HOLA
daddy: so you still wanna go to DQ?
me: nah i prolly shouldnt i just worked out
me:thanks for remembering tho
daddy: I remember important things
daddy: I remember food
It is times like Relay 4 Life where my life sort of stops. I remember doing projects in heath class on daddy and losing friends becasue in kindergarten my friends and their parents were afraid of catching Cancer. Now a days Hotchkins Cancer or just the word Cancer doesn't have people running for the hills afraid they are going to catch this deadly disease.
It has now been 13 years since my daddy has been in remission from Hotchkins Cancer. If you are unfamiliar with the amount of year, for cancer patients, when they have no signs of cancer for 10 years they are considered cured and so it is now 3 years that daddy has been cured. :)
To me relay is not a time to drink and have fun with friends. It is a time to walk around the track, looking with daddy's survivor bag and grammy's RIP bag on the oppposite side. It is a time where my entire town and immediate family are at the same place at the same time walking side by side for the survivor walk at 645pm. Daddy doesn't care whether we walk at 2 or at all, he just likes the company and so tomorrow was a predicament for me. I work my first day of work form 10-4 but we all go to see the HP movies right when school is out so its 315 this year and well im working. But I really wanted to see HP 3 because its my favorite of the 5 books thus far (7 books in total :) ). Well, if I were to see a movie at 415 with momma I would miss the walk at 645 with daddy, but he doesnt care because we can walk when our movie is out as a family together, just not with all the other survivors and so its a happy medium. Relay 4 Life is one of my favorite parts of the year even though it is one of the sadest sometimes. Tomorra should be a very interesting, eventful day.
On a happier note, Amber, ure favorite accessories are washed! and being sent to you tomorra :)
Codi and I have survived being attacked by the devil dog, which scared teh living shit outta me, and I get to work my first real day of work ever tomorra!
And with that, i shall leave you all and give myself a french pedicure and manicure. much love xoxxxx :)
me: nah i prolly shouldnt i just worked out
me:thanks for remembering tho
daddy: I remember important things
daddy: I remember food
It is times like Relay 4 Life where my life sort of stops. I remember doing projects in heath class on daddy and losing friends becasue in kindergarten my friends and their parents were afraid of catching Cancer. Now a days Hotchkins Cancer or just the word Cancer doesn't have people running for the hills afraid they are going to catch this deadly disease.
It has now been 13 years since my daddy has been in remission from Hotchkins Cancer. If you are unfamiliar with the amount of year, for cancer patients, when they have no signs of cancer for 10 years they are considered cured and so it is now 3 years that daddy has been cured. :)
To me relay is not a time to drink and have fun with friends. It is a time to walk around the track, looking with daddy's survivor bag and grammy's RIP bag on the oppposite side. It is a time where my entire town and immediate family are at the same place at the same time walking side by side for the survivor walk at 645pm. Daddy doesn't care whether we walk at 2 or at all, he just likes the company and so tomorrow was a predicament for me. I work my first day of work form 10-4 but we all go to see the HP movies right when school is out so its 315 this year and well im working. But I really wanted to see HP 3 because its my favorite of the 5 books thus far (7 books in total :) ). Well, if I were to see a movie at 415 with momma I would miss the walk at 645 with daddy, but he doesnt care because we can walk when our movie is out as a family together, just not with all the other survivors and so its a happy medium. Relay 4 Life is one of my favorite parts of the year even though it is one of the sadest sometimes. Tomorra should be a very interesting, eventful day.
On a happier note, Amber, ure favorite accessories are washed! and being sent to you tomorra :)
Codi and I have survived being attacked by the devil dog, which scared teh living shit outta me, and I get to work my first real day of work ever tomorra!
And with that, i shall leave you all and give myself a french pedicure and manicure. much love xoxxxx :)