Its Ok to get an IV hooked up but starnge to take the chemo pills yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far just dizziness, bad headache and stomach pains. This is my week to figure out what works and what doesnt. Not sure I had enough breakfast in me this am when I took the pills. Tried some coffee a few minutes ago b/c I was feeling better. That didnt taste so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a hard time so grateful for the last 7 years that have been cancer free, yet so scared this could be the start of a downward slope. My son is still so young and is so close to me. I hate feeling sick, hate giving things up,hate not being able to go do what I want b/c of the chemo. yet so happy there are drugs to take. All my treatment friends with mets have passed away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-5343482823638676363?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5343482823638676363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=5343482823638676363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/5343482823638676363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/5343482823638676363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2010/01/ugh-started-chemo-again.html' title='UGH, started Chemo again'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-1443272515377614351</id><published>2009-12-12T16:12:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T16:39:03.028-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Authority'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kohls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dick&apos;s sporting goods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modells'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free shipping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kohls.com poor customer service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carson palmer'/><title type='text'>How Kohls.com ruined Christmas. The new Ebenezer scrooge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am the queen of online shopping. I live in a remote area with few shopping choices within a driving distance.. Friends always come to me for free codes and good promotions. I mean why pay tolls and gas when I can order online, have it shipped to my door and I almost always have free shipping codes thanks to a host of online sites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kohls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; had a shipping guarantee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kohlscorporation.com/ecom/windows/holiday2009/holidaywindows/holiday_ship_1205_1206.html" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(20, 125, 186); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.kohlscorporation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ecom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;/windows/holiday2009/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;holidaywindows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;/holiday_ship_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;1205_1206.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;order by Dec 6 at 11pm and get your order by Dec 11 standard delivery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.  Placed an order for a Carson Palmer Jersey for my 8 yo Godson on 12/6 at 1pm. He is leaving for England on Dec 18. So I thought even have a few extra days to get it to his mom before they leave to spend Christmas there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nope, get an email today. Its in stock along with a few other things I ordered but it won't even be shipped until 12/14 and will be here before 12/24. I call Sports Authority, Dick's sporting goods, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Modells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. No one can express ship it to me. But their customer service call centers were top &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;notch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.  In desperation, I try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kohls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; again and think I will pay for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;expedited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; shipping. Nope they don't have  the jersey anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kohls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 8 times before they even will let me sit on hold. Then I get, "sorry it will get there when it gets there" from customer service after 18 minutes and 46 seconds on hold. Ask to speak to a customer service &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;supervisor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Make this right. I do most of shopping at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kohls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and spend a lot of money there each year. She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;snippy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; transfers me to you guessed it nowhere. I just get hung up on. I was "randomly selected" to take a survey on my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;experience &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; when I first was on hold, yet that too somehow disappeared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now I promised my dear friend, I would get this for him and it was one of only two gifts for under the tree in England.She is a single mom and can't afford much and was heading home to England to see her mum which left even less money for Christmas.  I am left feeling like I just ruined Christmas for my 8 yo Godson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kmart no longer sucks as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rainman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; said, It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;KOHLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; SUCKS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guarantee with no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;repercussions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; despite the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Place your order by the following deadlines to ensure your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kohls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.com gifts reach their destinations in time for the holidays! And when we say “in time,” we mean it! Provided your order is placed by these deadlines, we’ll do whatever it takes to get your gifts to your loved ones , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;really is worthless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kohls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; customer service has no way to reach them via snail mail. And my email got the basic response that I got from customer service. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I will try to never fall for deceptive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;advertising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-1443272515377614351?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1443272515377614351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=1443272515377614351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1443272515377614351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1443272515377614351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-kohlscom-ruined-christmas-new.html' title='How Kohls.com ruined Christmas. The new Ebenezer scrooge'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-8901521726583915119</id><published>2009-10-08T19:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:05:51.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deevlopmental dyspraxia</title><content type='html'>We got the diagnosis for our son. The neurologist ruled out Aspergers and gave us the diagnosis that we were expecting its Developmental Dyspraxia. A life long condition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-8901521726583915119?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8901521726583915119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=8901521726583915119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8901521726583915119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8901521726583915119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2009/10/deevlopmental-dyspraxia.html' title='Deevlopmental dyspraxia'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-586616608855551284</id><published>2009-08-04T01:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T01:50:33.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>We wait 9 months for summer vacation to get here. Then what. It is flying by. So many appointments and not enough days on the beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-586616608855551284?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/586616608855551284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=586616608855551284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/586616608855551284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/586616608855551284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-1268508022379552955</id><published>2009-04-28T10:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:39:21.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The conversation</title><content type='html'>So my hard working hubby is at work the other day. He has been filing in as a sales manager the last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Wow this territory has never looked better. It has not been at its potential for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: Thanks, It took a lot of work but it can actually make money now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: I know you have been breaking sales records since you took over, that is what makes this so strange to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: We gave the position to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more phone calls this week about how wonderful it is and all. Today its officially hubby gets transfered back to his old job, new guys gets a beautiful cleaned up money making terrority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby has always believed that is you work hard and do a good job, you get rewarded. Today's company's don't seem to operated under that guise anymore. Hubby's old job let him go after 28 years so they could replace him with someone making 1/2 of what he did. they also did it a week before his anniversary so they wouldn't have to pay him any additional vacation pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His current company is a good one. They seem to dangle the carrot to everyone and then pull it away after you met their goals. Even the guy that got the job, has been strung along for almost a year so I am glad on one hand that they finally gave him what they had  promised him. Although at one point they also promised this job to my hubby. Now they have my hubby  thinking another job might be his once it opens up, yet we know they have also said the same thing to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for hubby's job, the pay is 1/3 what he made before and we barely scrape by so a promotion would of been nice.  