I love boobies! I mean who doesn't, really? Plus, it's just fun to say. Babies love them, kids love them, boys love them, girls love, men love them, women love them....you get the idea. What body part is more obsessed about by both genders and all ages? It would be a shame to lose them wouldn't it? Earth Shattering! life changing! perception altering! ok, you get the picture, again. SugarMomma feels strongly about her boobies and wants to keep them. So she has decided to walk. 60km in two days to be exact (that's 37 miles for all you Americans). She has signed up for The Weekend to End Breast Cancer and has pledged to raise $2000 and walk the 60kms in support of the cause. (I said "support" hehe, *Ahem*), as I was saying.

The Weekend is July 25-27 and SugarMomma is participating in the Calgary event. In an effort to raise the required money she has gotten creative, we're talking a snack cart at work, (she works in a place that doesn't sell any junk food so her cart is full of the essentials: chips, chocolate, coke, and those icy frapa-dapa-lapa-ccino things.) She and her team are also Holding a Pancake Breakfast!. Now for those of you who don't know, Calgary is home to "The Greatest Outdoor Show on Earth" otherwise known as The Stampede, and around Stampede time, the Pancake Breakfast is an Institution. So what better fund-raising ploy than to host a "BOOBIE BREAKFAST", (otherwise known as a Breakfast in support of The Weekend to End Breast Cancer, ugh! how boring is that! I think my name is so much better.)

So, being only moderately shy (not really) I'm going to ask for support! (I said it again...) If you think that boobies are worth saving, HOOK US UP! email me directly here, and I'll give you the link to SugarMomma's personal donation page, bonus if you're a Canuck because if you do it online you will get a tax receipt in the mail, woo hoo! If you are local to Calgary send me an email and I will give you the details of the "BOOBIE BREAKFAST" you can come down and gorge yourself on a fine Stampede tradition.

Now the last thing, and some might say the best thing. Being the wildly creative and somewhat industrious individual that i am I decided to help in my own way. How could one support this bodacious cause and get something cool in return? You know, like a free gift with purchase. How could one spread the word, while looking oh so stylish? How about wearing your heart on your sleeve! (or rather your chest!) Boobie fans would want to do that right? And, who are bigger fans of boobies than breast-feeding babies? So I am going to produce a limited run of Baby Onesies with the "i love BOOBIES" heart you see in the image above printed on the front! All of the profits will go to The Weekend to End Breast Cancer. You will be able to choose from WHITE or BLACK with Hot Pink Ink of the front, because let's face it, those cause ribbons, are so played! You'll be able to buy them via Paypal through this site and we'll figure out how to send them wherever they need to go. So until after the walk weekend, this blog will rock the Hot Pink!
Come on, say it with me, ........I LOVE BOOBIES!

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Tags: Boobies, Walk, 60km, Weekend To End Breast Cancer

Oh Mother, My Mother.....wow that was cheesy. Let me try again. Mothers, she without whom we would not be here, and she without whom we would not be Fathers, you Freakin' Rule! Mother's Day, what's with that. Another Greeting Card Conspiracy. I mean really, one day a year that we show our appreciation for these wonderful women. These incredible, fantastic, invigorating, validating, courageous, groundbreaking women. They are all of these things aren't they? My mother gave birth to, and helped raise me if that's not courageous I don't know what is, Thank You. My Wife, groundbreaking, check, incredible, check, validating, check, I mean come on, she married me didn't she!? She deemed me worthy of Fatherhood, made a man out of me, rendered me a Big Bad Daddy. Thank You.

My Sugar Momma, honestly, I am a better man because of you. Plus, without you I wouldn't have an excuse to own provocactive onesies with implied profanity. This shirt is actually a little bittersweet. For those of you in my loyal readership of one (Thanks Joe! You rock!), you may remember from the Potty Fu episode the fact that ThingTwo is a child of great resolve and when she decides something, it is final. Well before she was a year old, on Christmas Eve no less, she decided that she was done breast feeding and that was that. The Sugar Momma tried for a month to whet her appetite as it were to no avail. The absolutely terrifying part of this story is that she was not yet taking solid foods with any regularity and lost an alarming amount of weight. She is a tiny kid and losing any weight was a cause for concern and not eating anyhthing for a few days, well let's just say the holidays were not dull.

It's funny, Sugar Momma bought this shirt, and loved taking ThingTwo out in it. She still likes the shirt, but she feels like a bit of a poser because ThingTwo is no longer a "Mutha Sucka". That, and Momma had no choice in that decision, which hurts. I'm always floored to watch the Mother of my children and how her every thought, word, and action is a testament to her unflinching commitment to our ShortThings.

You Rock.

Mom, without you I could not be who I am, I mean that, literally. You decided I was worth the effort, and I appreciate that. Recently I have come to realize and appreciate how much of me I owe to you. I love your Maverick Spirit, your courage in breaking new ground, your appetite for knowledge, and the simple belief that if something is worth doing, it's worth doing well. My life has been full, and rich, and we view the world through similar eyes. I love that you get me, and always have.

You Rock too.

My Sister, you should get a medal for bravery in motherhood. I have said before that adversity breeds greatness so I suppose that makes you Freakin' Awesome!! The crap that life has thrown at you the last few years would turn an elite combat unit into slobbering mess, and yet you still hold your head high and go for yours. Keep the faith Sista!

You Rock too too.

For Those About The Spawn, We Salute You.

Tags: Mother's Day