Boomer Chick's Blog of the Week Award

And the winner of this week's BOOMER CHICK'S BLOG OF THE WEEK AWARD goes to....

Two4Disney!!!

What's it like to be a technical writer for DISNEY? Go check out Kathy Holmes' new blog and let her tell you what it's like. While you're over there...give her a big congratulations! ;o)

Boomer Chick's Blog of the Week Award

And the winner of this week's BOOMER CHICK'S BLOG OF THE WEEK AWARD is....

Overheard in New York!!!

I didn't see a place where you can go over and congratulate the blog master, but do go over and check out this blog. It is incredibly funny and very unique the way they took ordinary conversations and turned it into a book.

Congratulations, Overheard in New York! ;o)

The Crystal Children - The New Lightworkers

I saw a Crystal child last night.

It wasn't the first time I had actually seen one, but it was the first time it dawned on me that I actually knew one and never realized that's what he was.

And, what's a Crystal child?

According to Doreen Virtue, Ph.D., author of THE CRYSTAL CHILDREN, they are the newest generation of psychic and sensitive children. According to Doreen, the first thing you notice about the crystal children are their eyes. It's as if they are staring right into your soul and are the new breed of lightworkers. These children are happy children, very forgiving and highly sensitive.

The child I saw last night most definitely is one of this new breed of children that are sent here to undo what our forefathers in the past have destroyed. And that is a good thing, but this child I had known for many years and it didn't occur to me until last night, that this is what he was.

His name is Clay and his younger brother's name is Bryce. His grandparents come into the restaurant every now and then and they used to bring Clay in, but had told me that he was "too hard to handle" and was spending his time in some kind of hospital. His own mother couldn't handle him because he was so "unruly."

I hadn't seen Clay in months, but I remembered him. He was the most delightful child you'd ever meet, always giving me a hug, very mannerly. It was hard to imagine him as the grandparents described him.

Last night, I saw Clay (and his younger brother) for the first time in like I said, months.

He was thinner, but there was that same look in his eyes, like he could read me.

I wouldn't have even thought about him today but it was what happened in that restaurant that really made my blood boil.

Impatient is the first word that comes to mind when referring to his grandparents and mother. The younger child was cowered down in the seat, afraid to speak with his mother sitting beside him, constantly getting on him to tell me what he wanted to eat and drink. I could tell the child was upset before he even came in. But, there was no crying...just this look...and then it dawned on me that he could be one of the Crystal children, too.

All I did was make contact with the child and sent a telepathic message to him that he was safe with me. He looked back, smiled and gave me his order.

Mission accomplished.

I talked to Clay next, asked him how he had been doing, telling him I had missed him. He answered back with this smile and this look that went right through to your heart.

This wasn't a kid that couldn't be controlled, this was a kid that was having trouble with an environment that was controlling him.

The grandparents and the mother were very strict and overpowering and it made me wonder that maybe all these kids that are being sent to hospitals or homes aren't the ones with the problem and that it is the fault of the very parents that send them away.

I would love to take these two boys and give them a taste of what it is like to be free - free to be themselves and not have to constantly be reprimanded for one thing or another. You see, they really weren't doing anything. They were both very mannerly yet the grandparents and the mother acted as if they were hellions, very exhausted at taking care of them.

Granted, they could be completely different at home, but I don't think so. I think what is going on in their minds is that they have these feelings and words to get out and they don't know how to do it without someone smacking them or yelling at them and they keep it all inside, bottled up and then they explode.

Interesting, crystal children, and I really believe these two boys are part of that new generation of lightworkers, if they would only be given the chance to express themselves without someone always putting them down.

They say love starts in the home. This should be the rule, but it's not the case all the time. There is more to love than taking care of someone...you need to let them be who they are and encourage them to be that person instead of stifling them. If they want to paint their bedroom orange, let them paint their bedroom orange.

I don't know what is going to happen to Clay and Bryce when they grow up but I have a feeling that they are going to put all their experiences in life so far to work and show people that even though life has its adversities, there are ways to conquer them, and I believe they are going to be the new lightworkers.

If you want to read more about these Crystal children, check out Doreen Virtue's book by going to this link and here's one more link that would be helpful.

Amazing, simply amazing.

They are here. Let them do what they are supposed to do and step back to see what wonderful things become of it.