But he has health benefits and all. And a job is a job in this economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that he keeps his job and I hope there maybe a silver lining in all this. I just wish sometimes companies remembered their employees were people. Seems record profits for some, or what about all the years recently companies were successful, shouldn't they have saved for a rainy day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-1268508022379552955?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1268508022379552955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=1268508022379552955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1268508022379552955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1268508022379552955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2009/04/conversation.html' title='The conversation'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-5988122702091655027</id><published>2009-04-15T11:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:42:41.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting An Only Child</title><content type='html'>Any parents of only children out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having one child. Lots of people don't understand. Even before I found out I couldn't have anymore kids, I still though I might be done with one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many advantages and some struggles. This week is a week of struggles. My son just doesn't fit in. He lacks a social maturity of his peers. His ability to navigate the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saviness&lt;/span&gt;" of the playground. The other kids cheat at times or manipulate things to get their way. There is a give and take. My son just gets upset. When kids tease (and its not mean at all) he cries. His  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; get mad when they lose and he is gracious loser. He does kick their buts in some games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is sweet, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt; and honest. Things I thought were good qualities yet I feel like  have failed him. Somehow he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; developed the skills he need to get along with his peers. He cant navigate 3rd grade and is getting left behind. He frustrates his peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; and 1st graders also this week. At times he is more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt; with them but lately he gets frustrated with them. For the same reasons his 3rd grade friends get frustrated with him. Leaving him in no mans land in the middle.  He is also the youngest kid in his class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I screwed up as a parent? I had him in a friendship club &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; year at school to work on social skills, he plays a sport, belongs to Sunday school, I do play dates and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;babysitting&lt;/span&gt; so he gets the exposure to other kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-5988122702091655027?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5988122702091655027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=5988122702091655027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/5988122702091655027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/5988122702091655027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2009/04/parenting-only-child.html' title='Parenting An Only Child'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-8141524955956540608</id><published>2009-04-06T17:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:59:56.588-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waterpolo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='port a cath removal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breast cancer 3day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water polo'/><title type='text'>Surgery Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>So I finally am getting my port a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cath&lt;/span&gt; out. Its been in 7 years and has been used weekly for years and lately every three weeks for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Herceptin&lt;/span&gt;. I had it put in right before my first treatment in Dec 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened in those 7 years, marriage broke up, moved to a new city and a new way of life, fell in love, got remarried, a few cancer is back scares, a few health scares for my family and lots of ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one constant through all of this is my son. He amazes me everyday. Despite his developmental delays and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dyspraxis&lt;/span&gt;, his sensory &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;integration&lt;/span&gt; and interpersonal issues, he is a happy, healthy and adorable kid. He is so smart. He brings home mostly A's. He works so hard and always tries his best.He is empathetic, sweet and a good kid, who wears his heart on his sleeve. I am so proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I got to see so many changes in him. First off he is close to 60 inches!!!! He more organized, does his work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;independently&lt;/span&gt;, has really been telling funny stories and eats more. He plays water polo and loves being goalie and we have watched him learn to swim. Its so amazing to see him in the pool. he really has a confidence and has found his niche. He was interviewed for our local news on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;.  I never knew I could love a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt; this much. I am such a lucky mom and proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow I ha&lt;em&gt;ve to go under general anesthesia&lt;/em&gt; am not too happy about this. It makes me sick. A few months ago, I dreamed I died due to my port. Then last night, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;grandparents&lt;/span&gt; and a few other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;deceased&lt;/span&gt; relatives came to me in a dream. They told me they were waiting for me. So I am a complete crazy anxious mess over this surgery. I am lucky to have such a great hubby who loves me and is putting up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been crazy this week, a problem with a teacher, My mom and I both fell and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt; our right foots and left knees, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hubby's&lt;/span&gt; job has been a mess. I feel like there is a black cloud and now the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the best friends and family and they have been there for me all the time. I am glad they will be praying for good results tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so freaked out right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-8141524955956540608?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8141524955956540608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=8141524955956540608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8141524955956540608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8141524955956540608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2009/04/surgery-tomorrow.html' title='Surgery Tomorrow'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-59154368807735527</id><published>2009-03-25T15:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:55:03.549-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waterpolo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green heads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water polo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ivetic'/><title type='text'>Things that surprise you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/ScqLCHNXWMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zsBLfjpTQvQ/s1600-h/water+polo+march+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317215178475395266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/ScqLCHNXWMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zsBLfjpTQvQ/s200/water+polo+march+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A few weeks ago, my son asked if he could tryout for water polo. Water Polo??? What is it. I asked? I did some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;research&lt;/span&gt;, it looked hard, aggressive and exhausting. I thought, well, he has never asked to tryout for anything I might as well give it a look. Its the first team in the area. Water polo is not a big sport here on the East coast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Looking back those first few weeks, I am amazed at the child I see in the water. My son works really hard for everything. He has a developmental &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dyspraxia&lt;/span&gt;. He gets special help in school and has problems with coordination making riding a bike and tying his shoes very very difficult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In he pool, he is focused, he treads water using the eggbeater kick in 8 ft of water for an hour or so. He is really swimming. He never gives up. The coach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mommo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ivetic&lt;/span&gt; has a real love of the sport and is so patient with the kids and takes the time to explain each movement and give the kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;guidance&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am just amazed at how my son is doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;For all the moms out there, sometimes you have to let your kids try something, no matter wacky it sounds at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-59154368807735527?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/59154368807735527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=59154368807735527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/59154368807735527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/59154368807735527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-that-suprise-you.html' title='Things that surprise you'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/ScqLCHNXWMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zsBLfjpTQvQ/s72-c/water+polo+march+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-6559393325963663754</id><published>2009-02-14T10:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:19:15.