Tuesday, June 30, 2009

JUNE 30, 2009


full of sunshine and fairy dust. Not sure why - just feeling better. Perhaps it has to do with having my Dad here. Perhaps it has to do with the fact that I know I have a part-time job to help us get back on track. Perhaps I got a full-nights sleep, and finally feel like I woke up rested.

Maybe it's the fact that I know Isabella Rose will be here today (my brother's daughter...).

Maybe it's that I know I have my PET scan today, and while I don't look forward to it, I have a good feeling that things will work out.

Who knows. I am not questioning it. I feel good, for the first time in several weeks. Not fabulous, but good. And that, my friends, is something to celebrate.

Nothing back from the mortgage company. I got the letter from the mortgage "counselor" that basically told me to save money and pay essentials first (well, duh!), which was EXTREMELY helpful. :-/ I am thinking that this weekend, I will write a letter to the White House (the chances of it getting anywhere are slim to none, but it's worth a shot) and to my senators/representatives telling them what I think of Obama's so-called mortgage assistance program. Don't get me wrong - I think a lot of what he has done has merit, and (I shouldn't tell you this...) I voted for him. However, when you say that you are going to have counselors available, and then people call to find out they are nothing more than data-entry people.....well, I'm sorry - your constituents are going to get pissed. They aren't counselors when their advice is to "Save money and pay the priorities...". Really - that's the help? When I asked what can be done about the mortgage - well, we are going to have to see what the mortgage company wants to do. Really? REALLY????

*sigh* Happy thoughts. H-A-P-P-Y thoughts. Birds singing, sun shining, fairy dust on everything......

Comments:

CCW said...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* (just thought I'd send a little more fairy dust your way) Be well & livestrong! :-) Cathleen
June 30, 2009 at 7:54 AM
Blogger Tina said...
Sending thoughts and prayers your way! So glad you are feeling more positive--I know how hard that can be sometimes!
Blessings!
Tina
June 30, 2009 at 8:56 AM
Blogger Carol Urban said...

How was the scan? Enjoy your prep drinks? Oooh, so yummy. NOT! Give us a holler when your results are in!

P.S. I love you even if you did vote for Mr. Obama. I will try hard not to hold it against you. giggle
July 2, 2009 at 4:43 AM

Monday, June 29, 2009

JUNE 29, 2009


Wanted to update you guys really quickly - all is well. Not great, but better. Not awesome, but better. I don't feel like I am ready to kill someone any longer, so that's a plus. I don't have any more answers, but I feel like I have a path and a goal. By the end of this week or the beginning of next week, I will have final confirmation on a part-time job, which will help things out significantly. I don't know that it'll put us in the black, but it will definitely help.

This week, I will become an Aunt for the first time (well, biologically). I have an amazing assortment of nieces and nephews, but my brother is in the hospital with Ashley right now, being induced. So cool.

And, my parents called me yesterday and we made arrangements - when Julia heads back to NY with my Dad in July, Kevin will be going with them. I will, for the first time in 7+ years, be child-less. And, for the first time EVER, I will be alone for a month. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with myself, but I will probably get some time in at TWC and maybe, just maybe, relax. This seems to be a foreign word that people like to throw around and I suppose I should become more familiar with it's meaning. :-)

So, I will update more as I can, but for now, it's off to get the kiddos to bed, and then to work on some paperwork.

Have a wonderful week. Keep me in your prayers. PET scan tomorrow afternoon. Won't have results right away, but any positive thoughts help.

Comments:

Kevin said...
Wow no kids for a whole month (that includes Levi, sorry Levi! :-D) You must be excited. Break out that book you have been wanting to read, or pick up that hobby you have been meaning to try. It may be a long time before you have peace and quite like that. We will be praying for you tomorrow.
June 29, 2009 at 9:23 PM
Blogger Daria said...
Hoping for the bet with your PET scan ... positive thoughts coming your way.
June 30, 2009 at 3:46 AM
Blogger Carol Urban said...
My PET scan is scheduled for July 13. I'm not looking forward to it. Hate the hour long drive to get there. Hate the cold drink; leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Hate the IV, hate the contrast dye, just plain old hate being there. Ugg!

I've been having a lot of bad dreams lately related to the PET scan. Fears of bad outcome, etc. I think that is pretty much normal for what we've all been through. Just really hoping it settles down.

