Well it’s exactly 24 hours post op from the spinal procedure I had done yesterday, Tuesday 1/24/2012.   I let you guys know on Monday the abbreviated version of my health problems. I have kept them tucked safely away from the web world and shared only with the closest of friends as I didn’t want to constantly drone on about this and that, and blah blah.  Yes I have health issues, but show me a family that doesn’t have at least 1.  It’s not what you have wrong or different it’s how you chose to deal with it and everyone has their own right to their own issues.

I am very glad that I told everyone,  I will not start turning this into more than it is.  But honestly, you guys held me up.  Via this blog, twitter, text messages, emails and facebook.  I  felt so strong going in, and I felt just as strong coming out.  To come back and find that you guys said the nicest things, the sweetest things, the MOST hilarious things,  it was just awesome.   Initially in 2009 facebook and the blogs were a place for me to get away from my own personal drama and the restrictions of my body.  I don’t have to run, or pass a physical to be on line.  And with the awesome friends I have I don’t have to do anything but be around and be me.  I love you all for that.  Those who have known me 30 years, those that have been my closest real life friends, and then those who are so very real to me, even though we have never met.   I can’t thank you enough for allowing me to escape the physical limitations in my life,  to join me in laughing,  and hug me thru my sorrows, allowing me to  share some of my deepest situations without judgment.

There’s nothing I can do, nothing I can say, nothing I can write, to appropriately express how much you all mean, and how grateful I am to have you as my friend.   So maybe this picture will do.

I love you this much !

XO 

PEACH OUT 

Coming out of the closet.

In order to just stop all the confusion and questions, I will go ahead and just lay it out there. I have Chiari, it’s a brain thing, where my brain is just so damn big and sexy it needs to herniate from my skull. This causes an endless supply of WTF type symptoms ranging from balance, insomnia, memory, blood pressure, and of course the ever present “please freaking kill me” headaches that will not go away. Several of my online friends also have it but the majority of them are post op.

I have known since May of 2009, and been under military care, and it is beyond their scope. I have been symptomatic since 2004 when I begin seeking treatment for extreme headaches, change in sight, hearing and Dysphasia.

In addition my spine is jacked up like a jenga game, or our trash cans the day before garbage day. They can’t fix your brain and spine all in the same year, since there are excellent spine Dr’s here we are working on the spine first. I under go MRI’s, EMG’s, EEG, EKG and every other test known to the free world regularly.

Today ( Monday 1/23) the needle sticks and electrocution was just my lower body ( lumbar and legs). It’s called an EMG and I have had upper body ones before, they aren’t that full but the pain is gone when they are done with their test, so you can sort of “push thru it”.

Tomorrow I am having a Lumbar Radiofrequency Rhizotomy on my right side. This is to burn the nerves ( facets) so they can not transmit to my brain the pain in my right side and leg. It’s done awake. We have no clue when I will have my brain surgery or where it will be done. We just got our civilian health insurance Jan1, so we are getting civilian doctors.

I will probably be out of the loop for a week or 2, and just in case anyone gets to wondering WTH is Peachy? This should solve it for you. I’m fine and dandy just working on getting better !

Thank you to all my friends for being there, and thank you to all my friends who knew but did make it public at my request I really do appreciate it. As they work their way up my spine, I am hoping this will allow me to return to a stronger, more active me. Time will tell, and if not, well then I am pretty lucky to have you awesome folks around to hang out on line with. Thanks guys ♥ ya!

XO
PEACH OUT

Ok quick post on Christmas Eve because there is so much I still have to do before I can lay down and dream of sugar plums, but I really need to share this.

If you are a friend/follower who has been with me a while then you already know about “my dude”, My second child and oldest son. You also already know that he’s not here with us for too many sad reasons to go into on Christmas. Needless to say we miss him.