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AGAIN</title><content type='html'>When I started this blog who knew it would end up being a tribute to fallen police &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;officers&lt;/span&gt;. I thought it would be a place to share ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night a 25 year old Philly police officer was killed. &lt;a href="http://www.myfoxphilly.com/dpp/news/local_news/021309_Officer_Fatally_Shot"&gt;http://www.myfoxphilly.com/dpp/news/local_news/021309_Officer_Fatally_Shot.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty routine call. He was shot with a 357 magnum, the thug shot through his coat, so they probably never saw the gun. He leaves behind a grieving family and pregnant wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so out of things to say on this topic. Its horrific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The Final Inspection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Author: Author Unknown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The policeman stood and faced his God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;which must always come to pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;He hopes his shoes were shining just as brightly as his brass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Step forward now, policeman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;How shall I deal with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Have you always turned the other cheek?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;To my church have you been true?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The policeman squared his shoulders and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"No Lord I guess I ain't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Because those who carry badges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;can't always be a saint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I've had to work most Sundays,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;and at times my talk was rough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;And sometimes I've been violent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;because the streets are awful tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;But I never took a penny that wasn't mine to keep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Though I worked alot of overtime when the bills just got too steep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;And I never passed a cry for help,though at times I shook with fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;And sometimes, God forgive me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I've wept unmanly tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I know I don't deserve a place among the people here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;They never wanted me around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;except to calm their fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;If you've a place for me here,Lord, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;it needn't be so grand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I never expected or had too much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;but if you don't... i understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"There was silence all around the throne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;where the saints had often trod,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;as the policeman waited quietly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;for the judgement of his God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Step forward now, policeman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;You've borne your burdens well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Come walk a beat on heaven's streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;You've done your time in hell."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-6559393325963663754?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/6559393325963663754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=6559393325963663754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/6559393325963663754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/6559393325963663754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2009/02/again.html' title='AGAIN'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-7078819567222273879</id><published>2009-01-27T09:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:32:05.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you run out of hope.</title><content type='html'>We are so blessed here. We have food, shelter,  and love, lots and lots of love. My parents have helped me out so much. When I was going through chemo they kept a roof over our heads, when hubby lost his job in 2007, they made sure we had health insurance. I could never repay them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like when things get so hard and you wonder how you are going to get by, God comes through and helps lift your burdens if you trust in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us, right now we had been really struggling to see how we were going to get past March. We spent many sleepless nights. Now we found out my mom does not need surgery. And they may finally be selling their house that has been an albatross for them for the last 8 months or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so many people out of work and just struggling to get by, I wanted to say sometimes there is HOPE. Financially and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;health wise&lt;/span&gt; 2008 was not a good year for my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are hoping that 2009 is a year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;of change&lt;/span&gt;,  hope, peace and prosperity for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-7078819567222273879?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/7078819567222273879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=7078819567222273879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/7078819567222273879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/7078819567222273879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-when-you-run-out-of-hope.html' title='Just when you run out of hope.'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-3849720659329421395</id><published>2009-01-19T09:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:38:02.150-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aaron&apos;s Booth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busy  Mom Contests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thrifty Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frugal Mommy of 2 girls'/><title type='text'>Updated Contests of Note</title><content type='html'>Check out my Contest of Note Section. Its been updated. In today's economic times, who doesn't want to win some free stuff. I especially love when I get something for me. As a mom, I rarely buy myself anything. Seems my son is always out growing shoes, clothes etc.. Not a lot of money left over for mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to use my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eco&lt;/span&gt;-friendly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reusable&lt;/span&gt; grocery bags. Two of mine are fairly cheesy looking. I found a great contest over at &lt;a href="http://www.thriftythoughts.com/"&gt;Thrifty Thoughts &lt;/a&gt;for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eco&lt;/span&gt;-friendly grocery bags. My favorite is the Love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; planet. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://frugalmommyof2girls.blogspot.com/2009/01/aarons-booth-giveaway-etsy-week.html"&gt;Frugal Mommy of 2 girls&lt;/a&gt; is giving away a planner from Aaron's Booth, what better way to keep organized in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busymomcontests is giving away &lt;a href="http://www.hoohobbers.com/index.html"&gt;Hoohobbers&lt;/a&gt; Personalized Rocking Chair. It is so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-3849720659329421395?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/3849720659329421395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=3849720659329421395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/3849720659329421395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/3849720659329421395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2009/01/updated-contests-of-note.html' title='Updated Contests of Note'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-1716914707194835773</id><published>2009-01-15T13:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:50:18.357-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whole wheat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Organic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuisinart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica Seinfeld'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barilla'/><title type='text'>Healthy Cooking</title><content type='html'>So a New Year's Resolution has been to cook healthier meals.  Last week, I cleaned up and organized the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freezers&lt;/span&gt; and pantry to get an idea on what we have already. I have been trying to plan a few nights dinners out ahead of time, especially for indoor soccer, swim and basketball nights.  I also received the Deceptively Delicious: Simple Secrets to Get Your Kids Eating Good Food by &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/search-handle-url/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;amp;search-type=ss&amp;amp;index=books&amp;amp;field-author=Jessica%20Seinfeld"&gt;Jessica Seinfeld&lt;/a&gt; as a Christmas gift.  I am trying to"hide" veggies in my hubby's and son's food. I liked her idea of putting berries out at breakfast or carrots and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;celery&lt;/span&gt; out before dinner so the kids can snack while waiting. No more '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Moooooom&lt;/span&gt; I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soooooooo&lt;/span&gt; hungry, when is dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indoor soccer started on Monday. Using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ingredients&lt;/span&gt; I had already on hand I made a turkey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sausage&lt;/span&gt; pasta bake. It was super easy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barillaus.com/Home/pages/Barilla_Plus.aspx"&gt;Barilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; plus &lt;a href="http://www.barillaus.com/Home/Pages/Barilla-RotiniPasta.aspx"&gt;Rotini&lt;/a&gt;, a small amount of turkey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sausage&lt;/span&gt; I browned in the oven, organic tomato sauce, plus the hidden veggies. I chopped up cauliflower, spinach, carrots in my awesome, can't live without, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cuisinart-DLC-1SS-Mini-Prep-Processor-Stainless/dp/B00007IT2M/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=home-garden&amp;amp;qid=1232045261&amp;amp;sr=1-3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cuisinart&lt;/span&gt; mini prep&lt;/a&gt;. The cauliflower looked so much like cheese, My son even helped sprinkle the "cheese" on top.  