Maybe with the kids gone for the month you will get a chance to sit and knit? LOL!
June 30, 2009 at 4:47 AM

Thursday, June 25, 2009

JUNE 25, 2009


I read this on Cheryl's Written Word on the "Voices of Survivors" website. Awesome. I might have this tattooed on my forehead, so I remember it.

By Maya Angelou:
"I can be changed by what happens to me.
I refuse to be reduced by it."

Comments:

Tina said...
I read that too...awesome quote
June 25, 2009 at 12:38 PM
Blogger Heat said...
LOVE IT!

Unless you look in the mirror often, tattoo it on your hand or wrist so you can see it :)
June 29, 2009 at 2:10 PM

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

JUNE 24, 2009


Consider me duly humbled, grateful, and scolded. Since my post last night, I have had a flurry of emails from friends, readers, and the like asking what they can do for me. I apparently (unknowingly) sent my friends and others on a whirlwind search for assistance on-line with our problem. I have had people calling and emailing me all day. All because of one post with the F word.

So, the bottom line is this. I needed to vent. I needed to get things off my chest in order to be able to deal with them. And, admittedly, I needed people to help me do that. I did need help. Knowing that my friends dropped everything to help me the moment I hit "Publish Post" is completely and utterly overwhelming. You can't even begin to imagine.

Short story - I am feeling better today. Not "walking on sunshine" great, but I-can-finally-breathe again better. Why? Because I have a plan. It might not be the best out there, but it's what I have.

I have a meeting tomorrow with a government-certified financial counselor to try to see if there's anyway to make it through, modify the loan, get a forbearance, etc. I will (as someone recommended-thanks, WW) make sure to ask questions and read the fine print and get a lawyer/my mortgage broker involved. I also am filing paperwork with my mortgage company tomorrow morning to get their loss mitigation department involved. I may have a potential opportunity to make money on the side, nights/weekends, from home. That will help.

Regarding the other items, my friend Kevin and I talked through a couple of things on my budget today, and he gave me some good ideas. So, I will be taking those into consideration and definitely taking his advice.

I have been given an amazing lesson today. Well, probably several, but one that I can work through today. I was told today that I'm too damn proud and stubborn. And, my mom recently told me that I have always been WAY more independent than she is, almost to a fault. I don't know why this is. I guess I always feel guilty when people DO for me. I want to do for others - I want to help in any way that I can. But, when people offer me help, I balk. There are others out there in MUCH worse situations that I am. We should be helping them. I felt this way during my cancer, too. Yes, it sucked. Yes, it was awful. But, I was alive. And, I had a chance at beating it. Others, they didn't have those luxuries.

However, I have had to learn, VERY QUICKLY, that sometimes, I can't shoulder the burdens of life by myself. I hate to be a burden to people (sorry, Kevin...), but it's just how I'm made. I don't want people to have to take care of me. It pisses me off. But, apparently, this is a time where pride and dignity have to take a backseat, and I need to accept that sometimes, a helping hand is the best gift ever.

Wow.

I am so humbled that people think this highly of me. I am flabbergasted that they feel that I have, along the way, done something that has warranted their friendship. I don't see what I did to deserve this. But, I intend on going through the rest of my life paying them back and paying it forward. It's the very least I can do. I hope that I can, at some point, give someone else the hope that I have been given, and maybe allow them to sleep a little better, breathe a little easier, and enjoy their kids laughing one more time.

My friends made me cry three times today. I probably needed that. And, while I don't know that the solution I want is what's going to happen, I am getting back to the point where I have faith.

That doesn't mean, by any stretch, that I have forgotten about the conversation a certain person (ahem, heaven) and I are going to have. I am still angry. I am still frustrated. Kevin gave me a book in the Bible to read. I don't normally do this, but I will be tonight. After I work out. :-)

Anyone with time and energy to help me through the emotional/spiritual, let me know. I can't bring myself to try to start with a new church right now. I may have to hoof it to the one that helped us out so much at the beginning of chemo. I need to be with people, and I need to understand certain things. I have SO many questions, and no answers. I don't like that.

So, the short answer is, I am better than last night. Still upset, depressed, etc. Not ready to jump out the window anymore (besides, we have a single-story house - wouldn't do much good anyways), but still not 100%. Kevin - I forgot to make the call today about the mental health counseling. Hoping tomorrow.

