So I donated to noobtheloser ‘s burrito fund, because a.) I like burritos and support all burrito consumption, and b.) I could use some cheering up.  He will draw you a random animal for $1.  This is my animal.  It’s eerily prescient to my life right now: I just gotta take that ball and run. I am Champ. Champ is me.  RUN, CHAMP!  RUN! THERE’S NOTHING TO BE AFRAID OF! (Except maybe starving to death in a gutter!)
(edit: awwwww sheeeyit. you guys totally know my name really isn’t BennyChairs now.  MY SECRET’S OUT! Run for it, Thelma!)

So I donated to noobtheloser ‘s burrito fund, because a.) I like burritos and support all burrito consumption, and b.) I could use some cheering up.  He will draw you a random animal for $1.  This is my animal.  It’s eerily prescient to my life right now: I just gotta take that ball and run. I am Champ. Champ is me.  RUN, CHAMP!  RUN! THERE’S NOTHING TO BE AFRAID OF! (Except maybe starving to death in a gutter!)

(edit: awwwww sheeeyit. you guys totally know my name really isn’t BennyChairs now.  MY SECRET’S OUT! Run for it, Thelma!)

My grandmother (“Mom-Mom”) passed away today at a tremendous 90 years of age.  She was a wartime bride at 17, had my mother at 19 and raised her alone until my grandfather came home (thank god).  She was a “Rosie the Riveter” and worked in a steel mill while he was gone.  She raised three kids, lost a husband at 52, lost a son when he was only 38, lost another husband at 86, and had a kidney removed that same year.  She was one tough cookie under the kindest, most selfless exterior you could imagine.  

So, I’ll be at my parents’ house for most of the week, and probably won’t be posting much.  I don’t want anyone to think I’m gone, especially since it’s BC’s birthday and all and I haven’t posted a Birthday Chair!  I know that’s not a priority, but I feel like it’s okay to mention because Mom-Mom would have found it absolutely hilarious that I had this blog if she knew :)

My grandmother (“Mom-Mom”) passed away today at a tremendous 90 years of age. She was a wartime bride at 17, had my mother at 19 and raised her alone until my grandfather came home (thank god). She was a “Rosie the Riveter” and worked in a steel mill while he was gone. She raised three kids, lost a husband at 52, lost a son when he was only 38, lost another husband at 86, and had a kidney removed that same year. She was one tough cookie under the kindest, most selfless exterior you could imagine.

So, I’ll be at my parents’ house for most of the week, and probably won’t be posting much. I don’t want anyone to think I’m gone, especially since it’s BC’s birthday and all and I haven’t posted a Birthday Chair! I know that’s not a priority, but I feel like it’s okay to mention because Mom-Mom would have found it absolutely hilarious that I had this blog if she knew :)