I added a 1/2 cup of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mozzarella&lt;/span&gt; and baked it in the oven. During dinner, my picky eater, Shamus told me, "Mom this is very, very, very good". I didn't bother to tell my hubby about the added veggies until alter that night. He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; since he hates cauliflower. He couldn't taste it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quick and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nutritious&lt;/span&gt; and easy. Homework was done while it was baking in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, homework was on dietary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;guidelines&lt;/span&gt;. Shay wanted to know if dinner had come from a can b/c canned food has too much salt.  His health class has him looking at food labels &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;which ultimately&lt;/span&gt; with him policing us, will force me to make sure our pantry is stocked with healthy foods. So send me any ideas for quick meals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-1716914707194835773?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1716914707194835773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=1716914707194835773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1716914707194835773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1716914707194835773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2009/01/healthy-cooking.html' title='Healthy Cooking'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-6063042122195829593</id><published>2009-01-02T10:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:59:36.511-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IEP'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Where has the time gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 was def. a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rollercoaster&lt;/span&gt; ride of ups and downs and 2009 seems be starting the same way.&lt;br /&gt;Jobs are even more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unsatble&lt;/span&gt; around here. Hubby survived this round but who knows what the Spring will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people are struggling. Normal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;resolutions&lt;/span&gt; just didn't see right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make sure I spend 10 minutes a day really listening to my hubby when he gets in from work. Not doing homework, surfing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, etc... We seem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;to have&lt;/span&gt; lost our time to connect in 2008 and I feel like we are 2 ships passing at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;insomnia&lt;/span&gt; and try to be in bed by 11PM most nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach my son how to tie his shoes and his multiplication tables. Make this a priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save more, eat out less.  (We need to pay for swim team and we need a car)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook healthier meals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to let the little things slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn I don't have to be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not take things personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;brightside&lt;/span&gt;, let the negative energy go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give more to the food bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to support my son and his learning team to accomplish his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;IEP&lt;/span&gt; goals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-6063042122195829593?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/6063042122195829593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=6063042122195829593&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/6063042122195829593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/6063042122195829593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-1465815739467413327</id><published>2008-11-24T11:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:18:46.397-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Police Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sgt. Timothy Simpson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Final Inspection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timmy Simpson'/><title type='text'>Sgt. Simpson's Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/SSrZmuJ3IeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CLgPXaChfQ4/s1600-h/Tim+Simpson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272265573038236130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 100px; height: 125px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/SSrZmuJ3IeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CLgPXaChfQ4/s200/Tim+Simpson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;One of my first posts here was that on another Police Officer's funeral. I never knew that so soon, I would be writing another post listening to another funeral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I've kept the blog quiet out of respect, just wanted my home page to be about an extraordinary man. I have no words that haven't been said already, no words to express my condoloences, no words to sum up a life that is over way too soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I have always loved this poem and wanted to share it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The Final Inspection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Author: Author Unknown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The policeman stood and faced his God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;which must always come to pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;He hopes his shoes were shining just as brightly as his brass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Step forward now, policeman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;How shall I deal with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Have you always turned the other cheek?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;To my church have you been true?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The policeman squared his shoulders and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"No Lord I guess I ain't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Because those who carry badges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;can't always be a saint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I've had to work most Sundays,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;and at times my talk was rough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;And sometimes I've been violent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;because the streets are awful tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;But I never took a penny that wasn't mine to keep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Though I worked alot of overtime when the bills just got too steep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;And I never passed a cry for help,though at times I shook with fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;And sometimes, God forgive me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I've wept unmanly tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I know I don't deserve a place among the people here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;They never wanted me around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;except to calm their fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;If you've a place for me here,Lord, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;it needn't be so grand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I never expected or had too much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;but if you don't... i understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"There was silence all around the throne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;where the saints had often trod,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;as the policeman waited quietly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;for he judgement of his God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Step forward now, policeman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;You've borne your burdens well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Come walk a beat on heaven's streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;You've done your time in hell."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-1465815739467413327?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1465815739467413327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=1465815739467413327&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1465815739467413327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Simpson&apos;s Funeral'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/SSrZmuJ3IeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CLgPXaChfQ4/s72-c/Tim+Simpson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-4006871168010261483</id><published>2008-11-18T11:34:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:18:24.267-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timothy Simpson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philadelphia Police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sgt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tim Simpson'/><title type='text'>We lost a  friend &amp; Philly lost Another  Officer. Sgt. Tim Simpson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;PHOTOS FROM PHILLY.COM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.philly.com/inquirer/gallery/Crash_claims_life_of_Sgt_Timothy_Simpson.html?index=2#photo"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Last night, Philadelphia lost another member in the line of Duty. Sgt. Tim Simpson was killed in a car crash, when he was hit by a driver allegedly high on heroin while responding to an armed robbery call. He was well known to my parents. He was my moms boss for years and my dad worked with him. I just got off the phone with my mom she is so devastated. He was so funny and loved his kids so much. He was so good to my mom especially when she took family leave to care for me during my cancer surgeries and treatment. It always was do what you need to do. He helped to make my life easier. He helped out the fundraisers they held for my benefit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://abclocal.go.com/wpvi/story?section=news/local&amp;amp;id=6511174"&gt;6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Simpson worked in the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; district, and was partnered with Sgt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.abclocal.go.com/search/results?station=wpvi&amp;amp;search=siteSearch&amp;amp;q=Steve+Liczbinski" included="null"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Steve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Liczbinski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; the day he was murdered. