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mary jessica hammes has been working on my story for babygooroo.com.
it’s finally up. go over and have a read, even if you think you already know it by heart.
click here to read pumping through chemotherapy at babygooroo.comlast year stand up to cancer asked me if i remembered what i was doing on september 11th, 2001. i did. i still do. this is what i wrote:
click here to read “castles are burning in my heart”
and speaking of stand up to cancer, did you watch the telecast last night? did you donate? did you help find a cure? did you save lives? did you stand up to cancer. there’s still time. click here to donate or text STAND to 4020 to give $10.
in seven days stand up 2 cancer will return to primetime. on september 10, 2010, at 8pm eastern and pacific, and 7pm central the one-hour fundraising event will be simulcast live and commercial-free on abc, cbs, fox, nbc, bio, discovery health, e!, g4, hbo, hbo latino, mlb network, mun2, showtime, smithsonian channel, the style network, tv one, and vh1. it doesn’t matter which network you choose, as long as you choose to watch.
the 2008 telecast was viewed in more than 170 countries and helped raise over $100 million. just like the 2008 broadcast, this year’s telecast will feature live performances by legendary recording artists and presentations by stars from film, television and sports, presenting content that offers viewers insights into cancer.
su2c aims to build continuing public support and donations for cutting-edge cancer research. 100% of all donations received from the public will go directly to cancer research. viewers will be able to donate via phone, internet or text. it doesn’t matter how you choose to donate, as long as you donate.
in fact, you can donate directly through my stand up 2 cancer team right here, right now. my team has raised nearly $6000. nearly.
you can choose to make a difference today. you can can choose to make a difference on september 10th. i hope you’ll choose both. but it doesn’t matter which day you choose, as long as you stand up 2 cancer.
as my sister just asked me, isn’t one blog enough? no. no apparently it is not. so in my crypster attempt to secure a firm-ish grasp on social media, i started a tumblr blog.
you could think of it as somewhere between here and twitter, content-wise. it’s like the bonus features on the dvd of me, and is chock full of easter eggs. lucky, lucky you. i’ll add a feed to the sidebar here soon.
follow me on tumblr here.
i think the ‘time has come. the showtime. time to add some premium channels back to the fios faves.
new plan. must arrive in florida in time for sunday’s lost series finale.
seriously? how is lost ending *this* sunday? have i been living under a rock? a black rock?
i had no idea it was happening so soon.
dude. this sucks. there is no tv equivalent, no replacement for lost in my personal must see tv lineup.
so this is it? goodbye, lost?
i’m not ready for this to end. i’m not done dancing in your deepest oceans. we were so good together, just like a dream.
nugget and i are hitting the road saturday for our first major road trip. is this really a good idea? do sane people drive long distances, cross many states with a three-year old in tow? please check “yes” or “no.”
as bad as i am about blogging on a regular basis, i will try really, super hard to post ridiculous photos and updates from our journey. twitter is likely to be the landing spot for most of these tidbits of humor and despair, and i know you won’t want to miss a single bit. so be sure to follow me or at least check out my twitter feed on the left-hand sidebar.
oh right, you wanted to know where exactly we’re headed to. why, central florida, of course. that’s where i was born and raised. i spent the majority of my formative years playing with and then working for the mouse. now i happily haul my daughter there to subject her to the media machine immerse her in the culture i grew up in.
nugget’s aunt jenny is playing her first ever orlando show at backbooth on may 25th. have you gotten your tickets yet? check out park ave cds – i heard they’ll give you a ticket when you purchase one of jenny’s records! so come out and join us as we officially celebrate me kicking cancer’s ass. it will be quite the party. kinda like this one (but sadly without bess rogers).
as africa hot as it is sure to be in florida right now, we’ll still have an excellent time. i’m a native, a pro at avoiding the scorching death rays with which the sun tortures the tourists.
there will be lots of late afternoon trips to the magic kingdom. we will watch far too many parades and shows, and spend hours making special trips to visit with her “friends” (disney characters).
there will be long walks around epcot’s world showcase with my friends and their tots. the mamas will enjoy adult beverages while we drink our way around the world and the kids will craft at each of the kidcot stations. it’s a win-win.
i will don my new, modest i’mamommynow swimsuit and brave a water park or two. i will most certainly make other mommies to suffer along with me.
we plan to stay until main street electrical parade makes its return to walt disney world on june 6th as part of summer nightastic! i am giddy with delight at the mere thought of sitting with nugget and watching her hear for the first time:
“ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, walt disney world proudly presents our spectacular festival pageant of nighttime magic and imagination in thousands of sparkling lights and electrosynthomagnetic musical sounds . . . the main street electrical parade!”
nugget just brought the vhs cassette of elp’s farewell season at disneyland into my office. she’s ready to do her homework. i’m ready to teach her baroque hoedown.
i’m ready to go home.
life is turning into an overwhelming struggle, an everyday battle that i feel left alone and completely unprepared to fight.
where’s my army? where’s my band of brothers? (most of them, awol, i fear, gone bamboo, off lurking in their idyllic hideouts.)
i never said i’d be easy. i never promised not to be a complete disaster. i thought i held up a big end of the bargain. i lived.
that didn’t end my war though. so where are you? i’m not asking for your sympathy, your understanding, your tears. i just want your help. and if you can’t find your way to here to offer it, then let me come to you.
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