This year hasn’t been Christmas, the dude is somewhere in another state and we can only hope he’s safe. My Mom who is got a new sporty hover round informed us between Thanksgiving and a week ago that she for the first time will not be coming to my house on Christmas Eve, staying the night and then spending Christmas day with us. My oldest and only girl, Sam I am, has to work Christmas Eve and wont be off until 8am on Christmas morning then has to make the 2 hour drive home and will be exhausted and needing a much deserved nap. Our yearly tradition of going to my Dad’s was broken as he had other plans.

That leaves just The Prince, The Droid and me. I invited an airman at the local military base to come have Christmas with us since it’s her first time away from her parents. But never got a confirmation.

It’s been in the 70′s and I have had 4 doctors appointments this week. The Droid isn’t a holiday guy anyway but I always go all “Griswald” this year I just didn’t have it in me. None of it, as in the tree got decorated today by The Prince and The Stunt kid. No stockings. The presents wouldn’t even be wrapped if my niece and chocolate elf hadn’t spent the day here with me hold up in my bedroom wrapping and trying to prompt me into some sort of jovial frosty the snow flake mood. It’s not here, what’s the point, Droid wouldn’t care if we slept through it, so it’s pretty much just for The Prince. I will fake it, ba humbug.

So with absolutely no fan fair, we woke late today each in our separate rooms doing what we always do under the same roof separately when I realized we were to go to the next city over to visit my mom, the one who isn’t coming here tomorrow. The one I’ve never had a great relationship with but try, the one who is nicer since the 2 strokes. No makeup, not dressed up just the bare requirements to not be kicked out of a waffle house. Turned on a Christmas music station and faked excitement for The Prince.

Surprisingly she came up off some kickin’ stuff for the Prince, I would actually dare to say he got some awesome toys and clothes, it’s not about the gifts, whatever yada yada, I remember her sending the older 2 kids a toothbrush for Christmas when she was rolling in the cash flow department, so yeah she has stepped up her game in the grandma department by like 600 fold and only 26 years too late for the first 5 of them. None the less gifts were exchanged and it was actually really lovely. The Droid got socks, and I got a gorgeous beaded bracelet. We ate cheese and crackers and had sprite.

Then there was this other present for me. For ME? I opened it wondering if I would finally be getting that pony I always dreamed of, or tickets to the Areosmith concert she made me miss my Senior year of high school. It’s clothes, I can tell, and the fear and trepidation of any person getting clothes from their mother starts to wash over me. I am willing to bet my severely damaged from drinking MD20/20 when I was in college liver on the fact NO ONE has ever called my mom a fashionista on purpose or accidentally. However I don’t care, my kid is bubbling over and my mom has this huge Grandma like smile on her face that make whatever travisty that falls out of this box totally worth it. I only see the back. It’s big, it’s thick, it’s black. Ok how bad can that be, black, basic black, HOLY CRAPAMOLI !! As I pull it out of the box these tent like sleeves unfold like banners on the SS Alabama Battleship, but in huge circling neon pink and green stripes spiraling down the sleeves. “WOW, thanks mom that is so cool, it looks really really …..warm.” ( insert huge fake happy smile on my face to go with the fake spirit I am feeling”. ” wait honey, turn it around, look at the front.” Are you kidding me? There’s a front? What to my wondering eyes do appear? Well let’s just say Bridgett Jones has nothing on me folks. I sat breathless staring eye to eye into the face of the Giant Panda head.

One would hazard to guess this was the pinnacle of my acting career other then that one time I told the guy who took me to McDonalds drive thru DUTCH on our first/last date and I had to give him the entire “it’s not you” speech.

Actually it was an entire Bridgett Jones meets Sienfield because I can’t stop staring at the smudge on this Giant Pandas face. Yes my mother gave me a 500lb sweater with with neon sleeves and a giant pissed off panda face on it, that has a huge smudge under it’s left eye as if it was Alice Cooper. I was Elaine, I saw the spot on the sweater George gave her, it was all I could see, even past the neon circular stripes banding down the arms, and the enormous intimidating panda face, I saw, the smudge.