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Liczbinski&lt;/span&gt; was shot and killed after a bank robbery back in May, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Simpson spoke with Action News earlier this year about the arrest of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.abclocal.go.com/search/results?station=wpvi&amp;amp;search=siteSearch&amp;amp;q=Eric+Floyd" included="null"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Eric Floyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;, who was wanted in the death of Sgt. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Liczbinski&lt;/span&gt;. At the time, Simpson explained that when Floyd was arrested he was handcuffed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Liczbinski's&lt;/span&gt; handcuffs. Simpson went on to say that Floyd was told to whom the handcuffs belonged, and why they were being used.&lt;br /&gt;After his death Simpson was named supervisor of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Liczbinski's&lt;/span&gt; unit. Captain Kevin Hodges of the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Police District told reporters, "I had to make the tough decision of who was going to go in Steve's position in 2 Squad. I chose Timmy Simpson because he was a strong leader, a great cop, and an excellent supervisor."&lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Simpson celebrated 20 years on the force just last Friday. And only hours before he died he received an award for outstanding service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Police Commissioner Ramsey in a news conference today, Sgt. Simpson actually took over the squad after Sgt. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Liczbinski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was killed in the line of duty. Sgt. Simpson was honored as supervisor of the month the same day he was killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all my years, I don't remember a worse time for the Philadelphia Police. This is the 3rd officer killed in as many months. Seven in 2and 1/2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad served the bulk of his police career in the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It was a tough district even back then. But cops are a family and they get through the hard work with the support of each other. As family members we got through the hard days with the support of other families. It just stays with you. Even now that I am in another state and my dad has been retired 3 years, I am still shook up by this news. Its like getting notice that a family member has died. To my family, he was always smiling, a proud dad, a good guy and a cop's cop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a moment to pray for and thank those that serve and protect you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-4006871168010261483?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/4006871168010261483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=4006871168010261483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/4006871168010261483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/4006871168010261483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-fallen-officer-sgt-tim-simpson.html' title='We lost a  friend &amp; Philly lost Another  Officer. 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We try to eat organic as much as possible. I admit with the economy the way it is and the fact that we have our meet expressed shipped, its been a struggle to get more organic meat ordered. We are just about done what is in our freezer. I love knowing where and how my meat was raised. We do make sacrifices in other areas of our budget to get our meat organic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seriouseats.com/"&gt;Serious Eats &lt;/a&gt;is giving away an Organic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;D'Artagnan&lt;/span&gt; turkey a day until 11/23. Be sure to check it out. They have some great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recipes&lt;/span&gt; there too. I am looking forward to trying the ham in coca cola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-7562156820820738179?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/7562156820820738179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=7562156820820738179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/7562156820820738179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/7562156820820738179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2008/11/organic-turkey.html' title='Organic Turkey'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-465585689592385004</id><published>2008-11-15T12:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:17:40.097-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veggie Tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beanish and Other Languages I&apos;m Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contest'/><title type='text'>A big Thank YOU</title><content type='html'>I won a Veggie tales The Pirates who do Nothing DVD from Kim @&lt;a href="http://ispeakbeanish.wordpress.com/"&gt;Beanish and Other Languages I'm Learning&lt;/a&gt;. She is so amazing. I love her blog and am blessed to have won this DVD as a present for my son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please check out my sidebar for other great giveaways hosted by Blog owners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-465585689592385004?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/465585689592385004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=465585689592385004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/465585689592385004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/465585689592385004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-thank-you.html' title='A big Thank YOU'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-3462443251525825441</id><published>2008-11-09T23:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:44:45.825-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phillies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Civics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='layoffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;OK so you take a few days off to tend to family business and wow what a different world it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Phillies win the world series and have a parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I voted for the very first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have elected our first African American President. No more ads!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The economy is in further decline, our city and county are facing huge deficits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be an Aunt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son swam underwater for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer season is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won another contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I am not sure which of these is most topic worthy. My 8 year old had his friends over on Thursday. They were discussing politics and how excited they were that "their" Candidate had won. Shay tells his friend, well John McCain was going to cost us money and he was going to take our health insurance. Obama I am not sure about but he will only cost me $125. So even our youth pay attention to all the political ads. I mean how could they not, they were everywhere. It was refreshing to see them so civic minded. Heck, its the reason I voted. Pressure from my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voting was so much easier than I expected, no lines. Wasn't nearly as claustrophobic at it was 18 years ago, when I first tried it and could handle being in the metal voting booth. Hubby and I actually got coffee and went to the beach watched the coastal storm rolling in to town after we voted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so blessed to have the world's largest sand box in our backyard and the ocean at our feet. As we sat there watching the storm approach, we talked about all the good in our area. Now is the the time when our way of life is threatened by ocean drilling and a sinking economy. So many business have closed, Casinos are laying off their workers, people are losing their homes here. Seems every time we think it can't get worse it does. We are lucky we are getting by but that is only through a lot of penny pinching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking November's blog might be focusing a lot what we are Thankful for and money saving tips. Any ideas feel free to leave me a comment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-3462443251525825441?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/3462443251525825441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=3462443251525825441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/3462443251525825441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/3462443251525825441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-5231822512863152733</id><published>2008-10-31T00:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:13:26.804-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink Ribbon Review'/><title type='text'>Pink Ribbon Review Giveaway</title><content type='html'>Have you checked out the &lt;a href="http://www.pinkribbonreview.com/2008/10/22/pink-ribbon-review-bcam-giveaway-day-twenty-two/"&gt;pink ribbon review&lt;/a&gt;. Its a great Blog. Good tips about breast cancer but also to live a better life in general. Karen does an amazing job with the blog and is a fantastic writer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO I was the winner of the espresso maker from her blog giveaway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-5231822512863152733?