Do you have a crystal child or know someone who does? I'd love to hear about it!

Abraham Cherrix - GREAT NEWS

Omg...I am shaking...literally shaking. The judge lifted the order requiring chemo treatment for Abraham and social services no longer have custody!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Read it here!!!!!!!!!!!!

http://home.hamptonroads.com/stories/story.cfm?story=108097&ran=203691

I am so haaaaaaaaaaappppppppyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!

I called Rose and a cousin answered and said she'd call me when she gets back. I'll let you know what she says....omg....this is fantastic!!!!!!

Boomer Chick's Blog of the Week Award

And the winner of this week's BOOMER CHICK'S BLOG OF THE WEEK AWARD....

A Little Cheese With That Whine!!!

Everyone, go over and give her a nice big congratulations!

Congratulations, Rene! ;o)

Abraham Cherrix - The Aftermath

I am still appalled and still in shock which has put me in a rather biatchy mood the past couple days and it's a mood I just can't shake. I just can't believe the verdict. What judge in their right mind (*key word: right mind) would have done this to this child???? This child that is two years from being an official adult!!! This child that I have watched grow up and my heart just aches for what torment he is going through right now!

Can you imagine what he's going through?

Do you think he's just going "Oh, ok, I guess I have to go through chemo like a trooper now"? Good God, is there anyone out there that understands the freaking problem? THIS CHILD CANNOT HEAL UNDER THIS STRESS!

No one listens, though, do they? The court doesn't listen. Hmm...wonder if the president would listen? Would the court listen to the president if he told him he was an SOB and made him step down from the bench and told Abraham he can go on with his treatment so that he can get better? Where is the president when you need him??? Out there fighting wars? Ohhhhnooo...he wouldn't be doing that of course because this is America and only America sends their BOYS to war. Well, I guess most countries do that. I'm just pissed. Pissed beyond belief.

I haven't talked to Rose yet. I know I will cry and between us both, it won't be a pretty picture. I plan on calling her Monday, though. I want her to know how sorry I am. I want to help her, help Abraham, help the family, but what can you do at this point?

Someone made a comment that Abraham should sue the court or something. Too pissed to fully comprehend anything readable tonight. I just don't think they should take this sitting down.

Everytime I look into Abraham's eyes, I see my own son. My own son that has Marfans and the disability people say he's not eligible for anything. So, he sits. He vegetates. What kind of freaking life is that?

I'm just pissed and, you know, one day...I'm going to find a place where I can go where no beauracratic anything can have any say on what I am to do and how I should do it.

Guess there is no place like that.

Spunky just posted this on her blog:

To voice your opinion to the judge, call one of his numbers and leave a message for him or ask to speak to him during business hours. Here are his phone numbers: (757)393-2990 or (757) 399-5514. (Thanks Eric)

And thank you Spunky! Call'em guys...and give'em hell.

The Abraham Cherrix Case - THE VERDICT

I am so unbelievable pissed. The court ruled today. Abraham has to go back to King's Daughter's Hospital to continue treatment and his parents have been charged with being neglectful. I am so unbelievably pissed at the court system, social services and the whole judicial system of Virginia.

I have not talked to the family as I've just gotten home from work and I know they are taking this hard. My heart cries for them.

You can read the details here...

http://home.hamptonroads.com/stories/story.cfm?story=107941&ran=45576

Makes me want to puke.

Abraham Cherrix's Fight to Live

I'm going to send you to an article that will get your feathers ruffled for sure. It's one of the more intelligent articles on the medical profession I have read:

http://www.newstarget.com/019617.html

Now, I'm not condemning the whole medical profession as there are a few of them out there that are genuinely in it for the love, but it seems that's few and far between. My daughter is almost through with her nursing course and she will be a full-fledged part of the medical profession in September. She is listening to me talk about Abraham and what the social services department of Accomack, Virginia, is doing to him and she's fully on his side, but she has mixed emotions about this. Here she is entering a field that is so much about money, money, money, that when a young man of 16 who chooses to find his own medical treatment, which translates to his own set of doctors, the medical profession is up in arms. And you want to know why?

They don't want to lose that precious money.

It's not about the child because if it were, they would see where Abraham is coming from. It's a whole set of other reasons why this is happening and it royally pisses me off.

Have you ever noticed how much it costs to go to the doctor or the hospital these days? Someone is making the money.