It didn’t matter, I knew prior to opening the present the chances of me ever wearing whatever was inside was about the same as me waking up to find Alexander Skarsgard laying naked in front of my fireplace wearing only my Christmas stocking while holding a bottle of absolute. This is as it has always been with her and I and it will always be, but she put forth an effort and I was indeed thankful for that, because every kid deserves a Grandma, and oh yeah it’s Christmas.

We visited a while and then packed up our things hugged, kissed, said good bye and headed towards the interstate to go home. The Droid was driving and I wanted so badly to do at least one tradition I have done for 20+ years. Drive around and look at Christmas lights until at least 730pm. 2 reasons, it puts us all together for a couple hours with no electronics with seasonal music playing and everyone gets tired. But Droid hates driving, especially at night, I am restricted from driving for about 11 more months so I am at his mercy. I guess he sensed that I needed it, so for once he complied, and turned west on the interstate instead of east.

Another twist, we accidentally got off at an unusual exit for us, so he could use the bathroom. 2 stations side by side, sharing an entrance, he asked which one, they both looked big, clean and well lit, and for some reason we picked the one on the right. A car was pulling out from getting gas so he swerved left and pulled in by the ice machine. We sat a minute as he dug for his wallet and fiddled around, he turned off the car, and said, ” oh man, honey look”.

I looked up and huddled next the ice machine on the ground was a man, minding his own business not a sign, not a cup, just sitting there next to his backpack. Droid said, ” lock the car”.

Droid got out and as soon as he went in the store I got out of the car and walked to the front.
“Hi”
“Hello Mama”
“You doing ok?”
“Yes Mama I am thank you.”
“Are you hungry?”
“I’m fine thank you, I don’t want to put anyone out”

I could tell this man meant absolutely no harm, and even if he was hungry he certainly wasn’t going to tell me.
” Is that a Bucs jersey?”
” YES ! Do you realize that you are the first person to recognize it?”
” haha yeah probably this is pretty much Saints territory around here, are you from Tampa?”
” Nope, I’m from Houston, headed back, I had to go see someone down there, picked this up while I was there.”
” What’s your name?”
” Mike”
” So Mike are you walking?”
” Most of it, it’s not safe like it used to be”
” Yeah I know, I worry everyday, my kid is a traveler too.”
” How old is he?”
” 20, just turned 20, he’s been out 2 years now.”
” I’m sorry that’s pretty young to end up like me.”

I had to walk away because the last thing this man needed was me laying my problems on him. I went the side of the van and told the Prince to get out and help me. We went to the back of the van I and I grabbed all the bagged up cheese, meet and crackers from Moms house and 2 of the Sprites she had sent home for The Prince. I then grabbed the socks she had given to The Droid.

The Prince and I walked up and I said, ” this is Mike, Mike this is my youngest”
I sat down on the ground next to Mike and The Prince did too. I told him we had just left my moms and these are the cheese and crackers we had left over he looked at me and The Prince. He said, ” are you sure?” The Prince said, “sure Mr Mike it’s just some crackers and sprite, here.” He smiled grabbed one and put the rest in his bag for later. I then handed him the bag of socks that my mom had given the Droid. He smiled and said, ” are you serious? I can have these?” I said of course you can Mike, they would mean so much more to you than they would to us. Heck I have an ugly sweater in the back, it aint pretty but I bet it would keep you warm if you aren’t afraid of ugly”

Mike laughed and told me he would wear a tutu if it would help keep him warm when the temperature changes. The Prince ran and got the Panda sweater. Mike laughed with us when he saw it and agreed it he would probably wear it UNDER something else. He asked if I had a plastic bag, to keep things dry, like a garbage bag. I let him know I didn’t but walked into the store where the Droid was now in line at the register and asked the clerk if I could please borrow a garbage bag, I quickly corrected myself by saying actually I would like for you to GIVE me a garbage bag because I wont be returning it. The people in line laughed and the Droid looked at me wondering what on earth I was doing. I then said give me 2 of your biggest please, the clerk smiled and handed them over and wished me a Merry Christmas. I thanked him and walked directly back to Mike and The Prince who were now chit chatting in the grass.

