50 Shades of Grey and fun germ facts

How do I know I'm OCD? When all I can think about during the playroom sexy time scenes of "50 Shades of Grey" is whether or not that piece of play equipment is new, gently used and dirty, gently used and sanitized, heavily used and dirty, or heavily used and sanitized.

My thoughts on “50 Shades of Gray.” I will say this. I didn’t read the book, so I had no idea what to expect other than to cringe. I mean honestly I’m kind of like a 13-year-old boy in the sense of not knowing what to do when body parts I shouldn’t see are on a big screen in a movie theater. Oh wait. Step back.

So, we get there early to get decent seats and eat. We walk into a totally empty theater and it’s like I hear “HALLELUKJAH!” singing as I pick comfy seats. I’m so happy! But then I notice all these women coming in with dudes by them. Hold on a minute…that’s not what we said we were doing. So I go back out and ask the theater lady. This rose is my movie ticket…is this the right theater? She says yes. So I say OK and go back in. Sit down. No biggie. Then more dudes. HUH? So, I go back out and ask the Enforcer, Rob. He says it’s the theater on the right and says a number. I guess I forgot the number because, again, I was convinced that I am in the correct damn theater. So on my way back in I stop and confront the dude sitting there. I’m like:

“Hey. Your food looks good.”

Him. “Thanks.”

Me: “You know you’re a guy, right?”

Him: “Yes.

Me: “You here for 50 Shades of Grey?”

Him: “Yes.”

Me: “For the KKMS?

Him: “No.”

Me: “Oh…”

His wife gives me the stank eye and I just stand there. Now what?

I slowly just walked away and felt like I had a tail between my legs like an idiot and watched the other men come in the theater. Little did I know that I was the idiot who went in the wrong theater. I was supposed to be in the theater with the big Kidd Kraddick Morning Show in front of it…they had to come and ask me to see the ticket I didn’t have, after I had already ordered our food and drinks, before I finally realized that Meagan was right all along and we were in the wrong theater.

So, we go to the right theater and luckily get seats. They didn’t save seats for THE SHANON. It’s OK. (That was sarcasm, people). Here’s my take on the movie.

First, no, I didn’t read the book. I’m more into writing. When I do read, it’s stuff like “Skinny B,” “Managing Your Mind,” and “Getting Nasty People Out Of Your Life” type of stuff. So I went in blind. I didn’t understand the connection between Christian and Anastasia. How does he “get” people if he doesn’t “do relationships?” It doesn’t make sense. He didn’t seem to be able to carry on any kind of relationship with anybody except for Anna. So how did he become a billionaire based on his theory of being such a people getter when he doesn’t even get himself?

Why was she so intrigued by him if she’s such a romantic? He’s like glass. Is it just the typical girl thing of wanting to change him? And if he claimed for it to be working so well, why did he shut down so suddenly? I don’t get it.

And OK. If Anastasia is such a romantic, why would she be willing to be one of just another number of women who have signed his contract? And why did she ask him to do what he did to make her finally say NO!?! Was it a test and he failed? I’m confused and I don’t think it’s meant to be that hard. Seriously. And why would someone of her naïve nature be willing to give into his lifestyle? It’s so extreme. If she’s an extremist, why would she punish him for being one? She’s a hypocrite.

Anyway, I did cringe enough to make my shoulders hurt and I went to the chiropractor yesterday. So I shouldn’t have had to put a heat pack on anything last night. But I did. I stayed through the whole movie because it was cool to see. I would love to be able to do the things that Christian did, but I’m not a billionaire. The soundtrack is probably a hundred times better than the movie, though. I will say that. I bought it on my way into work this morning. So buy it if you want some new music. The movie is entertaining and it might be better if I had read the book. I’m not sure. I’m curious to see what other people say about it over the weekend. In the meantime, that’s my opinion.

Now, onto fun germ talk.

Just some interesting stuff I was unaware of. Yes. Saving the planet is cool. But so is saving my life by not catching everyone else’s nastiness. Sorry if that’s selfish, but I’m a giver in most other ways of life. I don’t like these things anyway, so usually I just wipe my hands on my shirt or pants and move along. Why waste paper towels even? SO don’t go all environmentally nutso on me telling me I’m killing future generations by posting this. I encourage wiping your hands on your clothes. End of story. Having just paid $75 for a Tamiflu RX wasn’t fun. I did print out a $10 coupon, but what they don’t tell you is that the ID number on those things DOES NOT PRINT OUT usually. So if you go to print one of those, look at it before you leave the house. If the ID number didn’t print, write it on the coupon. Otherwise, it’s useless to you. Even though you’re paying more for insurance now, it’s covering less, so meds are really expensive. With that being said, get ready for this.