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5231822512863152733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=5231822512863152733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/5231822512863152733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/5231822512863152733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2008/10/pink-ribbon-review-giveaway.html' title='Pink Ribbon Review Giveaway'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-212174404524783519</id><published>2008-10-24T15:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:23:24.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Song I came across today</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0QKxsiRYC9Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0QKxsiRYC9Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-212174404524783519?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/212174404524783519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=212174404524783519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/212174404524783519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/212174404524783519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Great Song I came across today'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-8054207076195750002</id><published>2008-10-24T10:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:01:40.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warriors in Pink Winner</title><content type='html'>Thanks everyone. It was so exciting holding our first contest. I loved all the comments and never could of picked a winner. That's why I use the radomizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freakdujour!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-8054207076195750002?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8054207076195750002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=8054207076195750002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8054207076195750002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/8054207076195750002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2008/10/warriors-in-pink-winner.html' title='Warriors in Pink Winner'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-1076185701949117353</id><published>2008-10-23T10:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:02:18.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH!!!!! TODAY IS THE DAY</title><content type='html'>Today represents the first day of the rest of my life.  Seven years ago I found out I had breast cancer. Six years ago today, I started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Herceptin&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mets&lt;/span&gt;. I am so blessed to be here. Less than 18% of women with my cancer get to live 5 years. Although with more targeted therapies, I am hoping to see more. I miss my dear friends Mindy, Marie and Karen. They all died young with children yet they so inspired me to keep going. They are rarely far from my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, I try to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; new on this day. This morning my mom and i are going shopping. I never would of made it through all this with out her love and support. Dear sweet hubby works late every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; me,he told his boss he has to leave early today. We are going to dinner at a restaurant we both have always wanted to try. My son is off school tomorrow so he is sleeping over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mommom's&lt;/span&gt;. Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt; date night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my friend yesterday, that I wouldn't change anything. Cancer has been a curse but been a blessing. I am stronger, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;happier&lt;/span&gt; and have more of an appreciation for things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;Kelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-1076185701949117353?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1076185701949117353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=1076185701949117353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1076185701949117353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1076185701949117353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2008/10/yeah-today-is-day.html' title='YEAH!!!!! TODAY IS THE DAY'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-345743672642611606</id><published>2008-10-18T14:59:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T17:34:02.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My 3 day story.</title><content type='html'>Here is a &lt;a href="http://cbs3.com/local/Breast.Cancer.3.2.295024.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;news story&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;  and the &lt;a href="http://cbs3.com/video/?id=16401@kyw.dayport.com"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; on the page is from our walk in 2005. I didn't know how to pull out the video and put it here. If someone does please let me know. I am the video with all the tents the first one. It was a cool experience. I was so glad that news story  focused on someone with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mets&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes people with metastatic cancer feel like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Komen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;foundation&lt;/span&gt; and all don't put us out there much b/c we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; worse fear and not good publicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such an honor to be featured and have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mets&lt;/span&gt; the topic. It was hard watching this again tough, treatment with steroids and all made me look terrible. It was hard to hear all that I said too. My life is happier than it was then. I actually walked out of the room while replaying this. My son thought it was awesome to see himself on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; though. He was 5 then and didn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;Kelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-345743672642611606?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/345743672642611606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=345743672642611606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/345743672642611606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/345743672642611606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-3-day-story.html' title='My 3 day story.'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-5728258752900397542</id><published>2008-10-18T14:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T14:18:11.710-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breast cancer 3day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Susan Komen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breast cancer walk Philadelphia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cbs3.com'/><title type='text'>Breast Cancer 3day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/SPon-jx_oLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ePlrGKucwoA/s1600-h/3daywalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258559470618779826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/SPon-jx_oLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ePlrGKucwoA/s200/3daywalk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi All,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for all the entries into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Warriors&lt;/span&gt; in Pink contest. Remember you can enter one time before 11:59EST October 23, 2008. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After surviving my son's first BIG sleepover here. It went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprising&lt;/span&gt; well. All the kids got along well and were asleep fairly early. Got all the kids off for soccer this am. It was freezing cold here. Windy all across the open field. Thank Goodness its almost over for the year. We lost 2-0. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am heading off to the breast cancer 3day in Philadelphia tonight. The walkers started yesterday before dawn. Check out the story on &lt;a href="http://cbs3.com/topstories/breast.cancer.3.2.842684.html"&gt;CBS3.com&lt;/a&gt;.  The picture is from their website. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the pleasure of being able to volunteer to give out the Victory Shirts as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; walk finishes. Its such a great honor and these walkers have done so much and its such a great feeling to cross that finish line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know first hand. I did the walk 3 years ago. It was hard, but such an amazingexperience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe next year, I will be able to do it again. I might have some video from it. I will look for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-5728258752900397542?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5728258752900397542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=5728258752900397542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/5728258752900397542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/5728258752900397542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2008/10/breast-cancer-3day.html' title='Breast Cancer 3day'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/SPon-jx_oLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ePlrGKucwoA/s72-c/3daywalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-3072414957958880928</id><published>2008-10-15T15:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:54:01.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Breast Cancer Awareness</title><content type='html'>Got this email from my friend Angelique today. I am so proud of her. The worst part of her journey is almost over!!!! Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; to check in on those undergoing chemo. Sometimes we don't know what to say, but that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. Just let them know you were thinking of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TUESDAY, OCTOBER 14, 2008 10:32 PM, CDT Now that autumn has settled in and all the kiddies are back in school and all the teachers are back to work, I feel like I am living in some kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bizzarro&lt;/span&gt; world... it is the first fall in fifteen years that I have not set up a classroom... it is the first October I can ever remember that I have no hair to pull into a pretty ponytail...It's all very strange and surreal. However. I am doing the VERY BEST I can to get through it and be stronger on the other side. I have ONE MORE triple chemo to get through. It is Oct 21. Sometimes I am lonely and sad so I invite all of you to please keep on emailing and calling and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; me. I don't LOOK like me anymore but I am still me inside...Please celebrate with me after 10/21 when I will be done with the nightmare of chemo and ready to slide down the rainbow of wellness again!Much love,Angelique&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-3072414957958880928?