I think that's it. If you are in a similar situation, please please please seek out help. If you want them, I will send you the information I have been given. I am trying to wade through it and find what I think would be most helpful - might not get to it until Friday afternoon, when I should be working but won't be because of the work reduction. Well, I should put that time to good use.

Hugs to you all. I can't even put into words what you mean to me.

Comments:

Heat said...
I didn't know you had a blog until just now when I saw your status on Facebook...

Because I'm late to an appointment, I'll be briefer than my thoughts actually are, but it will at least prevent the thoughts from being lost forever...

First, I'm glad you're feeling a little better. Frame of mind is everything when you're dealing with all the shit life throws at you.

Second, as far as receiving help: I was like that, too. I don't want anyone to help me. I can do it myself. I don't want to be an inconvenience, I don't want to be a burden, and I don't want to be weak.

And then somewhere along the line (during treatment), I realized: if someone I was friends with was going through what I'm going through, I would help them without thinking twice about it. It would not be a burden. It would not be inconvenient. They would not be weaker for asking or accepting. It's just what friends do.

I can give you some suggestions on budgeting and all that, if you want. I'll send them through Facebook, but probably not until the weekend, at which point I'm likely to forget, so send me a message and remind me :)

I also have had training in effectively creating affirmations and visualizations (with regards to anything connected to yourself). If you want info on that, let me know. I know a couple of people who have dug themselves out of financial holes (over time) using this stuff.

Good luck. Be strong. Have faith.

You asked what this is preparing you for? Just plain ol' living. Just because you're getting stronger doesn't necessarily mean it's going to do any more than just be part of you.
June 24, 2009 at 7:56 PM
OpenID krolla0123 said...
Hello :) We don't know each other, but we have a couple of mutual friends. One of them filled me in on your story today.

First of all, I'm sorry that you have all of this to go through. Cancer is straight from the pit of hell, in my opinion. I've seen and experienced way too much to think otherwise.

I also have experience with loosing a home (brand new dream house), a business (having to file bankrupcy), and having to move to an apartment. It was our worse case scenario... and honestly, it really wasn't so bad. The apartment complex had a pool and workout room. :) And the freedom of knowing we could feed our child AND make our rent payment was actually pretty wonderful. You quickly forget about what material stuff you might be missing. We discovered it just wasn't worth it. That time allowed us to regroup and learn from our mistakes. Nine months later, we were moving into a new home in a starter neighborhood in the city (though our neighbors are 100x better than the other house in the new suburban development) and has felt so much more like home than our "pretty prison" ever did.

I hope this doesn't come off as trite. I don't pretend to know the situation you're going through. I know our situation was hell for a long time. Years. A miscarriage, loss of two children, and loss of several close family members and the failing business took a huge toll on us an our marriage. I doubted God and his goodness or even his willingness to acknowledge that we were trying as hard as we could and only seemed to be crushed more. But standing on the other side now... every bit of that had a purpose in defining who we are now and who we're able to relate to and help. My husband would not have the job he has not if his business had not failed.. I would not have learned what I needed to learn to launch a successful business. And my kids would probably still be in daycare because we would have still been working tirelessly to pay for stuff we didn't need anyway. That's our story. Please know that God is still good. His people still care about you. And you are not alone.

And for additional reading... because I still question God on the cancer thing... check out David Wenzel's blog: http://jumpdavidjump.typepad.com/jump_david_jump/

Just found out he has a brain tumor about two weeks ago. Also super young guy. But has an amazing insight into our Father -- I'm learning so much as he goes through this...

Best wishes... :) It will be OK. You will thrive through this.
June 24, 2009 at 9:42 PM
Blogger Nancy said...

