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Happy Early Mother's Day to all the moms out there. Represent! This Mother's Day, Fluffy and I will once again be walking in the Susan G. Komen For The Cure walk at the MOA. We had a great time last year and we're so excited to be doing it again. We're leaving the kids at home and it'll be just us. I almost feel bad for the Captain and Bigs but I think they'll be ok.

We did the "Bagging For The Cure" at my store last Sunday and pulled in $833.39 from the fabulous customers we have (and some employees too!). So many times people thanked us for doing the walk. Some of them couldn't do it because of health reasons, others are survivors and most of the people we talked to had lost someone close to them. I always feel so blessed when someone shares their story with me. I feel connected to them. Thank you to all of my customers and coworkers who helped us out.

Everyone knows someone. Someone who has survived. Someone who is fighting against it. Someone who has lost their courageous battle. Someone who has lost a loved one. We can find a cure for this. I know we can. I don't want my daughter or nieces to have to worry about this. I don't want my Grandmother's death (from her second bout) to be in vain. Do whatever you can to help out. Donate to Komen or your local hospital that works with breast cancer patients. Be there for that special someone, even if it scares the shit out of you and you think you can't help. Just being there makes the difference. Listening, having that shoulder to cry on. Someone to cry with, yell at or just be with. We can all help. For us, our daughters, sisters, mothers, nieces and every other woman, young lady and sweet little girl.


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