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Happy Mother's Day

Fluffy and I had a great time today doing the Walk For The Cure at the MOA. It went a lot faster without pushing a stroller and concentrating on not running people over. It also didn't take us 90 minutes to find the car like last year. Whew. It's always so inspirational to see so many people in one place for the same reason. 50,000 men, women and children walked with us today. No lie. That's what they tell us. Panic attack much? It is overwhelming if you look at the shear number of people in front of you and don't even think about looking behind you. Yikes! Many tears were shed for people we didn't know. Just seeing shirts on kids that said they miss Grandma or grown women walking for their moms who lost their battle. I got choked up when I saw a man with his shirt that said he was "Walking in honor of my wife, my love, my life". Come on! How could you not love that man? It was a great day.



It was even better when I got my Chunky Monkey fix. I hung out with Fluffy and Bigs this afternoon when the walk was over. Oh. My. God. She is too damn cute, that baby is. At any rate, enjoy the photos and hey, I hope all ya'll Mamas had a great day! We did!

What a gorgeous day for a 5k walk. Coulda
done without the cold, cold wind in the
beginning but once Mr. Sun came out, it was gravy.



When we walk under the bridge, we all scream.
It got pretty damn loud in there.



Yay, another walk under the belt.
We had a great time!


If this does not make you say Aww then you
are a cold and heartless bastard!



So's I was saying to ya......
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Steph said…
Ah I love you hun! We had a great time, and I am so glad you love chunky monkey so much!!! She is damn cute lol. I love you tagged it Tatas lol.
9:23 PM
Les Becker said…
What a cute mug! I LOVE babies. Ummm... other people's babies. Me, I'm done.
12:57 PM
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