Michelle,I have put you on our Prayer list at Church,believe you are not alone.God is with you every step of the way,just trust and speak to him and he will listen.He has gotten you this far he will carry you to better times.You are carrying such a heavy load you need to put some of it on Our Heavenly Fathers shoulders.There is all kinds of help sweetie,reach out and grab for it,You deserve peace of mind and God will find the way for you.
"Though I walk in the midst of trouble,You will revive me;You will stretch out Your hand Against the wrath of my enemies,And Your right hand will save me."Psalms138;7....I love you sweetie.God watch over this special daughter of yours,she is in need of Your help Lord,You have been carrying her for some time, Please Lord get her through these hard times and let her see you are the way.In Jesus name Amen.
June 25, 2009 at 5:15 AM

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

JUNE 23, 2009


So, today's not a good day. I have been having technical difficulties with technology (my computer was messed up and I had to call the Help Desk, twice, not to mention the third call to handle a problem I called about yesterday). My cell's Bluetooth headset died. I have been fielding calls from the company that financed my car because I am a month and a half behind on that payment. I made a half-payment, but I am still behind. I finally answered the phone call from my mortgage company today, and was read the riot act. Basically, if I don't make my house payment by the end of the month, and if I don't make the payment next month, they start foreclosure proceedings.

Fuck. (Sorry - that's the only appropriate word here.)

I have outstanding medical bills that are still being paid on. I am going to incur more bills over the coming 4 weeks because of the tests and doctor's visits, and it makes me want to skip them altogether to avoid piling more debt on the already overwhelming mountain.

I ran the numbers - between Levi's cut in pay and my recent cut in pay/hours, we are bringing in less than we have bills for, by about $500/month. I tried to figure out what we can cut - there isn't much. Internet shut off completely. Cable (we only have basic). We can cut our cell phone down to the minimum. We already cut our home phone. Those cuts? Save us about $100. Certainly not enough to get us through.

There isn't much else to cut. I could keep the kids home from daycare - but, um, hmmmm....while that would put us in the black, that isn't an option.

So, what do you do in a time like this? Panic. Freak out. Get depressed. Curse fate. Wonder what in the hell you did to deserve this. And, start thinking.

Isn't it enough that we had the onus of cancer put on us? As if somehow we needed to field more shit, we now have this on top of everything else. I don't know what else to do. I am ready to give up. I can't possibly begin to imagine what we can do to get ourselves out of the mess we are in. We can't even, at this point, afford to get an apartment. Why? Because I can't afford the down payment. So, where does that leave us? Homeless. With a 3 and a 7 year old. In Phoenix. In the summer.

Again, I say it, loud and clear. Fuck.

I have times when I know that what I am going through will make me stronger. Right now, I feel like I keep getting stronger and stronger, and the only thing that does is make the pile of shit get bigger and bigger. What next - let's throw on a recurrence, perhaps some mets, to make this REALLY worth it. Perhaps the next step is a terminal illness. What else could this possibly be preparing me for?

I really am at such a loss. I just don't know what to do, and I am so angry and depressed over it. I just don't have the answers. Up until now, I have been able to confidently say, it's going to work out. This time, I'm not so sure.

I am on the verge of tears, and the only thing holding me together is the fact that my kids are here and I don't want them to see what I am going through. Julia senses it - she's been taking care of Kevin all night.

So, what do I do? I have a meeting with a credit counselor on Thursday. I don't have much hope. They are going to see what I see, and basically tell me to start packing. So, on top of everything else, we will have this on our you-suck-in-life resume. I just wonder why us - why, when we have tried to play by the rules and do things right, why we have to go through this. Isn't there some sort of limit in life on the shit that you are allowed to have to go through. I think we exceeded this a while ago. Someone call fate's boss - fate is FIRED.

Why is it that some people live their lives eeking out a fairly good living dealing drugs or selling their bodies or killing people for profit, and there are people like us trying to live within the boundaries that can't live the American dream.

Is there a corner I can go to? Cuz I tell you what, right now, I will do just about anything to keep this house. It's ours, damnit. I DON'T want to leave.

And, the kicker is, I don't know that I am going to be able to stay here. I just don't see a light at the end of this tunnel.

It scares the shit out of me.

(help)

I wonder how comfortable my car is to sleep in...

Comments:

Tina said...
I am so sorry you have to go thru this on top of everything else.
I keep hearing and reading that if you contact the mortgage company, they will work something out with you, because they don't want to get the house back. They'll lose more money if it goes into foreclosure. Matter of fact, I think they HAVE to work something out with you--wasn't that part of the stimulus crap?
Same with any other creditors you contact. As long as you can make some sort of payment, they should be willing to work with you.
Good luck! I hoping for the best for you and your family!!
June 23, 2009 at 7:14 PM
just know we love you and we will do anything we can to support you in whatever you are facing...
i know it is not easy, but lots of people love you and we are there.
vent away, but know things will be okay and work out.
how appropraite my leave a comment verication word is "fuming" ...
June 24, 2009 at 2:02 PM
Blogger Carol Urban said...
I think the next time someone asks, "What can I do to help you?" Tell them you need help paying bills because of the medical expenses.

