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P.S. I Adore You… Daily Deals Delivered to help fund Cancer Research.

I found this link while creeping over at Shelly’s House of Smiths. She always of Kristen Chenowith. Always.

Now onto this great site Shelly introduced her readers to. P.S. I Adore You.

We wish we had a great story to tell about how P.S. I Adore You came about, but it’s simple really. We are busy moms who love to find great deals on anything and everything. We also love finding those hidden treasures at our local farmers markets and boutiques. We wanted to find a way to showcase those adorable one of a kind items all while getting a great deal! Oh, and last but not least… We needed a way to spread the word about childhood cancer and raise awareness for these kids, they are oh so close to our hearts.

Please consider making a donation or a purchase to help fund cancer research.

This month’s daily deal is for Brielle. You can read Brielle’s courageous story and her decision to visit her 6th grade class to say goodbye. It is an all too familiar story. It is a tearjerker. Here is her story on the website:

I bought a print via a download. But, I had the option to make a donation (via Paypal).

God Bless you Brielle! Your courage helps so many kids.

Love, Laura….

Spring Break Madness on Michigan Avenue

Some of you may have heard what happened in Chicago on Saturday night, off of Michigan Avenue. It gives a whole new meaning to a flash mob. And, apparently it was all organized via Twitter.

We were there. Like right there. With our kids. We were within seconds of the Red Line entrance off of Michigan Avenue. With our kids. When walking to dinner we noticed police officers on every corner. Police on foot and on horseback. My kids thought maybe someone famous was arriving at a restaurant. We started hearing dozens of sirens, police cars and vans driving towards the direction we were headed. We also noticed large groups of teens headed toward the Red Line. Young kids, who were dropping f-bombs in every other word, getting rowdier and rowdier. And, by large I mean like groups of 15-20 kids on every block making their way to the Red Line entrance. We were headed in the same direction. And, in one of those ‘trust your gut” instinctual moments, I told my husband, “Let’s turn around, NOW. This is not good.” We got our kids in front of us, turned around and back tracked to another street and continued to the restaurant and waited for details to emerge online or on the street. The scariest part was not knowing in the moment what was going on? Was there a fight? a murder? Was it just a typical Saturday night in Chicago? We didn’t know and that was what worried us most. News crews were arriving and my brother-in-law works for Gannet in Knoxville, so I started texting him for the “live news stories” he has access to. He reminded me that Chicago has more killings than Kabul.

Here’s the official news story.

Even my daughter gave me props on Easter Sunday for my decision to get out of the increasingly expanding mob of kids. My daughter acknowledged my decision and instincts: now that’s an Easter miracle!