I touch my boobies!!

When a blog's subtitle is about bras, it would be remiss to not discuss the importance of taking care of the matter that takes up space in said over the shoulder boulder holder. Breasts make up a large portion of my proportions, but size doesn't matter to cancer. It doesn't care if you're rich or poor; enhanced or natural; a mouthful or a handful.

October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month. It's not the only time of the year a woman (and men) should be checking their breasts for malformations and lumps. Nor is it the only time we gals should be getting mammograms. I'm not a health care professional, but I do tote around some of the biggest, natural boobs of anyone I know. So, I feel completely at ease and within my right to speak out on behalf of breasts everywhere.

Help raise awareness for research to find a cure and also make it possible for ALL women to receive free mammograms. Young women need to learn how to properly perform self breast exams. As mothers, older sisters and aunts, it is up to us to give our girls reminders. Early detection is our best defense!

Breasts can be fun and often a silly subject that I touch on frequently, but this is a serious matter. The best place to start understanding how you can help, is the official Susan G. Komen for the Cure website. The site is chock full of ways you can contribute donations, purchase products to support the cause, as well as, which companies apply a portion of their profit toward breast cancer research and programs.

Every day of October I will be wearing pink as a show of support. My yogurt will be Yoplait -- save your pink lids! Save Lids to Save Lives. Each lid equals 10 cents. Yoplait promises to donate a minimum of $500,000. but with our help it reach up to $1.5 MILLION!! (through December 31, 2009). Had I planned ahead, I would have started team Wildhair, but per the norm, I am a step behind. If you're a member of a Save Lids to Save Lives team, I'd be happy to join!! Or, if enough of you express interest in participating, I will gladly create a team for us. Just leave a comment or email me: wildhair65 at gmail dot com.

Comments

  1. CatOctober 1, 2009 at 5:00 PM

    Thanks for the reminder. I just checked myself while reading this. Hope everybody did. I think I'll try some of that yogurt too.

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  2. The CDMOctober 2, 2009 at 7:59 AM

    I see those lids on the ground a lot around here. Makes me wonder what goes through their mind.(no boobies were harmed in the making of this comment)

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  3. Jeff HickmottOctober 2, 2009 at 8:15 AM

    Ha! Over shoulder boulder holder! Reminds me of one of my favorite jokes.

    If a stone-age bra is an over shoulder boulder holder, and gilt-edged toilet paper is a super duper pooper scooper, what do you call a drunk Japanese whose father has dysentery?

    A slap-happy Jappy with a crap-happy pappy!

    Oh, and save the gazongas.

    Oh, and what do you call the mounted police that patrol the onion fields of Tuscany?

    The Italian stallion scallion battalion.

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  4. AnonymousOctober 2, 2009 at 3:51 PM

    Dearest Marissa,
    Once again you have captured our attention and our hearts. Think pink think cure!!!
    One Team!!!

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  5. Angie, CatladylandOctober 3, 2009 at 7:32 AM

    I’ve nominated you for the Kreativ Blogger Award. To get your award go to my blog: eclecticcatladylad, copy the badge and see directions in my post about the award.

    www.eclecticcatladyland.blogspot.com

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