Clint, the kids, and I are walking for the cure on Sunday. In case you are not aware, my Mom died from breast cancer on September 15, 2002, while I was 6 months pregnant with the twins. That sucks I tell you. Well anyways, I am hoping to raise a little bit of money for the cause. It is a pretty damn good one, considering all the woman (and some men)who get this dreaded disease. Go here and enter my name. Katherine Stein. Yes, I know Katherine!!! I was only called that when I was in trouble and on the first day of school every year. Please take the time to check out the site. Even if you do not have the bucks to donate, encourage all the women you know to do self exams and to go to their yearly check-ups. Until a cure is found, early detection is a major factor in survival.
I was considering a new layout, a new title, well just an overall new feel to my blog. I mean some things have changed since I first started recording my thoughts and feelings of the going ons in my everyday life. Well, I am no longer taking Paxil and well, crap.....I think that is it. I thought the poop was really no longer an issue as well until this week. Someone decided that an oopsie poopsie was not something they might share with their mother. You know the lady who does the laundry. I was blessed with the joy, upon removing clean clothes form the laundry, an overwhelming smell of shit. Yep, SHIT!!!! I had almost all the clothes in the dryer and noticed a wad, a ball, a massive roll of poop. Apparently someone had pooped enough in their underwear and then just snuck it into the dirty laundry. GROSS!!!! I mean really?!?!?!? You don't think you might have at least given me a heads up so that I could pre-clean the undies. Man, boys are so gross!
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