OK, if you are super observant, you'll probably notice that the blog has some additions: a few photos of my mom with a couple of her favorite people, as well as a way to order the book. So now you can get your hands on a copy of Hands Off My Hope! if you don't happen to live in the area and/or don't want to step foot in the Mall of America...and if that's the case, I don't blame you.
I actually have nothing against the Mall but I seem to find myself out there way too much. And it's not to shop...rather, it's a good destination to take the kids. After all, with a three-year-old and a 14-month-old, getting out of the house is the name of the game and the MOA (that's Mall of America) can have it's perks, especially when the weather is not good. And when I can get some coffee on an outing with the kids, it's an added bonus. But perhaps that's for another entry or another blog altogether.
Our distribution and warehouse are open and ready for business (that's Stacey and Evan's place) and the shipping and receiving people are ready to go. So don't be shy; click on the "Buy Now" button and see what happens. The cost is $20 per book, and that includes shipping. We ship via Priority Mail.
On another note, we are gearing up for the Twin Cities Race for the Cure which is happening on Sunday, May 11. Jan's Hope Chest is the name of our team, and we are looking forward to having our friends and family join us on the walk this year. If you haven't yet registered, you can do so by going here.
To say it will be weird without my mom there is an incredible understatement; my mom loved this time of year and her involvement in the Race. Even if she wasn't feeling well, she was there. I remember one rainy Race day several years ago...she was in the Media trailer throwing up in a paper bag. She felt like crap, but she was determined to stay and help out. The cause meant so much to her. And of course she loved it when we - her family - showed up at the Shop or wherever she was on Race Day to wish her a Happy Mother's Day. She would thank us, give us all a hug and kiss, and then go back to helping out. It was an environment in which she thrived.
