Next Thursday (Oct 4), my family and I are doing the Light The Night Walk, to raise money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. We’re doing this walk in honor of my brother, Paul, who died from leukemia at age 17, and to raise money so that others can be helped. This is the number one disease killer of children.
You can find more information and donate by going to this website:
THANKS SO MUCH to all you awesome people who have already donated! My faith in humanity has rebounded :).
As is my usual morning routine, I was listening to David Lee Roth incoherently ramble. This time it was about the Super Bowl and he claimed that women aren't interested in football. Which made me 1) angry at his stupidity and tempted to call in, and 2) wonder if Pittsburgh women are unique.
2) Bears. Also sneaky. I haven't seen you around, but I know you're out there.
Sunday night we met my parents at Damon's at the Waterfront. "Happy Father's Day"s were said to the appropriate people, and my nephew wished Mav a happy father's day. (Mav denied.) Then my nephew claimed he was "almost a father", and that "he had practice yesterday".
Apparently celebrating your birthday on Father's Day makes you a father.
(forgive the ugly link, I'm not on my computer)
But the highlight of my weekend was earlier on Saturday, when my parents and brother and his family came over for a barbeque. My niece was so cute; she's so girly (unlike me--I was a total tomboy). She found our box of accesories for HJ, and put on a flowery head band and lei and stood in front of a mirror, saying she looked beautiful. She put the headband on Mav, and told him he looked beautiful. She also managed to track down Otto, who was nice enough to let her pet him for some time before slinking off to hide in the closet. (My cats are terrified of small kids.) Later, I taught my nephew to play pool. He managed to knock a few balls in, and seemed really proud of himself, which made me very happy.