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"Hold on, hold on to yourself, for this is gonna hurt like hell..."

I am still feeling so scattered and random, so this entry may not make so much sense, but whatever! :-P It's not like I'm Stephen King here! Although a few of my thoughts today are a little scary...

How horrifying is this? As we all know, the weather has been much cooler, and in the mornings it's downright cold! On my way out the door this morning, I grabbed one of Pete's hoodie sweatshirts to throw on over my super-stylish pink sweatshirt! If Stacy and Clinton saw me, they would most likely skip the makeover and shoot me in the head to put me out of my misery.

Anyway, fast forward a bit to the bus stop, waiting for Ellie's bus to come. Despite my nine layers of sweatshirt and the coffee I was clutching, I was still cold, so I put the hood up on Pete's hoodie. my ears aren't cold anymore! Ellie's bus comes, we get her loaded on and walk to my car to get Anna off to school. I catch a glimpse of myself in my car window....and realize I look like the girl in the mirror in the Vagisil commercial!!! I am dressed like vaginal itch!!! Okay, seriously, I almost cried! Due to this horrifying experience, I will be going shopping for some cute outerwear and sweaters STAT!

But, it gets worse. I was looking for a picture of the lady in the gray hoodie from the commercial, and found this. Oh. My. God. If you are faint of heart, I beg you, don't click on that link!

Aside from that fashion disaster, everything else has been okay. It feels so strange to be returning to a routine after everything that has happened. I keep being startled by the fact that life does, indeed, go on. One thing my Marla and I (and anyone else who wants to join us) plan on doing is the Philadelphia Race for Hope to raise money for brain tumor research and patient services. Now that I have seen myself how devastating a brain tumor can be, I don't want this to happen to anybody else. If yo would like to make a donation in Greg's honor, you can visit my walk page by clicking here!

Shelly and Greg's family and friends are setting up a few benefits to raise money for Greg's daughters and to cover leftover medical expenses. If you would like to help by attending one of these events, donating an item for the Chinese Auction, or by simply making a donation to the family, just Email Me.


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