Monday, September 21, 2009

Hi, everybody, this is Cathy. Oh, my God, I never intended for anyone to feel like they couldn't contact me. I just might not answer the phone. Leave a message, and although it may take me a while, I will contact you back. Feel free to email me anytime. I don't look at me email every day anymore, but I will respond eventually. It is just sometimes hard to talk to lots of people all on the same day.
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  1. DorriSeptember 21, 2009 at 11:29 PM

    Hi, Cathy, This is Dorri. Sorry to hear about all the bad stuff happening here while I was off in Australia having a good time visiting Kate and getting sunburned. I know if anyone can pull through all this bad **** it will be you. I am glad you are back at home. Hospitals are a terrible place to be when you are sick. I will check on your blog regularly to keep up to date with you. Love, Dorri

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  2. The Wilkinson'sSeptember 22, 2009 at 5:47 AM

    Hello, I didn't mean I won't call, I just meant that you need to concentrate on you and we will watch the blog. It is very helpful and we will still call. Love you pea pod.

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  3. DawnOctober 7, 2009 at 4:03 PM

    Hi Cathy. Robert told me about the situation you are in. Damn ill health really cramps our styles. I have been sending you energy filled thought waves. Hope you got them. I will send more every time I think of you, which, is often. I have a picture in my head of those incredible eyes of yours situated just below a bald head. OMG. Too young for a red hat. Too old for a bandana. Too city for a baseball hat. Too country for a fedora. Too female for a bucket hat. Too Canadian for a beret. Soo......What the hell. You need a wig. I coordinate the simulation centre. If you need to borrow a wig, we have several for our mannequins you might like. They are curly and grey,curlier and greyer,long and red and long and dark brown for when our mannequins are post-partum. Just let me know.Take care Cathy. My Dad tells a story about his old British Grandma who apparently used to write my Dad's Dad some years ago. She ended her letters saying "Keep your pecker up Will". According to Google it meant keep your spirits up and don't let your situation get you down. So, Cathy, from my heart to yours-keep your pecker up. If you get a warm buzz when you least expect it-it is a punch of energy from me. Love Dawn.

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