Well and truly loved . . .

That is how I feel whenever I receive a hug from one of my grands. Just now the 12 year old boy came and gave me a bear hug. Ooompf! But I love it. Great kids, these grands of mine. I so enjoy them.

Today was Miss M’s shopping trip. She chose a cute top that was on sale instead of a toy. She is growing up so fast – they all are. She is past my shoulders in height now and the previously mentioned boy is as tall as I – if not a wee bit taller. Oh, my!

Their cousin, the youngest in the whole clan, surprised his mama yesterday by saying, well, by saying “Mama” whenever she put him down in his bed. We, of course wondered how dast she put the young princeling down, of course. I also wondered why in the world that child was crying “Mama” when he should have been crying “Nani”, but I guess it is only fair, since she has the goods that he needs.

And, speaking of “the goods” . . . I know that you all know by now that October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. A friend sent me the following in an email yesterday. It’s a cute way of reminding all of us to get those special tests done . . . so, read, and then go on out and

Get Your Mammies Grammed . . ..

For years and years they told me,
Be careful of your breasts.
Don’t ever squeeze or bruise them.
And give them monthly tests.

So I heeded all their warnings,
And protected them by law.
Guarded them very carefully,
And I always wore my bra.

After 30 years of astute care,
My gyno, Dr. Pruitt,
Said I should get a mammogram
“OK,” I said, “let’s do it.”

“Stand up here real close,” she said,
(She got my breast in line),
“and tell me when it hurts,” she said,
“Ah yes! Right there, that’s fine.”

She stepped upon a pedal,
I could not believe my eyes!
A plastic plate came slamming down
My breasts were in a vise

My skin was stretched and mangled,
From underneath my chin.
My poor breast was being squashed,
To Swedish pancake thin.

“Take a deep breath,” she said to me.
Who does she think she’s kidding?!?
My chest is mashed in her machine,
And woozy I am getting.

“There, that’s good,” I heard her say,
(the room was slowly swaying)
“Now let’s have a go at the other one.”
Have mercy, I was praying.

It squeezed me from both up and down,
It squeezed me from both sides.
I’ll bet SHE’s never had this done
To HER tender little hide.

Next time they make me do this,
I will request a blindfold.
I have no wish to see again,
My body parts getting steam rolled.

If I had no problem when I came in,
I surely have one now.
If there had been a cyst in there,
It would have gone “ker-pow!”

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and, now that you have all had your laugh . . .

go have your breasts checked out and stay healthy!

Pass the message on to your mothers, sisters, daughters, aunts, cousins, friends – and even your enemies –

--because the WORST enemy is Breast Cancer!
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p.s.
Okay - sorry, but I canNOT resist . . .
Intelligent Riddle.

::snort::

Posted by Purplemoose at October 17, 2004 05:16 PM