Shanon’s Blog

It’s been so crazy, insane busy lately. Last week was full of getting ready for Kidd’s Kids Day which is this Thursday. It’s the one day of the year where we ask for your help to send a plane full of chronically and terminally ill kids and their families to Disney World. I’ve met four of the families going on the trip this year and they are all so deserving, so please listen on Thursday and give whatever you can. If it’s a dollar or five…whatever it is, it makes a difference. When we look at the breakdown of donations every year, it’s the small donations that add up to make the trip so successful. So please go to kiddskids.com to find out about all the ways to donate. I promise you it’s a great way to spend your money, especially when you’re having to consider where every dollar is going. This is a good way to spend it. And you can even win a trip to Disney World by helping us. Just go to yourcause.com and set up your page now!

I think I had a tragic kickball injury last night that has resulted in my limping around and looking like I’m touching myself inappropriately all morning long. And last night during the game. I was like 5^th on the roster, so it was at the very beginning of the game. My first kick. I got it off the ground and right into the hands of the third baseman. So it wasn’t even a single. My poor groin.

I did start hitting the gym again on Sunday because I seriously didn’t have time but one day last week and I swear it turned my world upside down. I’ve never been in a bad mood for as many days with no break in between as I was last week. I guess maybe my routine was out of whack and my endorphins took a week long nap or something.  I don’t know.But I feel bad for Keith and Michelle, especially. I don’t think I said but maybe two words to Keith all week and then poor Michelle. I don’t even know what to say. So I will give an honest, sincere apology to both of them now on top of the ones I’ve already given.

To add to the stress of it all, my pregnant little sister went on bed rest after bleeding and cramping all day on Friday. Like I said before, I really think that meeting some of the Kidd’s Kids over the past week made that worse. I would love a special needs child as much or more as I would a healthy one, but it’s scary.  It’s just by the grace of God that a healthy Ethan will be born and I think that it’s so real to me, it’s scary. I pray for her to have a baby that doesn’t have to go to the doctor for more than shots and check ups. I pray that my sister can drop the baby off with nothing more than an extra diaper or two versus a bag full of meds and treatment schedule and all that stuff. It’s SO REAL TO ME THIS YEAR. Anyway, enough of that. I’m sure you get the point.

Is there anything worse than a porto potty? They are so gross. I just wanted to get that out there.

More to come tomorrow. I promise. And BTW…still no Nastia friend request.