Is it possible that you can get a speaking fee for those occasions that you are asked to speak on behalf of cancer patients? Just a thought.

My other suggestion is always to contact your state representative and your congressman to see if there are any available funds to help.

You're right. This sucks and I'm sorry you are dealing with it.
June 24, 2009 at 5:01 PM
Blogger Amanda: said...

Thinking of you. I've not been online much, but just wanted to let you know you're on my mind. I was amazed at how quickly our finances took a turn for the worse when Joshua was sick. It took us literally YEARS to dig ourselves out of it, and we didn't have medical bills because our insurance covered everything... Hang in there!!
June 29, 2009 at 9:22 AM

Sunday, June 21, 2009

JUNE 21, 2009


I made it - another year down. Woo! I made it to another birthday. Most women my age wouldn't be celebrating the movement towards 40 - I relish in it.

A year ago, I was celebrating my Dad's arrival from NY - he drove. I was celebrating my birthday with friends (Kevin, Shannon and their kids) and family (Levi, kids, Levi's mom, and my parents).

I use the term celebrate VERY loosely. Celebrate at that point in time meant to talk with people and try to be social. I was two days out of the end of my first chemo treatment. I was exhausted, nauseous, and mentally drained.

This year? We slept in until 6am (which, in my world, is SLEEPING in!) The kids and I enjoyed lunch at McDonalds. We did groceries and errands and a myriad of other fairly normal things. It was wonderful.

Wonderful to be doing normal things again. It's such a nice feeling.

So, happy birthday to me. Here's to a hundred more celebrations. All of them MUCH more energetic than last years.

And, I did change the title thing-y on my blog. I am now a 33-year old cancer ass-kicker.

Bite it, cancer.

Comments:

Caroline said...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Did you know American Cancer society has a More Birthdays program? They will sponsor people's birthdays... And want everyone to have more. I need to findout more myself by have three months until my birthday...
June 22, 2009 at 3:52 AM
Blogger Daria said...

Happy Birthday!... and many more.
June 22, 2009 at 5:29 AM

Saturday, June 20, 2009

JUNE 20, 2009


Well, it's here. When I made this decision, I figured, ahhhh, I have time to come to terms with it. And, here it is. Have I come to terms with it? Who knows.....perhaps the dream that I woke up with this morning tells the story. I dreamed that I woke up and was in the tattoo shop (as in, I fell asleep during the tattoo - I don't think that's going to happen!). The tattoo he had done? A fairy down my side. I mean, along the ribs on my chest, and 18 inches tall. Hmmmm....

No - that's not what I'm going to do.

Am I nervous? A little. But, I have to keep it in perspective. This is something I want to do. The other stuff? I had to do it. This is kind of an acceptance for me that I am through with the chemo. That I have truly kicked cancer's ass. (Admittedly, I am going to make sure that the artist leaves enough space so that if they do have to put another port in, they don't have to ruin the tattoo...).

I have a feeling that this will be emotional for me. I wish Levi was here to do this with me, but I really want to have it done before I go back to NY for the wedding. I think it's going to be a gorgeous tribute to what I have been through and what I have accomplished, and I can't imagine a better way to celebrate my birthday.

Pictures to follow - I promise. If you haven't friend-ed me on facebook, I'll be updating my status with pictures on there. Friend me, and you can see the progress.

This is going to be AWESOME!!!

Comments:

Daria said...
Don't mean to scare you but there was a article on TV where a girl supposedly wanted 2 stars on her face but woke up with 50 ... don't fall asleep :)
June 20, 2009 at 7:26 AM
Blogger Tina said...
I'm excited! I can't wait to see it!!
June 20, 2009 at 8:34 AM
Blogger Amanda: said...
Cannot wait for a peek!! Will be stalking Facebook, LOL!!
June 20, 2009 at 2:59 PM

Later:


Here are some pictures. The kids and I have to eat, but I didn't want to leave you all hanging.


It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. Not at all. More details in a bit.