When I showed them to Mike he was very thankful it appears “I” can walk into a store and ask for a garbage bag or my husband can use their bathrooms and it’s not an issue, however Mike can’t. I told him since they were so huge and durable maybe he could use one as a poncho and the other for his stuff. We talked a minute more and I told him I wished there was more we could do, but that we were headed east on the interstate. He stood up to thank me and shake my hand and I asked if I could give him a hug, he got a huge smile and The Prince grabbed him and me and said, ” GROUP HUG!”

We went back to the car I didn’t have any cash, I don’t carry any since I never go anywhere alone anymore. The Droid came out and got in the car, and said, ” So did you give those bags to Mike”. I looked like a deer in headlights, how did he know Mikes name? Apparently some guy came in the store as I walked out and said, ” that lady just gave those bags to that homeless guy out there”, the cashier said that the guys name was Mike and he was no trouble been there all day, nice guy. I said yep he seems like a real nice guy.

I prepared for the lecture or look I often get from the Droid as if I asked him to move furniture or donate a kidney for a science fair project. I didn’t get the look. Droid got out of the car, walked up to Mike, talked for a bit, then pulled out his wallet and emptied it into Mikes thankful hand. It was only $7. Between the Droid and I we only had $7, but at that moment, we knew Mike needed it more than we did. Droid returned the car and said, ” you willing to give up a tradition?” I glanced at The Prince and he smiled, we were all on the same page. We all jumped out and asked Mr Mike if he would like a ride.

It was only about 35 miles to where Mike needed to get for the night. I asked him if he would like to use our phones to call anyone, to let them know he’s ok, or wish them Merry Christmas. That may sound odd to anyone out there, but that is the only time I know where my dude is, when some kind person lets him use their phone to call his mom and say he loves us. It’s not like 10 years ago when there were payphones and collect calls. So I wanted to make sure Mike had the chance to do the same. He explained he had lost his wife 3 years ago, his life went to pieces after that, he had no children or family. I saw The Prince reach his hand out to pat Mikes hand.

We used our phones and googled the shelter for that area, and gave him the address and phone number, he assured us he would clean up and get there for Christmas dinner. We googled the weather which is very important to someone who is “traveling” so he would have an idea where and when it would be raining or cold on the next week or so of his journey,

We got to the exit Mike wanted to stop at and he continued to Thank us, the Droid went into the gas station and Mike loaded up his back pack and the Prince and I hugged him goodbye. We watched him walk off with purpose into the dark. The Droid came out and noticed Mike was gone. He yelled where is he? I said I don’t know he walked off that way. The Droid headed off into the dark in that direction.

Droid returned and said he had found him, and told Mike goodbye. I smiled, I knew he didn’t track that man down in the dark to just say goodbye and I also knew he didn’t get in the car with a purchase from the store, my excellent detective skills concluded my Droid, had a heart, and it had just grown a few sizes.

Droid stared at the windshield as we drove back east on the interstate and said, ” don’t judge me it’s Christmas” I smiled and said, “yep, and your socks will look awesome with that Panda sweater.”

Be good to one another….

xoxox
PEACH OUT.

ps, if it wasn’t for that ugly panda sweater I wouldn’t have been in the mood to carry out my yearly final tradition of Christmas eve.

Thank you Mom for the Panda Sweater.

This happened to me today on Amazon when I logged in to pick up a couple things.  A few very light weight small items.  No hurry, no rush, just “oh yeah I could use that sure”.

WTF???

So being the reasonable calm professional person I am I immediately screen captured it and posted it on facebook with a note that said,  Dear Amazon,  HAVE YOU LOST YOUR EVER LOVING MIND?  love,  Sandi

Then  realizing it was obviously a mistake because Amazon loves me almost as much as I love Brendan Fraiser  I decided to head on over to Amazon and have a chat so they could check it out.

This is the exact unaltered series of screen captures of that chat.

