The McCormick's

Me and the love of my life, my husband Gregory!

Hello Everyone!

I'm Back!

I haven't posted anything in years. Life has a way of changing your priorities. I was the caregiver for my Mom for years,  she passed away August 15th, 2017. I married a wonderful man September 1st, 2017. I moved to Rogers, Arkansas October 2017 from Jacksonville, Florida. My sons and their families are doing wonderfully well! I'm still the same doting Nana. 
 I'm alive and well after my bouts with breast cancer! I still love BuddyCheck12. Do your breast exams the 12th of every month. Encourage your family and friends to do the same, it could save your life!

How to start a Buddy Check 12 team here on 43things, in support of Breast Cancer awareness. Do your self-exam the 12th of every month.

"This has been the most heartfelt gratifying thing I've ever done."

How I did it:

I decided I wanted to help get the word out about "Breast Cancer Awareness" by encouraging people to do their monthly self-exams. I am a survivor of this dreaded disease. Early detection saved my life. I sent out literally hundreds of invites to fellow 43T'ers who responded immediately in overwhelming numbers. The Buddy Check 12 Team is still active and reporting in every month on the 12th. Go Team!

Resources:

http://cms.komen.org/Komen/AboutBreastCancer/Resources/DownloadBSECards?ssSourceNodeId=538&ssSourceSiteId=Komen
http://buddycheck12.com/   
www.komen.org

It took me 1 day.

It made me feel like I helped

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I'm still fighting....

Keep me in your thoughts and prayers!

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I mailed a care package today via anysoldier.com, I’m so glad I did. I hope to send one every other month until our troops come home.

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Sunday School Laughs

LOT’S WIFE:
The Sunday School teacher was describing how Lot ’s wife looked back and turned into a pillar of salt, when little Jason interrupted, “My Mommy looked back once, while she was driving,” he announced triumphantly, “and she turned into a telephone pole!”

GOOD SAMARITAN:
A Sunday school teacher was telling her class the story of the Good Samaritan. She asked the class, “If you saw a person lying on the roadside, all wounded and bleeding, what would you do?” A thoughtful little girl broke the hushed silence, “I think I’d throw up.”

DID NOAH FISH?
A Sunday school teacher asked, “Johnny, do you think Noah did a lot of fishing when he was on the Ark ?” “No,” replied Johnny. “How could he, with just two worms.”

HIGHER POWER:
A Sunday school teacher said to her children, “We have been learning how powerful kings and queens were in Bible times. But, there is a higher power. Can anybody tell me what it is?” One child blurted out, “Aces!”

MOSES AND THE RED SEA :
Nine-year-old Joey was asked by his mother what he had learned in Sunday School. “Well, Mom, our teacher told us how God sent Moses behind enemy lines on a rescue mission to lead the Israelites out of Egypt . When he got to the Red Sea , he had his army build a pontoon bridge and all the people walked across safely. Then, he radioed headquarters for reinforcements.
They sent bombers to blow up the bridge and all the Israelites were saved.” “Now, Joey, is that really what your teacher taught you?” his mother asked? “Well, no, Mom. But, if I told it the way the teacher did, you’d never believe it!”

THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD:
A Sunday School teacher decided to have her young class memorize one of the most quoted passages in the Bible; Psalm 23. She gave the youngsters a month to learn the chapter. Little Rick was excited about the task—but, he just couldn’t remember the Psalm. After much practice, he could barely get past the first line. On the day that the kids were scheduled to recite Psalm 23 in front of the congregation, Ricky was so nervous. When it was his turn, he stepped up to the microphone and said proudly, “The Lord is my Shepherd, and that’s all I need to know.”

UNANSWERED PRAYER?
The preacher’s 5 year-old daughter noticed that her father always paused and bowed his head, for a moment, before starting his sermon. One day, she asked him why. “Well, Honey,” he began, proud that his daughter was so observant of his messages,
“I’m asking the Lord to help me preach a good sermon.” “How come He doesn’t do it?” she asked.

BEING THANKFUL
A rabbi said to a precocious six-year-old boy, “So your mother says your prayers for you each night? That’s very commendable. What does she say?” The little boy replied, “Thank God he’s in bed!”

UNTIMELY ANSWERED PRAYER
During the minister’s prayer, one Sunday, there was a loud whistle from one of the back pews. Tommy’s mother was horrified. She pinched him into silence and, after church, asked, “Tommy, whatever made you do such a thing?”
Tommy answered, soberly, “I asked God to teach me to whistle, and He just then did!”

TIME TO PRAY
A pastor asked a little boy if he said his prayers every night. “Yes, sir,” the boy replied. “And, do you always say them in the morning, too?” the pastor asked. “No sir,” the boy replied. “I ain’t scared in the daytime.”

ALL MEN / ALL GIRLS?
When my daughter, Kelli, said her bedtime prayers, she would bless every family member, every friend, and every animal (current and past). For several weeks, after we had finished the nightly prayer, Kelli would say, “And all girls.” As this soon became part of her nightly routine, to include this at the end, my curiosity got the best of me and I asked her, “Kelli, Why do you always add the part about all girls?” Her response, “Because we always finish our prayers by saying ‘All Men’!”

SAY A PRAYER
Little Johnny and his family were having Sunday dinner at his Grandmother’s house. Everyone was seated around the table as the food was being served. When Little Johnny received his plate, he started eating right away. “Johnny! Please wait until we say our prayer.” Said his mother. “I don’t have to,” The boy replied. “Of course, you do,” his mother insisted. “We say a prayer before eating, at our house.” “That’s our house,” Johnny explained. “But this is Grandma’s house and she knows how to cook!

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