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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We have been quickly throwing together fundraising events including yard sales and "cans for cancer" (where people can donate their cans to us) and 100% of the proceeds go to the American Cancer Society.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If you have been touched by someone in your life with cancer and would like to donate to the American Cancer Society we would greatly appreciate your support. By visiting our <a href="http://main.acsevents.org/goto/megmarkey" target="_blank">Relay for Life website</a> (set up for us directly through Relay for Life) you can donate directly to the American Cancer Society on our behalf.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We know we came into this late and have a short time to fundraise, but we still are trying to raise as much as possible for this amazing cause. Your <a href="http://main.acsevents.org/goto/megmarkey" target="_blank">donation</a> will help with cancer research, lodging for cancer patients and their family's, transportation for patients to and from hospitals, and much more. You can <a href="http://main.acsevents.org/goto/megmarkey" target="_blank">donate</a> as little as $5 or as much as you can afford. Any amount helps benefit the lives of those affected.</span><br />
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After returning from a fruitful trip to France this summer (and by fruitful I mean I only ate fruit... most of the time,) I started having sever stomach pains. I thought I was having a baby, only I knew this wasn't true unless it was another immaculate conception because my love life had been <i>just that exciting </i>prior to this. Then I thought maybe it was a food baby because every time I ate I would be in severe pain. <i>Birth this FOOD BABY already! </i>As it turns out, it was just gallstones. Damn gallbladder. I've since had that little bitch removed. <i>Whew! ZOMG if you know what I mean... </i><br />
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<i>Let's continue to keep Japan in our hearts as the days pass and not forget about them. </i><br />
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So, my arm HURTS! I'm not being a baby about it either (haha, right). I've had many shots and I never complain. I actually enjoy watching the doctors take blood, but oh my LORD, I can't lift my arm or anything. I have this interview tomorrow and I'm kind of afraid I won't be able to shower... <i>if you could see what I look like right now, you'd be scared. </i>Luckily, I don't have a camera.<br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On the bright side I learned my semi-anual income will not be coming to me this February as planned. So, I made my very first trip to the Welfare Office--<i> I didn't think my $23 would last much longer. </i>Now, before y'all judge me for not working and contributing to society, I have a temporary disability and compensation is trying to be resolved.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyway, back to my story. So, I'm in the social service office and I'm clearly out of my element. I'll just leave it at that. Everyone knew each other...<i>like some sort of secret underground social gathering.</i> And I definitely heard someone talking about Twinkies. Suddenly I have a sweet tooth.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well, thank God for Miss Mucker. She got me on the path to a better future<i>- I get to buy groceries this week. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was pretty excited about this <i>since an EBT card now feels like a miracle,</i> until I got a notice in the mail today that... apparently I have to work at an Animal Shelter as some sort of barter for food stamps? Hmm... this slightly concerns me especially since I have an aversion to kill shelters. On the bright side, I get to "report to Cesar Chavez." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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I miss my lovely readers and will be back soon! Hopefully with a like-new Nikon and some picture updates.The Fitness Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15779106480045222249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072431961573805765.post-8730680198006275132011-01-04T20:17:00.000-08:002011-01-04T20:17:26.222-08:00Desert SnowIt's been a little crazy here in the desert. We had snow, which is rare and our roads aren't really equipped for... well, water in general. So tonight's blog will be short and sweet. I took the opportunity to go out into the desert and take some pictures of the joshua trees. Here they are :)<br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's hard to believe that this is the last day of 2010! <i>I'm sure I say that every year, but my mind isn't getting any sharper! </i>I hope everybody enjoys their New Years! I will be blogging more regularly come the turn of the new year so expect to deal with more of me from now on! <i>Muahaha. </i>Ok, that was a little extreme, but yes, I will try to be around more. </div>The Fitness Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15779106480045222249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072431961573805765.post-52331573125035631422010-12-24T08:33:00.000-08:002010-12-24T08:33:01.205-08:00Chloé à la veille de Noël.Christmas Eve has arrived. I feel like a little kid again, you know where the day drags on and I can't wait until tomorrow morning? It's going to be a relaxing day of finishing wrapping gifts, eating cheese & crackers with wine, and playing board games with the family.<br />
