… well, hardly … but the boys sure did get a kick out of seeing their sweet faces on the front of this months True North magazine. (and for those that aren’t local, it’s a wonderful parenting publication here in Central Oregon.) They’ve both gotten stopped in the grocery store from people who recognized them. Cooper quickly informed them that he doesn’t sign autographs cause he doesn’t like to do cursive.
In addition, I was notified a few weeks ago that, (by the sweet grace of God and the very wonderful people in my home community) I was voted Woman of the Year by the Source Weekly, an edgy weekly magazine in our area. I have no idea how one becomes anything of the year, but apparently, if you play your cards right and get a daunting diagnosis and have to undergo some tricky procedures, it puts you in line. Regardless, it was pretty difficult for me to accept such a nomination without including the entourage of people who have continued to make it even remotely possible. Thus the photo concept of the names which were written onto my naked, scarred torso making it just edgy enough to qualify for placement. Regardless, these two publications have done an amazing job of highlighting some important issues and bringing the ovarian ick, to the surface. So, I thank you.
Thank you, Ben-Ben… rockstar documentarian who always pulls my ideas out of my head and turns them into pixels.