When I saw his name I wanted a sandwich, and a drink.

is it delivered by a all male stripper crew who will clean the house?

forget it can I get a Salami Sandwich and shot of vodka please

xo

PEACH OUT

Oh yes a new and fowl adventure has been undertaken by the Peachy Gang.   We have entered where no Kirk has entered before.   Introducing

Madame Chicklette  ( pronounced  Maaaadaaaaame   Shick-a-let) drumstick roll puleeze…….

new family member madame chicklette the silkie

She may not look like much now, but if things work out, and we are hoping giving her her own indoor bathroom due to the weather that they will she will grow to look like one of these clearly highly fashionable Silkies.

grown up silkies this is Madame Chicklettes future.. hopefully

Yeah that’s right, a kick ass chicken, not just the run of the mill hen, but a obviously couture freaking rock star of a chicken.  That lives indoors. What can I say?  Sam I am bought it for the Prince on his field trip today and I am a softy when it comes to those two.  So now my upstairs bath has become the domain of Madame Chicklette.   If she can survive, the 5 cats, 2 dogs and doesn’t end up in the Pet Cemetery or the frying pan.

We are told they are prolific layers.  ( insert Ho joke here).  We told the Prince he is responsible for wiping her butt and brushing her teeth since she doesn’t have hands, he has already read 2 books on the proper raising of poultry.  He also informed us her baby teeth haven’t come in yet, but when the “hens teeth” come in he will be ready for duty.  Not sure at what point I will let him in on the joke.

We told him her Mom was Chicken Strips and her Dad was Chicken Nugget  he is not happy with our jokes, but it didn’t keep him from scarfying down 20 chicken nuggets for dinner, the entire time we made chicken noises and he looked sad and satisfied.

So there ya have it, add it to the 5 cats, 2 dogs, 43 previous bunnies, Honey the Hamster, Holy Holly the praying mantis,  Hildi the Hamster,  Mickey the Mouse, the POW mouse,  7 goldfish all named Lucky and the goat named Billy.   All have departed except the cats and dogs which doesn’t actually bode well for Madame Chicklette.   Fingers crossed.

xo

PEACH OUT

For today’s Moronic Monday I am dragging out this oldie but goodie from the past.  Hope you enjoy.

Against my better judgement I bothered to get out of my pajamas and actually went to the store to buy a turkey.

There are a few problems with buying a turkey on the night before Thanksgiving.

#1- You know you will have issues thawing it

#2- There might be a limited selection

#3- combine 1 and 2 and you get holy craptastic bird day folks they only have hypothermic birds that a only second mortgage can purchase and they aren’t available in any store located in my state.

so for your math people that’s  1+2= your screwed. ( there may or may not be a test )

I finally at the 3rd store found a bird but it cost more than my vehicle. I kept looking,  store number 4 was a waste of time but I got a twix bar and mt dew  to  rejuvenate me in battle, because they were straight up out of double mocha latte Valium.  The 5th store I found a bird, although he was roughly frozen to the solidity state of a cannon ball he was less than the cost of a bionic arm so I bought him.  But not before I dropped him and actually cracked the tile on the supermarket floor.  Sorry about that unnamed store that was me.  Well actually it was your bird and therefore your bad.    I blame you since you should have had it somewhat thawed by Thanksgiving eve your a bunch of shatards and obviously deserve broken floor tile.

So by 6pm I am home with a bird that there is no hopes of thawing and cooking for 1pm feast in just 17 hours.   Panic + Vodka = Epiphany. ( that is math question number 2, well sort of, it’s a word problem but it has math symbols so I guess it’s higher math or something.)

I threw the bird in the hot tub and turned on the jets.  I sat and watched him spin head over nubby little would be feet and figured I would drain then bleach and possibly burn the hot tub afterwards.  See I have this aversion to poultry.  Kind of like my aversion to bugs.  If I see a bug I will go to any lengths to make sure it and anything it touched pays dearly. With poultry, I have to bleach repeatedly anything that could have touched it, or throw it away.