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Chloé is enjoying Christmas and in particular, <i>the tree</i>. I had the camera out earlier and she was eager to pose for it. <i>She's feeling like Levi has been getting a little too much attention on here ;)</i><br />
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So I will leave you with some photos of Chloé. Merry Christmas Everyone!<br />
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</i></div><div>My sister and I had this tradition when we were kids that on Christmas morning we would wake up around 4am, go out to the living room, open our stockings and wait for my parents to wake up around 6:30. I always thought this was amazing. My sister got to lay on the couch and be the "princess" while I answered to her every need. Fix her breakfast, warmer blankets, fluff her pillow, O<i>h what's that? You want me to bring you your slippers? Why of course! </i>This is something we did from the time we were weee lil children until, well, until we moved out of our parents house. <i>So basically I spent a good 20 years being my sisters slave at Christmas and I'm starting to wonder how exactly this was so great. </i>But I miss it and her, and even her annoying little fishy lips (which I apologize that none of you know about.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGchZCLyIJS2Qgfolg0wWOKRHwfVmUt4C_Acv87u98pHf23cri2h1n_TpQFGU4YJ2QCdKhBKrUSWWSshg6DneP_viwfO6dwOH6OMS-jICc7eLbXEyaPT2UQzKfUVMh67G2dLXuyMwHb0f6/s1600/DSC_0325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGchZCLyIJS2Qgfolg0wWOKRHwfVmUt4C_Acv87u98pHf23cri2h1n_TpQFGU4YJ2QCdKhBKrUSWWSshg6DneP_viwfO6dwOH6OMS-jICc7eLbXEyaPT2UQzKfUVMh67G2dLXuyMwHb0f6/s400/DSC_0325.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">On the flip side, I do get to be <i>somebody's </i>servant this year since my little brother broke his toe. He's milking it for all it's worth too. This holiday season has been crazy and it's sure hard to juggle everything.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL6NuANejvHcm-QlOmuo1Uirq7b32mwvfCLCkptaHUxuefL-6Cjt4iMVjn5XtNF-btoPsRSECpbsDdj1Fw2qcChACL30l7Z3SHxFkkR8m0cTqqLMRtzuna4v0f004j24Sw_sIRkysK4-f3/s1600/DSC_0357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL6NuANejvHcm-QlOmuo1Uirq7b32mwvfCLCkptaHUxuefL-6Cjt4iMVjn5XtNF-btoPsRSECpbsDdj1Fw2qcChACL30l7Z3SHxFkkR8m0cTqqLMRtzuna4v0f004j24Sw_sIRkysK4-f3/s400/DSC_0357.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Is the umbrella worth it?</i></div><div><br />
</div>The Fitness Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15779106480045222249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072431961573805765.post-27091077228812924402010-12-16T10:41:00.000-08:002010-12-16T10:43:34.089-08:00My dog's a klepto & my cat's a masochist.I'm slightly concerned with my dog's underwear fetish. He seeks out boxers, in particular, and goes running around the house with them. I thought we were having <i>the-dryer-ate-the-sock </i>syndrome... or in this case, underwear, but no: <i>I'm on to you, Preston! </i>The other night, I caught this on camera... <i>he thought he was being SO sneaky. </i><br />
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</div><div>I have not forgotten my sacred little blog! But I've been so pressed for time this week, I simply can't keep up. I will try to pop in, but if you don't hear from me, I will be back next week in full blown blog mode! <i>You can't wait, right? </i>If you get too lonely, pop on some good old fashion Jazz music and drift into the world of holiday cheer.</div>The Fitness Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15779106480045222249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072431961573805765.post-20710137266285317572010-11-29T21:12:00.000-08:002010-11-29T21:12:13.725-08:00It's all fun and games, until someone splits their toe open.Well I must say black friday went smashingly well! I decided to get an early start and left the house at 3:15am. It was 4:45 when I approached one of the stores. There was a line stretching half a mile long with people waiting outside (most of whom had been there since the night before.) <i>Do I want to stand in this line? No way! </i>So instead I grabbed a hot cup of coffee, <i>thanks Starbucks! </i>Sipping my warm drink and eating my scone I watched as the line took a half hour to enter the store. Then, once everyone was in, I popped out of my car, entered the store, grabbed what I needed and checked out all within 20 minutes! <i>Boy am I glad I didn't freeze all night for that! </i>In fact, I moved in and out of every store I visited with ease, getting everything I needed (mostly for myself, ha!)<br />