The alternative is what Abraham has chosen. This is the very reason why I stand behind him and his family in this decision. There are so many other ways you can treat illnesses, but the medical profession doesn't want you to find it out because then they will lose business. And they are making LOTS of money.

The medical profession doesn't want you to find out about alternative medicines and health care and so they will say so-and-so hasn't been approved by the FDA. And that's supposed to stop people from buying it. So, they go to Mexico or wherever to buy it and the government has a shit fit. I'm serious...we're not living in a democracy and if you believe that, you're in for a huge awakening.

But, you know, after it's over, and let's just say it goes Abraham's way, we're back to dealing with his illness. I look at him and I want to cry. His eyes don't sparkle like they used to. I just wish that little boy I once knew was back and I cry all the time over this. I can't get him out of my mind and I only pray to God almighty that he will be cured.

The Story of Abraham Cherrix - Update

The judge has postponed his decision. Guess this isn't going to be a cut and dry case, folks, but it really makes me feel better about the whole thing knowing that he's giving this more thought.

I talked to his mother, Rose, today. She's in good spirits. Nothing can keep that woman down. We remininced about the time she and Jay and the kids would come into the restaurant and how they'd bring things from home to show me. Lilly loved books and she'd bring one every time just about. I remember Abraham always smiling and even the rest of the kids...they were just angels. And the enthusiasm coming from them as they told me either about their new puppies or some wildlife they had found who was hurt and fixed'em up and let them back out in the wild. Amazing family, serious.

There's a joke around work about them. Every single time they'd come in, they'd shout "Hi Dotti!" It was like an echo with all five of them yelling, "Hi Dotti, hi Dotti, hi Dotti..."

Man, they could light up a room.

I really miss them coming in. Abraham can't have pizza anymore so that's one reason why they don't come in.

I asked Rose how he was adjusting to his diet and she said that lately he was showing signs of it getting pretty old. I told her that it was still new to him and eventually he'll probably get used to it.

Here's a sweet story...I asked her how she handled feeding her large brood and she said that she has to feed Abraham and the youngest tykes first and Lilly will usually eat, but hold off on her salad until her Daddy comes home. It was "her thing with her Daddy" Rose said.

I was curious and asked her if the kids owned things like other American kids like Playstation or video games and she said no, that they have been brought up to play games like when we were kids. Their favorite games were chess, checkers and making drawings.

The kids spend a lot of time helping their father with the business and I believe that's how they have found their passion for wildlife. Jay runs a kayak business and takes tourists through the waterways and the kids go along. It's really a family-run business, that's for sure, but they live for it.

Anyway, I told her when she hears something to either call or email me. I'll let you know when that happens.

I do want to tell you something Rose said today and she was vehement in her stand on this. She said, "If you go to two or three different doctors and get each opinion, isn't it your choice to choose who you want to be your doctor? Isn't it a matter of opinion on who is the best according to YOUR choice? Just because someone does not believe in your choice, does that make it not right? Don't you have that right as an American citizen?"

She had a point there. Aren't we supposed to be a democratic society? Sounds to me that the government is doing a little too much stepping into our rights, don't you think?

The Story of Abraham Cherrix - The Boy Who Refuses Chemo

This morning, as a matter of fact about right now, the court is going to rule whether a minor can make his own medical decisions.

I usually don't post about things as serious as this, but I don't think the world knows how enormous this court case is. If the court rules in favor of the child, it could change Virginia's laws permanently in regards to children making their own medical decisions.

But, this isn't a typical child. This is a boy who has gone through chemo for Hodgkins Disease that is tormenting his body. The doctors told him that not only is he going to get side effects from the chemo, but he has 25% chance of living.

This boy is only sixteen and mature enough to know what hurts his body and what heals.

His name is Abraham Cherrix and he lives about fifteen minutes from me on an island called Chincoteague, Virginia. Chincoteague is known for its wildlife, pastoral settings and enough fishing spots to keep any fisherman happy. Most years, 30,000 tourists visit Chincoteague during Pony Penning Week which is the last week of July and Marguerite Henry made the area famous by penning "Misty of Chincoteague" in which they made a movie on location many years ago.

The Cherrix family is a God-fearing family with morals and a strong family ties. All the children are home-schooled and all negative influences have been kept out of the family home. The children were brought up with utmost care and genuine love.

