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Disney Loving Moms on a Mission

Three days.

In three days, you might spend $15 on coffee at Starbucks.

In three days, you might spend $6 in a vending machine at work on snacks.

In three days, you might spend $60 on take away dinners to save time cooking at home.

In the next three days, think of all the places you MIGHT spend money that you really don’t need to – happy hour drinks?  Movie tickets?  Fast food lunches?

In the next three days, in this country alone, 20 children will die from a childhood cancer.  This usually comes after countless visits to the doctor or hospital.  It comes following hour after heartbreaking hour of a mom or dad sitting by a bedside, watching a child battle for life.  It comes after every happiness is taken away and replaced by constant worry.

If you could take that Starbucks money and help bring a seriously ill child a smile, or a mom a wonderful memory, would you do it?  If you knew that the money you might spend in the next three days on a pizza could give a child Christmas this week, because he might not be here when Santa makes his annual trip, would you use it to spread some holiday spirit?  If you could bag lunch this week and have $15 extra dollars that you could send to give a dying child whatever he wanted for breakfast – even if it was ice cream – would it make the homemade sandwich taste much better?

There are only three days remaining in our annual fundraiser for Give Kids the World.  We are so close to our goal of $15,000, but we need your help.  It doesn’t matter whether you can spare $3, $30, or $300.  Whatever you have that might help bring pixie dust to these families during some of their darkest days are dollars well spent.

Make your donation at http://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/DisneyFansGKTW/2012

Secret Princes – So Let Me Get This Straight

Back in the day, Eddie Murphy and Arsenio Hall came to America from some far off African land.  Eddie was a prince, if I recall, and he wanted to live life as a pauper here in America.  He found a job at the MacDougall’s, met a common girl, fell in love, and then had James Earl Jones come storming over here from Africa to haul his ass back home.

Only, of course, because this is the movies, he tells Darth Vader that he wants to marry James Evans daughter, and everyone is okay with this.

Fast forward to today, and TLC (remember when they were the Learning Channel as opposed to the television version of The Globe?) is about to introduce their new show Secret Princes.  Four foreign princes (but not big ones that we’d know if they showed up nekkid in Vegas) have decided to come over here to the US to pursue love with a common girl – who I have a feeling will be introduced to the current day version of James Earl Jones, only to have her spray tanned, poofy haired, valley talking aspiring actress butt back home.  It sounds like the Bachelor with an accent and no roses.

The only love connection I envision is the one TLC makes with the money that will be pouring in to the station that brings you such educational programming as Honey Boo Boo and Say Yes to the Dress.

Well, and maybe the one we make with the prince who is the underwear model.  Beckham who??

Would You Give a Day Pass to Your Spouse?

I was watching an old episode of Seinfeld while doing homework this evening, and in this particular episode, George, who is unhappily engaged to Susan.  When he learns that he happens to be Marisa Tomei’s “type”, he begs Elaine to have her friend, who knows the Oscar winning actress, introduce him.  Elaine refuses, because, after all, George has Susan, and this would be cheating.

I think it’s highly unlikely that I’m going to be walking through the WalMart, wearing the same sweats that I slept in the night before, hair pulled up in a pony tail, wearing my “comfortable” underwear (you know they aren’t the matching Victoria’s Secret good stuff), and have Pierce Brosnan walk up to me and say, “Oh, you sexy thing, you’re sooo my type!  Those $5 sweat pants are driving me crazy, and that bacon grease perfume you’re wearing is giving me ideas!”  But…

…would I want Jim to give me a day off if Pierce Brosnan was shopping in my local WalMart and announced that I was his type?

If the tables were reversed and Sade was wandering the aisles of Lowe’s the same time Jim was (which is always), and she took a liking to the way he wears his Navy veterans baseball cap, or the sexy gym shorts he sports all summer long, would I give him a pass to spend 24 hours pursuing the woman of his fantasies?

If I could get Sade to take on some of my Jim responsibilities for 24 hours, I’d be tempted to cut that man loose for a day.  Can she trim his nose hairs?  Will she pick up the pistachio shells he drops on the floor and doesn’t see when he gets up?  Does she cut toenails?

I may not be willing to give a full access pass, but I think I’d let him spend a day.  If a fantasy walks in the door, do you open the window to let it out?  I can’t imagine I would.

Alright, Jim.  If you bump into Sade in the lock department at Lowe’s, go for it.  Well, not “it”, but feel free to take that woman to the all she can eat Chinese buffet.  You are so her type.