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/3072414957958880928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=3072414957958880928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/3072414957958880928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/3072414957958880928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-breast-cancer-awareness.html' title='More Breast Cancer Awareness'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-1735026240667798623</id><published>2008-10-14T13:00:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:00:01.533-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breast cancer survivor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post a comment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweepsatkes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior in Pink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give away'/><title type='text'>Warriors in Pink Sweepstakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/SPTh8LxLXII/AAAAAAAAAA4/znT6D1zNKAI/s1600-h/Warriors+in+Pink+Giveaway.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257075089115667586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/SPTh8LxLXII/AAAAAAAAAA4/znT6D1zNKAI/s200/Warriors+in+Pink+Giveaway.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok, guys and gals, its time for our first giveaway. In honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, I am giving away a Warrior in Pink package. It is a Ford Warrior in Pink sling bag/backpack. Scarf, car magnet, paper, and pen. Check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopwarriorsinpink.com/default.cfm?fuse=home"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ford Warriors in Pink &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and their beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fordvehicles.com/warriorsinpink/quilt/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Virtual Quilt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; When I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer mets 6 years ago, I was 30 with a 2 year old. My ob/gyn said the average survival was 26 months. Thanks to the research supported by programs like Susan Komen &amp;amp; Ford Warriors in Pink, new drugs and treatments are discovered. What was experimental six years ago; is now standard treatment. I believe I am alive thanks to this research. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To enter, please leave a comment on which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fordvehicles.com/warriorsinpink/wip/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;warrior symbol from Ford's Warrior in Pink&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is your favorite. Sweepstakes ends on Oct. 23, 2008 at 11:59 EST. Open to all US residents 18 and older. One entry per person. Inappropriate comments will be deleted and are at my discretion.I will post the winner on this blog within 3 days of drawing. If winner leaves email address, I will email winner and they will have 3 days to respond.If potential winner does not respond within the 3 days prize will be forfeited and an alternate winner will be drawn. Drawing will be conducted using a random number generator. Thanks and Good Luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WINNER THANKS TO THE RANDOMIZER IS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a name="c6268574082481993148"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://freakdujour359.livejournal.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;freakdujour359&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;I like the angel wings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2008/10/warriors-in-pink-sweepstakes.html?showComment=1224765900000#c6268574082481993148"&gt;October 23, 2008 8:45 AM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-1735026240667798623?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1735026240667798623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=1735026240667798623&amp;isPopup=true' title='137 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1735026240667798623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/1735026240667798623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2008/10/warriors-in-pink-sweepstakes.html' title='Warriors in Pink Sweepstakes'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/SPTh8LxLXII/AAAAAAAAAA4/znT6D1zNKAI/s72-c/Warriors+in+Pink+Giveaway.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>137</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-2307110449867125819</id><published>2008-10-08T10:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:54:40.946-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allergic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vaccine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flu shot reaction'/><title type='text'>Flu Shot</title><content type='html'>Had one of my scariest days ever. My son got his flu shot on Monday around 2:30. At 5pm we noticed his eye was puffy like a bug bit the bottom of it and he was complaining his head itched. Closer look hives on the arm where he got the shot. Call to pediatrician, some benadryl and a trip to the ER. While in route to the ER his face swelled and he developed more hives on his face and opposite arm. Turns out he had an allergic reaction to the flu shot. I never thought anything like this would ever happen. Up until he was 4, he was allergic to eggs. He was given the all clear by the allergist and has been fine eating things with eggs in them, although he has never had a whole egg. My pediatrician knew this but said the shot would be fine since it was 4 years ago that he was given the all clear with eggs. So, he is on steroids and benadryl and still has some residual swelling and hives but is on the mend. Just be careful with your little ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-2307110449867125819?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/2307110449867125819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=2307110449867125819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/2307110449867125819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/2307110449867125819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2008/10/flu-shot.html' title='Flu Shot'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-6962306026760691837</id><published>2008-10-05T18:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:45:22.052-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young survival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Herceptin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stage IV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breast cancer survivor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metastatic breast cancer'/><title type='text'>Going PINK</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its October, Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Its not my favorite month. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diagnosed&lt;/span&gt; with breast cancer at age 29 Oct. 23, 2001. No family history, no risk factors. Had a mastectomy, reconstruction, chemo and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;radiation&lt;/span&gt; all while caring for a 16 month old, working and trying to make sense of my life. The following year on Oct 16, 2002, I found out the cancer had spread. I started on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Herceptin&lt;/span&gt; on you guessed it Oct 23, 2002. One year later. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; disease wouldn't give me a break. I hated October. I felt like every Pink building, ribbon, shirt, ad just threw the cancer back in my face. But I realised, the cancer was winning if I felt that way. I now embrace October and all my fellow survivors. I wear pink, go to luncheons, buy pink products and thank God that I have a cancer that is so well researched, I have outlived the statistics. I am a SURVIVOR. So this blog is going Pink for October.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-6962306026760691837?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/6962306026760691837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=6962306026760691837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/6962306026760691837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/6962306026760691837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2008/10/going-pink.html' title='Going PINK'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-942115938647258704</id><published>2008-09-30T14:39:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:47:31.652-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patrick McDonald'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philadelphia Police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Officer Killed in line duty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorial'/><title type='text'>Remembering Patrick McDonald.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/SOJzxnPw4JI/AAAAAAAAAAY/xACSOK4CyBE/s1600-h/Officer+Patrick+McDonald.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251887411653304466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/SOJzxnPw4JI/AAAAAAAAAAY/xACSOK4CyBE/s320/Officer+Patrick+McDonald.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I wasn't always a small town girl. I grew up in the big city of Philly. My dad,uncles, cousins and friends all were Philly cops. Even my mom worked for them. The cops, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;civilians&lt;/span&gt;, police dispatchers all do an amazing job. The Philadelphia Police Department said goodbye today to its 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; officer killed in the last year and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; in under a month. The funeral was so sad to watch on TV. I never met Sgt. (posthumously promoted to Sgt.) Patrick McDonald. I have family and friends that knew him. He looks so young. Yet was so dedicated. Making his way to highway. Always trying to make the world a better place. I have no idea how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; loved him were able to share their grief by letting the world see the funeral. After watching the funeral and hearing people speak. I feel like the world lost someone great. Being a cops family is hard. Its in your blood, but its hard. My prayers and condolences go out to his parents, sister Megan and girlfriend Joanne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Heary&lt;/span&gt;(also a police officer). