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Starr Mountain Etowah, Tennessee Bring Horses!!!

Well, I spent another beautiful afternoon with my friend and co-worker Bobbie and her dog J.P. out in the foothills of East Tennessee. Today we visited Starr Mountain located just slightly North of Cleveland, Tennessee in Etowah.Starr Mtn. Tennessee

This beautiful land at the foothills of Starr Mountain is a new listing of ours and is situated perfectly. Convenient to Chattanooga, Cleveland and Knoxville, Tennessee and yet open and unrestricted. You can actually breathe and feel so in touch with nature!

Starr Moutntain Tn.

This land is perfect for a nice log cabin and plenty of horses. It is being sold in 8 acre tracts at an affordable price of $79,000 per tract. More acreage is available if desired. These will be part of a 560 acre parcel that adjoins the Cherokee National Forest. Close to hiking trails, white water rafting and all of the conviences of Etowah, Tennessee. The Bowater plant is an easy commute.

If you are looking for a great place to get away from it all and yet want to stay within reach of civilization, then call me today! I'd love to show you around.

Dollar Store Real Estate Office - You Can Too!!!

I had twirled around the idea of opening an office since the day I became licensed. For a year after I received my Broker's license I seriously toyed with it. No time ever seemed like the right time and I was broke, but, I took the plunge--100foot free fall. As it turned out I purchased 3 nice desks, 3 office chairs, a copier, coffee table and some miscellaneous chairs for about $800 from a company that was going out of business. From there it was on to The Family Dollar Store and Southeastern Salvage. Really. I decorated my new office with odds and ends and unframed pictures from these places. I used all of my HGTV education and painted frames and accent pieces. When I was done everyone said that I had a showplace. I was very proud of that office and it proved something once again; the ANT can move the rubber tree plant if he really wants to. Altogether I spent under $2000 includinding filing fees.

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Salisbury, Md. Home of the Poodle Nationals

Every year Salisbury Md. welcomes Poodle breeders and fanciers from all over the world. It is the Poodle Club of America's National Specialy Show. It is something to see at least once in a lifetime. There is pagentry galore. Sod is brought in for the rings and there are live plants and flowers. This is bigger than Westminster for Poodle people. It used to be held in June, now it is held in APril so the dogs flying in can avoid the heat in the planes. Every top Poodle show dog is there. There re also a number of performance events including hunting, obedience and agility trials. It is free and open to the public It is held at the Wicomico Civic Center and runs n entire week. For more information go to www.PoodleClubofAmerica.org and click on National Specialty. I hope to see you there.

The Ignorance and Bliss of Playing in Toxic Waste

As those of you who follow my blog know, I grew up in Monmouth County N.J. On the map above it is not shown but located just south of Lincroft. We were raised in a subdivision of 3 BR 2 Ba ranch style homes built on land that used to be a farm. One of my favorite things to do was to play with my friends in the woods that had a creek running through it. My best friend and I spent numerous hours a day climbing up and down the steep sidewalls and sloshing through the creek. We had a ball! This was in the late 50's early 60's. It was the thing that kids in my neighborhood DID! No prohibitons, no punishments would keep us away because we had such fun. My mother would admonish me because I would come in caked with red mud. Actually it was clay; sticky and tough to get out of clothes or off of shoes.

This creek was orange and it flouresced. We thought that it was great. Orange water that glowed with blue and green and purple. Neat!!!

Looking back, I wonder: Just What Was in That Water??????? I mean to glow multi-colored there had to be chemicals. We were ignorant and I doubt that our parents knew much better either. Given my recent neurological condition and similar conditions surfacing in friends from that neighborhood, I wonder!

From Mandy's Journal

Mandy's Journal

Picture them all in their underwear

For those of you that have been following my blog, this is an entry from Mandy's blog. Please help her if you can. AT least please go to her blog and leave a message for her.

Posted: 07 Nov 2008 01:26 PM CST

It has been a stressful week. Chemo happened a day early this week to accommodate an MRI on Wednesday. Then just for a little added stress, Mandy was running a low grade fever for a couple of days. Poor baby even got a flu shot this week. Good times.

The good news: chemo went well. Her blood counts were good. She was a little sicker than usual afterwards this week, but nothing a little Zofran can't handle. Her MRI went well also. The results are in and everything was stable and unchanged. Everything is the same size and everything that enhanced with contrast before still does now. I still continue to hope for shrinkage. But, as I have said before stability may be the best we can hope for.

Mandy had a rough week this week. I wasn't sure if I would be able to make it to the Evening of Hope tonight. The Evening of Hope is a dinner put on to help expand the Angel Program, a network of businesses that step up and volunteer to assist families in medical crisis.

Here's where this gets scary for me. I have to speak. Not like, "Hi, my name is Natalie. It's nice to meet you." Nooooooooooooooo, I have to speak. As in speech. With a microphone. And possibly a podium. To three hundred strangers. Well, okay, I will know probably 20 people there, so to 280 strangers. But still? YIKES!

I have no problem talking...do it quite well. Do it a lot. But this.....oh my. It's hard to cut your heart open and lay it all out there. In front of strangers. 280 of them. That's what I am trying to do in this speech. Did I mention the 280 strangers?

