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Cancer Sucks (but we can still laugh)

One of the many t shirts declaring war on breast cancer.
A confident dog.

This man feels very comfortable about his manliness or very strongly about boobs. Either way, Bravo!

Turn your head to the side.
See it?
It reads: Of course they're fake. 
The real ones tried to kill me.


One of these things is not like the other. 
One of these things gets put in a box every night.
I did not take a picture of my mother's boobs.
That would just be weird.
{Maybe just one little picture}
The cancer survivor is Misty, the blonde. I used to babysit her when she was 3. She found her lump shortly after she stopped breastfeeding her 4th child. She was 32.
Misty with her former college roommates.
The one on the left is my sister.

Go get your mammogram! It's the best time you'll have all year!











{I'm lying. But go do it anyway}
Lisa. I hear you. You're in my head. Knock it off.
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  1. Mom24May 12, 2010 at 6:45 AM

    Great post. I love the tee shirts and it's a great reminder.

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  2. RiahliMay 12, 2010 at 7:32 AM

    You know what I like about your blog? How I can be crying about one thing you wrote and then laughing about another. Great sense of humor even with the serious stuff. I like that about you. I'm turning 32 this year and I'm thinking I need a good time. ;)

    Taken out of context that just doesn't look good does it? Ha, ha.

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  3. My HeartMay 12, 2010 at 7:48 AM

    Great post - even better reminder. Loving the t-shirts!

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  4. Kristina P.May 12, 2010 at 8:03 AM

    I love the humor. My husband would love those bulldogs.

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  5. CountessLaurieMay 12, 2010 at 10:22 AM

    Those are great!! Thanks for sharing.

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  6. M-CatMay 12, 2010 at 1:42 PM

    I love the creativity of people and their ability to find humor.

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  7. Lisa Page RosenbergMay 12, 2010 at 3:25 PM

    I like being in your head. It's pretty.
    So does that mean you got yours?
    I just got another one on Monday because it's so awesome... You?

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  8. HilloriMay 12, 2010 at 9:08 PM

    My step sister is 34 and engaged to be married the first time this summer. She found a lump, had a biopsy, then a lumpectomy. However, they ended up to a radical masectomy and then some, it had gone into her lymph nodes. She now gets chemo and radiation, and a hopeful chance at a very young age. I thing I'd rather have my boobs squished than go through all that.

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  9. Jason, as himselfJune 6, 2010 at 9:31 PM

    I am walking in the Susan G. Komen 3-day in San Diego. This post has some funny stuff in it--I love the t-shirts. AND I just got an idea about what to wear......

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