For her children...

I had originally planned on blogging about the opportunity I had to cater the food for a wedding. All desserts even!

But as I read my blog list, I instead sit in tears. Tears of support or sadness I am not sure yet.

My very good friend G has been battling cancer for a few months. She is doing great as far as things are looking good.

But the cancer has not just reeked havoc on her body, it has played with the minds of her children and distorted how she looks.

G is gorgeous, she works out hard, she takes time in her grooming to look her best. She isn't a high maintenance look though, she is a definite natural beauty. Currently she is bald as a que ball (she says has freakish sprouts), puffy face, no eyelashes, red patches of dry skin, and thinning brows. She doesn't like to see her self. Who would really? I feel for her having no choice in how she looks. But I know she would rather look like crap for a while and raise her children.

What really hurts my heart is her poor babies. They are confused and scared. Are they going to get cancer? Are they going to die? Is there mommy going to die? I feel for G, how do console them? Comfort them?

When I pray for her I pray more for her kids... I pray that their mommy will beat the breast cancer. Not just beat it, but kick the crap out of it. I pray that they will be comforted. I pray that they will adjust well and not be greatly affected by these circumstances around them. I pray that their hearts will be light.


Maybe you can pray for them too?

A full heart…

Life has been having plenty of adventures lately. We have had our lives touched by Cancer, Death and Love.

I have so much that I could talk about, but I just want to talk about one thing.

KINDNESS

With the world so full of hate, war and destruction, love and compassion prevail. How grateful I am for all those in the world that see hardship and heart break and then immediately jump in to help make it better.

I have a friend like this, she is the most generous person I have ever met. She gives and gives without asking. She doesn’t need attention or a show of her kindness she just does.

Recently she found out one of my friends lost her husband. She doesn’t know this friend, she will never meet her, but immediately she made plans for a gift for her. She does not question whether she should, she just does. She just acts out of love.

I believe that when we have a notion to do good, it isn’t from us, it is God giving us a gentle nudge to help one of his children. How it warms my heart to know I have a friend who doesn’t even attend a church regularly, that feels those nudges so often, and is so receptive to acting upon them.

I want to be more like her. May we all put others first a little more often and act upon those gentle nudges a little more quickly.

Thanks for being such a great example Chantal! (haha you thought I wasn’t going to mention a name!)

Growing this much should be illegal!

I never approved this! My baby is big! And SEVEN! Which means soon to be sassy and well... a jerk! I love my sweet little snugglebug... What am I to do when she is done with me!

But at the same time, I am grateful for her health and ability to grow and progress. I cannot wish that away!

Just never forget little one, even when you don't like me, I will always love you, with every fiber of my being!

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It is time!

 

For those of you who know me, you know that I am trying to help raise money for my friend Geneva. Geneva is struggling with Breast Cancer, or as my sister says, Kicking Breast Cancer’s Arse (well Geveva would say Arse, Kat would say A#$)

Head on over to facebook and check out the auction at The Geneva Convention

Thanks friends!

Do I dare…

I just realized I am a scardie cat…

I got an email a couple weeks ago from a good friend, I honestly thought it would be a prego announcement or new address announcement as it was a group message on facebook.

My friend has breast cancer. Instantly my heart broke for her, for her family. For her parents, how can your babies be sick? How that must feel, I never want to know. For her children who will have to grow up a lot over the next year, part of their childhood is stolen. For her husband, I cannot even put into words how I imagine that news would affect a spouse.

My first thought was what can I do. How can I help, I am 14 hours away, clearly physically I cannot.

I arranged a necklace to be designed and sold to benefit her family, I helped with a couple auctions.

Of course, really I am being chicken, afraid to do what I have wanted to do. My first reaction was, well when she goes bald, so do I. I will shave my head to make her have a good needed laugh and to help her with her expenses.

I am actually excited about the bald thought, it will be interesting, and accessorizing… What I am afraid of is not meeting my goal. I have never met a goal in my entire life. Can I actually raise enough money to help her feel beautiful again?

You see I am not talking hair. I am talking about the fact that she is afraid to look at herself, she hates that he tummy now sticks out further than her chest. My friend needs a new boob… (That’s what her and her kids call it)

I need to raise enough money to give her a regular, womanly chest. Ya scoff if you wish, then envision yourself without one. Call if vanity if you will, but our breasts (or boobies) is what defines us in many ways. The sisters help us look good, they nurture our babies, they help us rule the world

Which brings me to the fact, I have been skirting, I am afraid to fall short of my “boobie” goal. I like to think I put it off because someone else is shaving their head already… but that is just another fib, like the ones I tell my self about cookies are not a problem, when actually they are more like crack cocaine to a hooker. I am afraid to take a leap and push for it…

As I have with so many  other things….

So this is what I have to say. I Heather Brandi MacKay will raise $3000 to buy my friend Geneva a new boobie… Unless she decides to use it towards her medical expenses… Once I have raised the $3000, I will be having a party, and I will be shaving my head on skype… for Geneva to see!

If anyone hears of a boobie sale, do let me know 

Better run, I need a cookie!

For a heartfelt read, check out http://www.myunexpectedpath.blogspot.com

Home Sick…

This is my girl.

Other people adore her, she even likes other people. But she is mine. I pour better water, make a better sandwich. I am just pretty much amazing according to her.

A couple months ago, her teacher told me Meliah was complaining about being sick daily. I thought maybe it was digestion so started watching what she ate and increased vitamins.

I spoke to her teacher yesterday, and it has been resolved. She asked Meliah one day what kind of sick, how did it feel?

She told her teacher “well kind of like home sick”

How could you not love this kid!

EWWWWW…. The Tale of a new Vacuum….

I have been wanting a new vacuum for awhile. We got a cheap one when we moved here, but the kids sucked up paper and other assorted wrong items… needless to say it didn’t last long! Constant problems!

I started to look into different kinds, I borrowed a friends Dyson. Great cleaning but I it was a little pricey for me and there was a couple things that bugged me. My sister recommended I get the Bissell pet, she has had one for a long time with 2 huge shedding dogs.

Also, I have trouble pulling the trigger on anything that costs more than $24.99, so I waited. I waited. Then I waited some more. Until one day, while we were doing chores, the vacuum broke a belt (a belt I had just replaced) so I threw a tantrum and went to the Sears online store and bought one…

3 hours later I vacuumed and it was disgusting. I did a 6 foot X 6 foot area 3 times. Then I gave up and began to look forward to buying a house again and not having carpet.

Vacuum session 1

Vacuum session 2

Vacuum Session 3

And still this much dirt!

This is where I quit, gave up and thought about wood floors…