Before....

After.



You can see the J and K here in more detail. The J is to the left, and the K is directly to the right of the J. Very cool....

Stupid cancer. dot com.


Comments:

Carol Urban said...
Wow, love your haircut and you look absolutely amazing in the pictures! I mean it!

Levi will love the tattoo. I'm still arguing with Phil about getting one. He says no, I say yes. I'm wanting one much smaller, however, I do admire the one you created. Beautiful.

This evening was our Relay for Life ceremony. I cried as we walked around the track doing our survivor walk. Thinking back on last year and wondering if I would live to see this year. Very, very thankful and what a good year it's been.
June 20, 2009 at 7:45 PM
Blogger jnwhiteh said...
Positively gorgeous. You deserve it.
June 21, 2009 at 2:22 AM


Later:


Okay - so, here's the scoop. My friend Seana and I headed out to the tattoo place around 12:20 with the kids in tow. My other friend Shelia and her daughter-in-law and two grandbabies met us in the parking lot to pick up the kids. (This was okay by Julia, because she was terrified I was going to make her go into the tattoo shop with me.)

We walked into the tattoo parlor and my heart started to go KA-THUMP. I was so worried, and I considered chickening out. Then, I rough-talked myself into it - you've beaten cancer, you went through chemo and surgery - you can do this. I handed Mike my ideas, and we immediately settled on the one that I thought was the best option. I had decided that I wanted to have the tattoo frame my scar and really make it stand out. This way, it shows how damn proud I am to bear this stripe, and I want people to ask me about it. Mike knew that I wanted to have the kids initials stand out, and he worked that in too.

Once it was all said and done and he had it drawn up, I headed back to the tattoo-ing area. It looks like a demented dentists office, quite frankly. The dentist-like chair was leather, black, soft, and comfy. He gave me two pillows - one for my feet, and the other one to place where I wanted it to squeeze, etc. Before I sat down, he used some oils and water to transfer the image from the paper to my skin, like a stencil. So, I was able to see the image on my skin beforehand.

At this point, I could literally feel the heartbeat in my stomach. I was terrified.

I sat down in the chair and started wondering how long it would take before I jumped up out of it. I didn't need to. Mike knew it was my first time, and he graciously helped ease me into this experience. He took the needle and, sans ink, demonstrated on my chest how it would feel. And, I was completely shocked. It didn't hurt. It felt like a scratch. And, so, off we went.

I will say that, as time wore on and he started going over and over certain areas (like, outlined them, then had to go back through and fill them in) my skin started to get more and more tender. But, that's about it. Imagine your skin being sunburned a little bit, then scratching your skin. You know that feeling? The tattoo's easier. :-)

I sat in the chair for about 45 minutes. It honestly wasn't too bad, painwise, until he got to the area near my scar. That was tender. Other than that, I had competely blown this entire experience out of proportion, and I am so glad that it didn't live up to my pain-threshold expectations.

And, how do I feel about the tattoo? I absolutely love it. It's gorgeous. I am so proud of myself. I think it looks beautiful, and it's a testament to the courage that I have, even when I don't think I have any left.

To me, this is a reminder of what I went through, and that things can and do happen to show you that good things can come from horrible events. I have had the most beautiful experiences because of my cancer, and this shows it. I would never have done this without the cancer pushing me into it - I would have hemmed and hawed and spoke a good game. Truth is, that's all I would have done is talk about it.

Now - well, now I'm a different person. I am the kind of person willing to take a chance, to try something new, and to do what I want to do because I can.

I said it on facebook and I'll say it here - now, I'm the tattoo-ed cancer ass-kicker.

Awesome.

Comments:
You ROCK--and the design is beautiful. Keep kicking ass!
June 20, 2009 at 10:57 PM
Blogger Caroline said...
post a picture! I think its a great idea to frame the scar with a tattop.
June 21, 2009 at 4:41 AM
Blogger Michelle said...
Hi Caroline,
I posted pictures here (next posting down from this one) and on facebook. Hope you can see them. I love the way it turned out.
June 21, 2009 at 6:28 AM
Blogger Daria said...
I'm excited because you are so excited. All the best to you.
June 21, 2009 at 7:55 AM
Blogger Jill said...

It looks great!!!

You are amazing :)
June 21, 2009 at 8:04 AM