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251891729558340530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/SOJ3s8sjA7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/xtcdzlaMGKU/s200/patch+philly+police.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.legacy.com/philly/DeathNotices.asp?Page=SEARCHRESULTS"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;philly&lt;/span&gt;. com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MCDONALD, PATRICK,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt; Highway Patrol Officer with the Philadelphia Police Department, tragically in the line of duty on September 23, 2008 at the age of 30. Beloved son of Lawrence and Patricia McDonald (nee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Gillin&lt;/span&gt;). Loving brother of Megan McDonald and the late Michael McDonald. Grandson of the late James and Ann McDonald, and the late George and Marion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Gillin&lt;/span&gt;. Boyfriend of Joanne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Heary&lt;/span&gt;. Patrick lived the life of a warrior, filled with pride and discipline. Everything he did reflected his intensity and determination to achieve excellence. Patrick was a tremendous athlete who played football for the Liberty Bell Patriots, Little Quakers all-star team, Archbishop Ryan High School (where he achieved All-Catholic honors), and the Philadelphia Police and Fire Department's Blue Flame football team. Patrick graduated from Archbishop Ryan High School in 1996. He joined the Philadelphia Police Department in January 2000 and was assigned to the 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; police district where his record of excellent service culminated in his appointment to the elite Highway Patrol Unit in 2004. During that time, Patrick completed night courses and earned his Bachelor of Science degree in Criminal Justice from St. Joseph's University. Patrick's many commendations demonstrate his bravery and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;committment&lt;/span&gt; to serving the people of Philadelphia. .In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made to the "Officer Patrick McDonald Memorial Scholarship Fund", c/o Archbishop Ryan High School, 11201 Academy Road, Philadelphia, PA 19154.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.odmp.org/officer/19570-police-officer-patrick-mcdonald"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.odmp.org/agency/3101-philadelphia-police-department-pennsylvania"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.odmp.org/reflections.php?oid=19570"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.odmp.org/forms/reflection.php?oid=19570"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.odmp.org/sb_bridge.php?oid=19570"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.odmp.org/personalized.php?oid=19570"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;From: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.odmp.org/officer/19570-police-officer-patrick-mcdonald"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Officer down memorial page. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Police Officer Patrick McDonald Philadelphia Police &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;DepartmentPennsylvaniaEnd&lt;/span&gt; of Watch: Tuesday, September 23, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Biographical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;InfoAge&lt;/span&gt;: 30Tour of Duty: 8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;yearsBadge&lt;/span&gt; Number: 2831&lt;br /&gt;Incident &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;DetailsCause&lt;/span&gt; of Death: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;GunfireDate&lt;/span&gt; of Incident: Tuesday, September 23, 2008Weapon Used: Handgun; .45 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;caliberSuspect&lt;/span&gt; Info: Shot and killed&lt;br /&gt;Police Officer Patrick McDonald was shot and killed after pulling over a vehicle.Officer McDonald was on patrol when he stopped a vehicle occupied by two men. When asked, the passenger of the vehicle proved Officer McDonald with a false name. Officer McDonald asked the suspect to exit the vehicle, but the suspect jumped out of the driver's side door and fled on foot. Officer McDonald pursued the suspect for several blocks while requesting back-up officers to respond.Officer McDonald caught up with the suspect at the corner of North Colorado Street and North 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Street. Officer McDonald and the suspect engaged in a violent struggle, during which the suspect drew a .45-caliber handgun and shot Officer McDonald several times. When Officer McDonald fell to the ground, the suspect stood over him and fired several more shots, killing Officer McDonald.The suspect then stole a bicycle and fled the location, where he was intercepted by motorcycle Officers from the Highway Patrol. The suspect knocked one Officer from his motorcycle by throwing his bicycle at him. The second Officer got off of his motorcycle and engaged the suspect in a running gun battle, in which the Officer was wounded and the suspect was killed.The suspect, who was on parole, having been released from prison just weeks proper to this incident, was wanted for assaulting several Police Officers two days prior.Police Officer Patrick McDonald had served with the Philadelphia Police Department for eight years and was assigned to the Highway Patrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-942115938647258704?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/942115938647258704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=942115938647258704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/942115938647258704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/942115938647258704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2008/09/remembering-patrick-mcdonald.html' title='Remembering Patrick McDonald.'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/SOJzxnPw4JI/AAAAAAAAAAY/xACSOK4CyBE/s72-c/Officer+Patrick+McDonald.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-4668045578604087410</id><published>2008-09-30T10:53:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:48:14.583-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy lunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop lunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids recipies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><title type='text'>Two of my Favorite things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am all for frugality.So, we pack our lunches. I was shocked to find out how much waste we generate from this. Plastic w&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ater&lt;/span&gt; bottles, brown bags, wrappers, even reusing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ziploc&lt;/span&gt; bags, you still throw them out eventually. This year, we decided to do better. We all have our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysigg.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;siggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;. My son has the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysigg.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&amp;amp;ProdID=560"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cheesebone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and thinks its the greatest thing. He was in tears at soccer the other day because he had forgotten it and no other water bottle will do. We save so much money with these instead of the 4.99 case of bottled water in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;addition&lt;/span&gt; to being better for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt;. Now our new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lunchbox&lt;/span&gt; is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laptoplunches.com/products.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;laptop lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; boxes. The colors are amazing. My son brings everything home. Now that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; schedule has changed. I want one for hubby's lunches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please share your ideas for making lunch more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;environmentally&lt;/span&gt; friendly. Also I am looking for healthy lunch ideas, recipes for kids lunches something to jazz it up a bit. We are stuck in a lunch rut right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-4668045578604087410?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/4668045578604087410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=4668045578604087410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/4668045578604087410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/4668045578604087410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='Two of my Favorite things.'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101640262102622223.post-9133871743022577282</id><published>2008-09-30T10:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:33:23.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Hello, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Welcome to my blog. I live in a small town with one way in and out. Everybody pretty much knows everyone else. As such, I use the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; to connect to other moms, get some new ideas and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;perspectives&lt;/span&gt; on things, vent, look for new products and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;recipes&lt;/span&gt;. I thought I would create a great new place. This blog will evolve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I welcome comments. Look for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;recipes&lt;/span&gt; and sweepstakes coming soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thanks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101640262102622223-9133871743022577282?l=smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/feeds/9133871743022577282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101640262102622223&amp;postID=9133871743022577282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/9133871743022577282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101640262102622223/posts/default/9133871743022577282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmomswithbigideas.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Kelly K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607338479036728935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhB3ZmN4cHg/S43jjTPR79I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HwGhfCnKTxY/S220/th_BREASTCANCERSURVIVOR.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
