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Monday, September 30, 2013

Cancer: Battle for Beckham

I'm going to do something different this blog for a little while.

You may have noticed I haven't been writing much lately, but recently I found out that my friend Sarah Turner Petersen's son Beckham has stage four neuroblastoma. I can't do a lot of things but I know that if nothing else this blog does reach a few people at least.

I thought about what I can do, and I decided that I want to do a local bake sale. Not a big thing but at least it's something. Then I thought I could start baking again, but I asked myself how that would work since most of my readers are in Utah and Seattle... And I remembered an idea that my friend Angie had about a year ago that I auctioned desserts off on the website. And I thought about how cookies travel well. So I decided that twice a week and going to have a cookie auction on my blog.
Tuesdays and Thursdays will be cookie auction day!

I will list three different cookie choices and people can bid on them... The winning bid get 2 dozen cookies of their choice and all proceeds will go towards Beckham's family. Bidding is open to people anywhere, and the cookies will ship the day after the auction ends (Wednesdays and Fridays).

Place Auction bids in the comments section, bidding closes at 9 pm Tuesday and Thursday nights... winner will be announced Wednesday morning and cookies shipped as soon as payment is received!

Please check out Sarah's blog
Also any donations made on this blog will go directly to Beckham and his family!

Friday, September 13, 2013

My life-long Adolescence

The worst things about being emotionally retarded are:
1) knowing you have the emotional maturity and stability of a 12-year-old even though you look 30
2) annoying your own self all day long
3) watching your friends behave and knowing you're behind
4) watching your younger siblings become your emotional elders
5) wanting to change but not knowing how
6) knowing how to start change and realizing it could take years

And now you all know that I know I'm 12. I hate myself .