So, here is what I have written to share with these people tonight. Hope I don't puke. Or sob like a two year old. (I so am not a pretty Demi Moore in "Ghost" kind of cryer. No, people, I am a snot running down my face, red eyed, puffy ugly cryer.)Or fall out of my dress.(Could happen.) Or trip and go splat headed up to the podium.(I'm darn near 6' tall. My husband is 5'7". Suffice it to say, I don't wear heels all that often. Or forget what I am supposed to say and stumble around on my words like a drunk.(Cuter when actually drunk than when merely a sober idiot.)

Here goes....tell me what you think.....

My youngest daughter, Mandy has a brain tumor. That is still a very hard sentence for me to say. My 8 year old daughter has a brain tumor. It is a horrible string of words to have to put together.

Mandy is a beautiful little blonde bombshell of a girl. She loves all things girly. Pink is her be all, end all, very favorite color. She would always rather wear a dress, the pinker and sparklier, the better. She loves music and loves to sing. She is quite shy, until she gets to know you and then you can't shut her up. She has a voice that projects across a crowded room. You never have to look for her, just listen. And you will always find her. She always has an opinion. She has a momma's heart and loves to baby stuffed animals and babydolls. She has a brain tumor.

She was born with a genetic condition called Neurofibromatosis Type 1, also called NF. This is a disease that means her DNA lacks a tumor suppressor gene, so anywhere in her body tumors can grow at the nerve endings. In Mandy's situation, all of the tumor growth has been centered in her brain. Most of the time, the tumors are benign, however sometimes they are malignant. In Mandy's case, we are fighting a tumor on her optic nerve called an optic glioma and numerous tumors in her brain stem area that are benign, but have the potential to be catastrophic because of the location. She is currently 8 months into a chemotherapy regimen that is slated to last for approximately two years. Once a week we drive up to All Children's clinic where she receives IV chemo drugs through a surgically implanted port. These drugs make her feel miserable, the disease robs her of her chance to be like every other kid, robs my other two kids of the chance to live like every other family, I can no longer work because of the time demands associated with this battle. Our life sometimes feels like it is not our own. It is a dark and often lonely journey. I have often been left with a feeling of being alone in a crowded room of looking out and seeing normal life progress and being shocked that it continues.

That being said, this journey has brought us blessings, enormous blessings that without it our family may not have had the privilege of seeing. Every time you turn on the news, there is 15 minutes of mostly tragic and depressing information, then weather, then sports, then Leno. What doesn't make the news is the little miracles that happen every single day. I wish it did. I wish for everyone to know the goodness of the world that we see in all of you. I wish it was shouted from the rooftops the good work that organizations like the Angel Program do every single day. I wish everyone knew, how much impact those acts of kindness and love have on people's lives. We have been personally blessed by people's love and kindness and generosity, but even bigger than that is the blessing of seeing all the good work being done, to all sorts of families. It is not WHAT people do, be it a huge donation of money or goods or a donation simply of time and love, but THAT they do. The knowledge that people care, that people are there, that people support your battle, that means the world. It truly isn't what people do, it is that they do that means the most .

Other than the obvious, major illness takes two huge tolls on the families dealing with it, money and time.

We came home from about a week in the hospital back in March and our pool pump had died. Under most circumstances, at most, it might have been a curse word muttered under your breath, a swift kick to pump and then a call to the repair man. For us, that day, it was just one more thing that we couldn't deal with. We had neither the money nor the time. A friend told me about the Brandon Foundation and sent Liz and Natalie our information. These two dynamic women showed up, armed with love and faith and asking for a to do list. In a matter of a week, our pool was fixed, the water balanced and just in time for Mother's day. Our family and another family battling pediatric cancer spent the day splashing and playing and relaxing. What an amazing gift that was. The knowledge that someone, or several someone's cared and wanted to help was the biggest blessing of all though.

We needed a ceiling fan installed in my oldest daughter's room. Again, no time and no extra money. Again, in swooped an Angel from the Foundation, who said, we can't fight the medical battle for you, but let us take this one. And just like that it was done. This same angel took it upon himself to adopt every other maintenance item around our house that needing tending to. He even went so far as to drop off a gallon of milk one day when I needed it. A simple gesture, sure. But, on that day. At that moment. Not something I could accomplish myself.

All of these things could not happen without the support of all of you. We keep a website about our daughter, to keep people updated about not just her, but of our other two children as well. The headline at the top of it reads, "One little girl battling NF and optic glioma, with an army of love behind her." The Angels from the foundation, Natalie and Liz and all of you who support the great work the Angel program does are part of that army. It is a huge army encompassing family, friends and even strangers. From the bottom of my heart, I am so thankful for all the Angel program has done, for us and so many other families like ours.

It is easy to make a difference. Your investment may be small. The difference it makes is huge. A well-timed gallon of milk can do as much good as anything else.


I would give anything to fight the battle for my daughter, to take away the pain, the fear, the horrible drugs that are meant to heal but leave so much havoc in their wake. I would give anything to take that on for her. I can't. I can't take that battle from her anymore than you all can take the battle from us. I can hold her hand, love her, support her and make sure she absolutely knows she is never, ever alone. Everyday, the work that you all do does that same thing for our family and all the others you help. You can hold someone's hand, bring a dinner, weed a flower garden, make a mortgage payment, help with groceries, the list goes on and on. But you can take a bit of their burden and carry it for them. Liz, Natalie and the angels who have helped our family, have made sure to let us know we are not alone. They, and all of you who support the Foundation and the work they do, are all part of that army of love behind our little girl. I thank you for that, from the bottom of my heart.


Love to all~