Woo hoo, Trish is keeping up with me. - updated with pic

Here's a pic of mom and dad in the Smoky Mtns this summer. - Tricia

Trish, thanks for the pics! Raynie is too cool riding her bike! I should explain to folks that she hates clothes. The funny thing is that she loves bras and panties to wear over her head, so it's a wonder she doesn't have something around her neck. She's such a hoot. I love the shot of her helping Daddy fix something. She's such a cool little person. Trish, thanks for keeping pictures going for me on the blog!

We've had a very interesting day. We drove to the Wynne and parked and then walked around a whole bunch of very sophisticated sort of casinos. These places were too fancy! We still found some penny machines and played without losing any money. Actually, I think Don made a few pennies. That worked so well for us that we thought we'd go back tonight and play. Wrong. We turned on the wrong street and ended up going out of town with the sun in our eyes so bright we couldn't see! It's a wonder we didn't wreck; I don't know how Don managed to stay on the road. Anyway, we took that as a clue that we didn't need to go where we meant to go. We had meant to go to the Palms tomorrow night, but since we were headed in that direction we went there tonight. We found penny machines again and played poker for about 4 hours for a dollar for me and less than a dollar for Don. That's pretty cheap entertainment. Jessica Simpson was there performing tonight so there were gobs of people there; that was interesting. We had no interest in seeing Jessica Simpson, but all the people were interesting to watch.

The best thing about watching people is how they stare at me. It's like living Candid Camera. People just can't help but stare at my knee bands. Some people think it's a fashion statement that they've missed and some are wondering if they should get some to help their knees. I've heard some even mumbling about if they might help their knees. It's too funny. Some even ask me if they help my knees and some say they love the bands, like it's a cool fashion statement. I feel like getting a t-shirt that says: "IF YOU ONLY KNEW IT ALL: this is really nothing big!"

I thank God for the knee bands to help me walk, the cane to help me walk, the sleeve to manage my lymphedema (very few people seem to really notice it) and for healing me from the breast cancer! I'm grateful for everyday, for the sense of humor to accept the stares, and for a husband who smiles with me.