I wasn’t sure if it would work. Would this sexy hunk of arctic poultry thaw. Would it reach a temperature that bred some bacteria that would send us all to the ICU with some funky butt explosion disease?  Was I going to run out of Vodka before this damn bird finished spinning missing head over butt ?

So the long and short.  It worked, the Turkey was tender, and juicy and yummy. In the culinary world it would have been described as very relaxed. But wouldn’t you be after 5 hours in the hot tub?

It was cooked and served on time.  I was thankful that my family through all their years of faining eye rolls and acting like they hated my tradition actually wanted and expected it.  I was Thankful that I was physically capable of gathering and making Thanksgiving dinner.  I spent Thanksgiving bleaching the hot tub and being Thankful I had found a stinking turkey and had a hot tub to thaw the damn thing out in.  I also found it’s spinning very hypnotizing, or it could have been the vodka, not sure.

So go forth and win the epic battle of Monday knowing your not alone in your journey of suck, you are in good company.  Me and my Local news.. Ok partially good company.

XO

PEACH OUT

I am revisiting this because I want to and I woke up early due to the time change and I can’t type with the cinnomin roll hanging out of my mouth so here…. enjoy.

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Hey there and welcome back to another edition of Moronic Monday. Where I hope that you are so distracted by my epically moronic stories from my past ( or present) and it gives you that little push to go forth and battle the dirty wench that is a Monday.

I was having an email conversation with a fellow blogger and the end result was my offering up a friendship disclaimer on the spur of the moment.   She liked it and told me that since it wouldn’t fit on a postcard she made a little animation of it and sent it over. I was rolling on the freaking floor  hearing animated voices say the words I had written.  Clearly she is brilliant.

I ran on over to cram my entire “friendship disclaimer” into the program.  I made us superheros.

Grab your popcorn and enjoy.

I am such a horrible friend that I am surprised the Surgeon General has not had his warning tattooed onto my forehead.  At the very least I should come with an “Under the Penalty of Law” mattress tag sewn to the batwings I call arms.

So go out today and show Monday who is boss.  Because as the old song goes, ” you got a friend in me”.

xo

PEACH OUT

** If you like this go see my re-enactment of watching a couple of friends break up very publicly on facebook by clicking here. **

As usual I am forever in awe of you flipping amazing people. I bow to the power of social media and my rocking friends.

Last week I sent out a request that you guys, near and far, help me, help my little itty bitty local gulf coast animal shelter. My itty bitty teeny weenie local shelter that has helped so many and went above and beyond for not only our local community but the entire state and accompanying states time and time again after repeated disasters was in a contest.

They of course were the “underdog” ( ha get the pun, animal shelter – under dog?) because they were going against the entire world in a grant contest hosted by the ASPCA. To say my area is a tad behind on the technology curve would be like saying, ” I may be a tad wordy”.

We were up against huge metropolitan areas, with huge populations that possessed crazy things like ipads and smart phones and lap tops and more than 1 email address and something faster than dial up. So I turned to you guys for a little push.

Guess what..

YOU FREAKING DID IT !!!!!

We came in 3rd place and my little shelter won a 25k grant from the ASPCA, now normally I am a first place or nothing kind of girl, but honestly I could not be more proud of you guys or more happy for my shelter. They do so much with so little for so many.

So many paws and meows will have better lives thanks to you guys.

xo
PEACH OUT

Hello darlings.  I have been rowing against the current and doing a ton of things that haven’t been as fun as sharing stories with you good looking people.  I have missed you.  I tried to answer everyones emails personally over the last few months and as I said in each of those, I am not gone for good just on a hiatus.   Still deep in the middle of real world shark infested undertow, it’s really nothing more than what we all do everyday, but right now I have had to focus the majority of my energy in the boring grey landscape of the real world instead of on here with you indigo ultraviolet glitter slinging darlings.

So what brought me back to write this post today?

