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Sponsor Shave for a Cure 2008

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Elvis shoulda cut and run!As longtime readers know, we at the ol’ raincoaster blog are nothing but a big softie, however much we way threaten you with our tentacles and fangs and use the first-person plural at times; we are just trying to be inclusive of our alter personalities, that’s all. And as an expression of this innner softie-tude, we present the following announcement, from regular commenter Lydia:

This is my youngest brother who, when he was born with Downs, was not expected to live for more than 6 months. He just turned 47! So there! Lydia

Chris is supporting the fight against childhood cancer by shaving his head in the 2008 Shave for a Cure event on January 25th. Chris considers himself very lucky as he has enjoyed good health and the support of friends and family throughout his life. As an added bonus we all know how much he would love to have his head shaved! Please help him raise funds for childhood cancer research. It’s easy to do. Just follow the link and you can make your pledge online. Thanks for helping Chris “give something back”!

Thank you!

Click here to Sponsor Chris Bradshaw!

(PS: sorry if the image doesn’t show up. WordPress is being a touch touchy lately, or perhaps my tech curse {see below posts} is simply spreading)

Friends

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Ya gotta have friends.

What would you do for unsuspecting victims without them? I mean, really.

So there I am, staying with my friend James. He is a lovely man. A kind man. A thoughtful man.

So thoughtful, indeed, that during the entirety of my visit with him he has arranged that all his scheduled appointments take place between the hours of 9am and noon, knowing well that I shall be (and, indeed, was) dead to the world during this time.

A kind, thoughtful man.

And so today, it was with a sense of shock that I endured the following exchange.

Now, I’m not the sylph I was at twenty-one, ’tis true. Nor yet the Amazon I was at thirty-six, when I ran the Marathon (4:33:09, quite respectable thankyouverymuch). Yet, I am 25 pounds lighter than I was in January and have the ability to take off the jeans I got then, which were skin tight, without actually going to the trouble of unzipping them.

Still.

We were getting ready to leave the house. James wished, as a thoughtful friend, to facilitate my ability to take coffee along with me, although it must be said that this could have been purely selfish in motivation, me being much easier to get along with when I have caffeine to put in my system and a beverage to occupy my mouth instead of talking.

So he suggested I pour the hearty mug of Anniversary Blend I had in my hands into a travel mug and we could hit the road. The problem is, he did so using the following wording:

“Here’s an old chubby. It’s perfect for you.”