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After a long day of shopping I took a nice drive down to my sister's house to celebrate our late Thanksgiving. It was all good eats and fun until a kid touched an open flame on a candle, and two others ended up in the ER. One from a concussion and my brother from breaking his toe and splitting his nail away from the cuticle! OUCH! And now my sister has laryngitis.<i> Thanksgiving is dangerous! </i>Well <i>I'm </i>thankful I escaped unscathed!The Fitness Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15779106480045222249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072431961573805765.post-14024588292368682672010-11-25T21:42:00.000-08:002010-11-25T21:42:06.649-08:00A love affairI'm completely having a love affair with cashmere right now. I recently brought my purple cashmere scarf back to life. I completely forgot how warm and soft it is. This brought me to my next epiphany! I must have everything in cashmere! <i>Maybe I'll get some cashmere goats and start knitting my own things. <b>Now accepting free goats</b></i><b>.</b><i> </i>After much searching I'm wondering why nobody makes cashmere underwear? I mean... really. I asked my breasts what they wanted for christmas and they said a cashmere bra! Ladies... I have come to the conclusion that our ladies deserve to be pampered! <i>I'll be working on it, don't fret! </i><br />
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This year Thanksgiving dinner will be at my sister's house on Saturday, but I still want to do something on Thursday. So the excursion began. All I want is a small brown sugar ham. After visiting multiple grocery stores with no luck, I finally exclaimed out loud: <i>Doesn't anybody carry personal sized hams anymore?! You know, for people with no family or loved ones? </i>I'll take the silence as a no.<br />
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</div><div>It was a birthday celebration. Not mine, of course, but a good time all around. Close friends conversing and eating. We sure know how to party. We were seated in the back corner of the restaurant. As soon as we sat down we all professed how grateful we were that it was so quiet and hoped the waitress wouldn't come back too much. Can't you tell we're very lively? <i>(And social!) </i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div>So with the buttons on our pants about to fly off at any moment, it was time for the birthday girl to open her gifts. Makeup brushes, scarf, lotions, bought cd's, burned cd's and cash. Speaking of cash, I found a $5 bill in a huge rain puddle, in a parking lot, and decided to fish it out with my bare hands.<i> I hope she spends it well! ;)</i></div><div><i><br />
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My sister and her husband recently had their first child and I guess it got me thinking that my ovaries are going to shrivel up and I'm going to miss my chance and child bearing. I think this thought might have been slightly exaggerated in my head though, considering I have at least another 8 years where I'd consider myself young enough to get <i>started.</i><br />
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Oh, and I'm pretty sure this meltdown had something to do with my monthly visiter. I'm sorry, but why is it aways portrayed as some blooming flower that brings joy to the womanly species. I'd like to see a commercial that shows a woman having mood swings, gaining 10 lbs, having severe cramps, and changing her clothes 12 times because she either feels fat or she's ruined them. <i>Sell me the product that fixes <b>that!</b></i><br />
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If I could wear a yellow bikini and dive into a pool and start synchronize swimming, I don't think I'd need your pill (or whatever that advertisement is, you ladies know), thankyouverymuch!The Fitness Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15779106480045222249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072431961573805765.post-72239366420133328532010-11-17T22:40:00.000-08:002010-11-17T22:40:31.268-08:00Airplanes and...sinners?Airplanes keep getting smaller and smaller these days, and fellow passengers are getting too close for comfort. I experienced this not-so-long ago while taking a trip to Michigan with my sister.<div><br />
</div><div>I made my sister sit in the middle seat, of course, because... well, why would I subject myself to so much discomfort? Flights are boring, so thank God I brought my mini DVD player! (Seriously, who wants to pay $5 bucks for a movie? I could redbox it for cheaper!) I chose to bring my entire collection of Sex in the City (all wrapped up in a pink suede case.) </div><div><br />
</div><div>Everything started out so beautifully.. we were about 3 episodes in, and right in the middle of a juicy sex scene, when suddenly we were rudely interrupted by the outer edge of our airplane sandwich. <i>Maybe she would like to join our steamy viewing. </i><b>Wrong! </b>Bible propaganda, what?! Yes, she finagled her way into handing out religious pamphlets about changing our ways. I nod, smile, take her brochures, and I'm genuinely thankful I now have a place to dispose of my over-chewed gum. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Glancing at my sis, with one of those <i>ok-that-was-weird </i>looks, I un-pause our show. But wouldn't you know it, miss chatter-mouth is at it again. <i>How many pamphlets does she travel with anyhow? </i>Now, I'm not saying what I believe one way or another, but this is getting to be a little distracting. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Finally, silence. Un-pause. <i>Damn, now I have a guilty conscience. </i>The girl won. Stopping the show, my sister looks at me... I know that look. I guess it's just xanax and martinis from here until Michigan.</div>The Fitness Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15779106480045222249noreply@blogger.com0