I met the Cherrix family years ago while waiting on tables in a local eating establishment. I fell in love with the kids and they reciprocated that love.

I watched the kids grow up and they were often the brunt of the many stories I would tell about how unique this family was. I always felt that this was the perfect family and while they had problems just like you and me, you never saw any of them. When they walked in the door, it was like a ray of sunshine had entered.

The family had stopped coming in due to the father's, Jay Cherrix, booming kayak business over on the island. I would see them now and then and they were still the happy family I always knew.

But, they held a secret...Abraham had cancer...Hodgkins Disease.

When Abraham's mother, Rose, sent me an email and told me, I thought my world was going to crumble. As I have a son with Marfans (a tissue-deteriorating disease), and as I had known Abraham and loved him deeply, I guess I might have been associating this tragic news with my own despair over my son having Marfans, who knows. But, the news sent a shock throughout my entire body. Tears welled and I will never forget that awful feeling when she told me.

Rose told me that the boy had gone through chemo and practically died. It was about then he decided to check around for alternative holistic and natural methods to cure a disease that has no cure.

Abraham has been in all the newspapers and a talk show in NY to try to get his word across. There have been cases where this method has cured its patients and he believes that God will get him through this, not some beauracratic establishment with rules and regulations is preventing him from keeping on with his program.

Yes, social services of the state of Virginia has taken the family to court, saying to stop chemo is child abuse.

And the Cherrix family is fighting it.

Today, if the court rules in the child's favor, this would allow any child in the state of Virginia to have that power to say no to any kind of medical treatment if he doesn't want it.

But, if the court rules in social services favor, I don't even want to think of what this is going to do to Abraham and his family.

And if social services wins and Abraham is forced to go through chemo, and he refuses, he will be taken from his family.

Here is a boy who has cancer, folks!!! Isn't it enough that he has to live with this torment? Leave the child alone!

I want to send all of you to a link. The link is www.abrahamsjourney.com and listen to the song that someone wrote about Abraham. You better have a box of tissues handy. The page is slow loading and looks like it doesn't work with the red x in the box at the top, but scroll down and wait for the song to load.

So, I wait the verdict. I'll let you know what happens. Should a minor be responsible for his own medical treatment? What are your views?

The Bambi Effect No More

Okay, I used to love deer. In fact, a few months ago, I made this post about loving deer.

Well, as of about 5 p.m. last night, that viewpoint has come to a screeching halt.

I got off work and before I even go into my house, I commune with nature, namely my vegetable garden. It's sort of a rejuvenation thing, I think.

So, I'm walking around, inspecting the string beans to see if they've yielded their last bean (I think I have another week yet before they've finished yielding), checked the freshly-planted radishes to see if they're poking out of the ground yet (they were), checked on my tomatos (huge suckers, but still green) and checked on the lima beans to see if they'd grown any taller since yesterday when I checked (either it was my imagination or what, but by george, I think they had). I stirred up my compost heap and took the bag of discarded vegetable leaves and threw them beside the pile to add later and took a peek at my flower garden to see if the cut grass I put on them a day or two ago had helped them from being scorched by the sun. I shoveled up some dirt from under the trees off to the side of the house and put it in a container for my brocoli seeds I'm going to plant tomorrow and checked the rosebushes to see if the beetles had attacked it again.

About that time, my daughter had brought my dinner (a baked potato with brocoli) from Arby's and we sat out underneath the umbrella and bull-shitted for awhile, talking about our trip we're going to make to the Smokies the first of September.

BF came outside with Max, one of my cocker spaniels, and he pointed off to the field where a few deer were playing. "Isn't that cute," I remember remarking.

They were adorable. They were really far away so I couldn't see too much, especially without my glasses on, but it was really neat knowing I live in a place where wildlife roam around as they pleased. There is a pond where they were playing and BF said that they probably stick around there for the water.

Anyway, BF and Max went back inside and my daughter gathered up our trash and I went to check on the watermelon and cataloupe patch to see why in the heck they're taking so long to sprout melons. The flowers seemed to have stayed on there an incredible amount of time and we were getting impatient for the fruit.

As I turned around to head over to the oregano patch where some wild vine, don't know what it's called, was trying to strangle it to death, and something caught my eye in my corn plot.