Well it came to my attention Tuesday.  About 5 weeks ago, we were adopted by a litter of kittens that were more like teenagers.  It became clear that the actual owners had no interest in them and the mother of the cat that had them was suspected pregnant again and would attack them.

You guys already know I have my 9 yr old black lab rescue Mei, and the Dalmatian rescue named Loki who had multiple surgeries after he had his pelvis crushed and his femur dislocated and fractured.  Then of course the evil 8 year old Feral cat named Dante who has made it her lifes mission to hate me and tear up or use anything that belongs solely to me as her person restroom.  ( she also hacked my facebook and when I outed her on this very blog read here, she retained the best legal council and sued me for slander). Needless to say our pet plate was already over capacity as you can see in this picture.

it's like survivor island only no matter how I vote no one leaves.

and THEN………………………………….

BAM 4 new very attentive and playful abandoned kittens show up.  I knew they were WAY to old to be prime candidates for adoption if we took them to a shelter.   Even though I am  a dog person,  they didn’t ask for this, and I couldn’t drop them off where I knew they would end up being behind bars for life or even worse, put down.  If you doubt me  watch this video of them that keeps us entertained when the cable is out.

The downside, 4 more mouths to feed, and the mere mathematical fact that 4 cats will be 12 cats in 4 months, which will turn into 46 cats in 9 months. We were trying to find solutions.

So I contacted the Humane Society of South Mississippi even though it was an entirely different county. There’s not much as far as choice. Via a series of emails and phone calls, we were able to get the 4 strays spayed and neutered.  It was at that point that the universe  broke into a deep smile which caused all the stars to align.

This shelter, not even in my county, has taking in 39 pets this week from a horrible hoarding situation.  They were overwhelmed from Katrina and worked years to reunite thousands of pets with their families.  They turned no one do, even when there was no electricity or running water for over a month.  Then factor in the oil spill.  Everyone on the coast has been repeatedly slammed time and time again, yet they have figured out how to barely keep their heads above the water with the help of volunteers and donations.  They are warriors for those with no voice.  It’s pretty amazing.

Yet they helped us by helping those strays.  How, I don’t know but they pulled off some magic.

While there I found out they along with the rest of  the world was in the running for a $20k grant from the ASPCA.  The way to vote was go to the website, click on contest, and highlight MS- South Mississippi Humane Society by clicking on it,  then entering your email and captcha hit enter.  In a little bit, you will get an email to confirm your vote and you have to click on the confirm link in that email otherwise it doesn’t count.

Yesterday I found out about it.  I logged on, and they were in 4th place of the entire planet.  WOW !  Hello and MEOW!  our little bitty gulf is in 4th?  Mind boggling.  Also this means if I can get them 6k to 7k votes by 2pm on Monday they will get the much much needed grant.

Here is the link-

A) You can click HERE to be taking to the ASPCA voting link.

B)  click on MS- South Mississippi Humane Society, then enter your email and the catpcha and submit, each email address you have can vote 1 time per day.

C) whatever emails you used, make sure you check them and then click on the link in the email so your vote gets counted.

D)  PLEASE ASK YOUR FRIENDS, FAMILY, TWEET, FACEBOOK IT. WHATEVER  pass on the word, the contest ends at 2pm on Monday October 31.  we are 6k away from 1st place.  I have begged enough now I present animal begging.

we begz u to help us ! paweeze !!

Here’s the link again in case you forgot or don’t want to scroll back.

I promise it’s so easy a Peach could do it.   Remember you can vote daily until Monday at noon, and we are in third place, needed 6k votes in 4 days.  I have faith in you guys.  NOW GO DO IT !

xo

PEACH OUT

( if you don’t have the time, you can email me at beingpeachy@gmail.com  send me your email address, I will vote for you, and you will just get an email to click the link to approve your vote. )

Once he got the hints, he took off or his truck as fast as his portly little ham hocks would carry him.


So I give this gift to you.  The gift of finally knowing how to run off the D2D people.  We all know the sign is nothing more than a challenge to them.


Go forth and have fun, remember they came to your door.


xo
PEACH OUT