Now, this corn is not just ordinary corn. It's Silver Queen corn and is a highly delectable dish on the Eastern Shore of Virginia, where I live.

Not only that, this is my first time growing it and I am so proud of it. They're beautiful and except for chasing away the beetles, I don't really have to do much to it but watch it grow.

Well, what caught my eye was that all the corn stalks in the middle and the back, which left just the front line, were lying on the ground. Talk about a hot flash. I ran inside the corn patch and wanted to cry. Something had crushed my corn stalks! Well, I was LIVID.

I'm frantically pulling them to an upright position only to have them topple back over. And then...I knew. FREAKING FREAKING DEER.

I don't know what in the heck they were looking for because there wasn't an ear of corn on the plants but they or it managed to destroy my corn patch. My beloved Silver Queen corn patch!

So, today, for the record, I hate deer. You can eat'em all you want, folks, because I'm not going to say a word.

Boomer Chick's Blog of the Week Award

And the winner of this week's BOOMER CHICK'S BLOG OF THE WEEK AWARD....

Twisted Cinderella!!!

Everyone, go over and give her a nice big congratulations!

Congratulations, TC! ;o)

Boomer Chick's Blog of the Week Award

And the winner of this week's BOOMER CHICK'S BLOG OF THE WEEK AWARD....

Miss Cellania!!!

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It's My Birthday, Baby!

Well, another year bit the dust. No hoola this year...just get me through the day.

Actually, it's been rather nice. I'm doing my favorite things...working on a new website and baking me a cake. Ha.

I told BF and my daughter that this is what I want to be doing today, much to their disbelief. I don't want to go anywhere...I want to vegetate...and reflect on what I have accomplished throughout my life.

Uh...

Kidding...actually, I feel like I've accomplished most things and this upcoming year will even accomplish more.

This is what I have accomplished so far:

1. Became an author
Now, this one is number one because it is my calling and I am surprised it took me all my life to just now figure it out. I love it. I don't even mind rejections because it's part of the game. Part of this wonderful life.

2. Have two beautiful children
What more can you say?

3. Am content in my love life
Well, content...hmm...it's okay, really it is, but I don't really understand BF sometimes. His humor is not on the same keel as mine, but that's okay. I let him live his own life (vegetating in the bedroom in front of the TV) and I live mine (vegetating in front of the computer cranking out novel after novel...and watching them not sell) and I really believe that's what makes it work.

4. Found my father
Well that opens up a can of worms, but actually I'm glad I know what he looks like at least and, besides, I have met some of my wonderful family on his side and if he doesn't want to meet me, that's fine. Grumble. Grumble.

5. Found happiness
Okay, this sounds soooooo lame, but I truly have found happiness within. I am truly, truly happy and it's all because I am doing what I want to do.

Okay, that got boring so I'll stop. I really believe I'm at a wonderful stage of my life even though I'm an over the hill boomer chick. I feel great and there's really a lot to look forward to in the upcoming year. One, going to California in October. Yee haw! I can't wait for that trip. Second, going to the mountains with my kids in September. Ahhh...mountains! And, third, I have another book coming out in February next year! It may not be a NY publisher like I want, but the darn book was sitting for three years going nowhere and in February, it will actually be a real live book. The title is "The Search for the Million Dollar Ghost" and that's the website I'm working on right now. It's the tale of a man who is looking for the spirit of his long lost wife and he's giving a million smackeroos to anyone who can find her for him. Heide Kaminski, Pam Lawniczak and I wrote it three years ago and, well, life got in the way and we forgot about it until Heide emailed me the other day saying a small press publisher was interested. And I said, go for it.

Plus, I'll be having more ebooks come out in the next few weeks and am getting geared up to teach a soul mate relationship e-class.

So, on this birthday, I reflect on a pretty darn good life so far. ;o)

My Favorite Memories of the Bicentennial: Jack Daniels, a Camping Trip and Getting Arrested

I started to blog today about my insanely neurotic trip to Wal-Mart yesterday...don't even ask about the bag of fish that a boy dropped on my feet while waiting 30 minutes to be waited on in the speedy check-out line. No, this story will top that one for sure.

It was the summer of '76. Bicentennial. America was celebrating it's 200th birthday and my husband and I were far, far away from home in a little town called Rantoul, Illinois. He had just joined the Air Force and was stationed at Chanute AFB for tech school. And I went along for the ride.

Unlike many of the other recruits who stayed in housing on the base, we found a little teeny-tiny 3 room house (oh yeah, 4 counting the bathroom smaller than your smallest closet) within walking distance from the base.

Because we were the very few that lived off-base, our house became THE PARTY HOUSE.

Every single night of life, there were get-togethers. Before long, word spread about our party house and it wasn't unusual to have so many people there that some of them had to stand outside (much to the hatred of our neighbors).

We had been there maybe a month when the fourth started rolling around and we knew we wanted to do something really unique but couldn't think of what to do. After all, this wasn't exactly New York or California or even Timbuctoo. Think corn fields and lots of them.

The fourth arrived and we were all sitting in our party house and one of our new quite-imbibed friends suggested camping. Everyone started getting really psyched into this, until we discovered we had no camping gear whatsoever.

Of course, we didn't let a little thing like having no sleeping bags keep up from having a good time, so we all put our heads together and came up with enough camping supplies to last us through the night. Blankets, Jack Daniels and the clothes on our backs.

Another one of our friends grabbed the phone book and made calls to different places to camp, but none suited us. Too far, too booked up. And, time was running out - about five hours until sundown.

Then, someone suggested Kickapoo Park.

I had never been and neither had any of the others, but it was the best idea all night, so we threw all our stuff into the car and piled in. There was actually a three-car convoy going to Kickapoo Park on the biggest fireworks night in history - the Bicentenial. We were psyched.

We rode past the rows and rows and rows and rows of cornfields until we finally found it. It was beautiful. It was perfect. It was PARTY TIME.

Kickapoo Park was paradise, considering the only trees we'd seen were the two apple trees in front of the Party House. It was the perfect place to make our statement. After all, this was the early seventies and while the rest of the world had made their statements in the sixties, we decided it was better late than never. We were going to celebrate in high style.

We drove through the park and found the perfect spot to pitch our sleeping bags (oops, blankets) and proceeded to build a nice big bonfire in a clearing being ever-so-careful not to turn the beautiful trees into a pile of toothpicks. We were young, but not too stupid. However, we were to find in the ensuing moments just how stupid we really were.

Beer tops were being flipped freely, Jack Daniels was being passed around and Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young was blaring on our portable cassette tape player. Long hair freaks were flashing peace signs as the young ladies were lolling about in their midriff tops and bell-bottom jeans. You get the picture: the biggest party of the century and WE WERE THERE.

We were feeling mighty good when we saw in the distance a caravan of park rangers heading our way. We stashed the beer and waited to see what they wanted. One of them got out of his truck and walked over to us.

“Excuse me…” he said in his most authoritative voice, “what in the hell are you all doing?”

As I was the most sober of the bunch, I told him that we were camping. Well, duh.

Somehow, I don’t think I gave the correct answer.

“Don’t you guys ever get it?” he screamed, turning a nice shade of purple, and continued to berate us for a half hour about the rules and regulations of camping in a national park. How were we to know this was against park ranger’s rules?

“Every year, you guys come down and think this is a damn campground,” he continued, yelling at the top of his lungs. “You would think you’d learn by now!”

Little did he know, this was our first time and we didn’t have a clue as to what he was talking about. The tech school that my husband attended had a turnaround of students every six weeks and no way could we be the same bunch.

I started to offer him a can of Coors Light, but figured now would not be the time.

Without uttering another word, he told us to meet him at the ranger’s station where we had to pay a fee to camp in the designated campground around millions of happy campers who looked upon us as if we’d stepped out of the movie, Jesus Christ Superstar. They hated us. We didn’t care. Even though the park rangers tried to put a damper in our spirits, it didn’t work.

At midnight, we sent out a blaring rendition of Happy Birthday to America in honor of the 200th birthday of our nation. We did get three more visits from the park rangers telling us to hold it down and a few people in the distance yelling at us to shut up, but overall, it was a very good way to celebrate the Bicentennial and something to tell the grandkids about. Well, most of it anyway.

Happy Birthday America!

Boomer Chick's Blog of the Week Award

This weeks winner of the Boomer Chick's Blog of the Week Award goes to....

Hildebrand Road

Go over to http://cherylannsinglemom.blogspot.com/ and say hi to her. ;o)