Using the Air Dryer

They might as well be called germ blowers: A recent study found that jet air dryers spread 27 times as many microbes as paper towels and nearly five times more bacteria than warm-air blowers, according to researchers from the U.K. Scientists found higher amounts of germs in the air around both types of dryers—they could still detect the bugs 15 minutes after use—than around paper towel dispensers. Your best bet: Grab a paper towel to dry off your mitts and head for the door ASAP to reduce your exposure to the swirling airborne bacteria.

Here’s some more germ news I didn’t know. Yesterday, I saw a mobile mattress sanitizer cleansing someone’s stuff in their driveway! I had no clue! Were they ridding it of bedbugs? I don’t know! But I had no idea such a service existed. It was loud as crap, but who knew! Not I, said me.

If you get bored at work or whatever, if you go to the Yahoo homepage, take some time to click around some of those random articles they post. It’s amazing the things you can learn! Seriously. I learned that there is such a thing as spending too long on the toilet, you can be too clean down there, and that drinking too much fluid can make you constipated. I thought it was supposed to help with that. WTH?? I need a colonoscopy, but I so don’t want one. I’m too young for that mess. I don’t want to know what the co-pay for those are. People always say, “What are you gonna do on spring break or whatever?” My answer is usually nothing because my body is like a walking disaster. My mom paid for me to go to Hawaii, so my next vacation will be to colonoscopy resort. Hopefully they at least have nice lighting and good music.

Oh, The Bachelor

The Bachelor. I’m hooked because of one person. POMEGRANITE ONION. I know she’ll never win. I know she was a producer’s pick. I know how this game is played and I know it’s people like me that are the reason they do it. I’m fine with being that person. Who wants a season of girls who will “be sad if they don’t get picked?” Rinse, lather, repeat? I want drunken girl who you think might fall over at any point! I’m ok with secret admirer going because if she’s willing to go hide in a room most of the night, she’s not got much to offer other than notes from a limo driver and crazy eyes. But pomegranate onion? Did you catch all of her crazy? Come on, did you? “He doesn’t even know any of those girls. Get rid of them and he’s got me.” Well guess what pomegranate onion? He doesn’t know you either! Oh man this girl is going to be the most interesting part of no lip bachelor season. Yoga girl might have been the cliffhanger last night, but come on. What’s gonna happen? She’s gonna cut him or something? No. She’s going to look at him, ask what she did wrong, and then either has to leave or he will ask her to stay. Big whoop. If she stays, all I care about is what pomegranate onion has to say about it. That’s it. She feels so powerful….cutting the onion and peeling the layers. I so wish they had skipped the dang hour long waste of a red carpet thing and gotten to the dang show already. I don’t know most of those people because I’m not a loyal follower. I’ll admit that. I don’t have the time or patience to follow these shows the way I probably should, so I’m clueless whom a lot of those interviews were with. I would have LOVED to have heard more talk about onion peeling and seen that woman refer to random production screens as onions even though they aren’t onions and be so delusional as to think that farmer boy knows her better than he knows any of the other women even though he doesn’t. He doesn’t know any of the women at all…that’s why last night the biggest thing he did was the first impression rose.

With all of that being said, pomegranate onion was the best decision producers made last night. I give farmer boy none of the credit for that. It would not have played out the way it did if it was up to him. As a producer person, I know how they think and how to keep people hanging on until the very last second and that wasn’t the doings of farmer boy. So well done, ABC. Not Chris Harrison or farmer boy. It could be all pomegranate onion lady and neither of you and I would be equally as content.

That is all. Oh, and maybe drunk lady, too.

Help Me Out!!!

OK so there's a lot of info I need to share with you guys, so I'm putting it in a blog post instead of on Facebook. The DFW Brain Tumor Walk is a little over a week away, so it's crunch time.

I have to admit that perhaps my goal of raising a million dollars might have been a little overzealous. I'm not upset about falling short. My goal is to raise awareness and yes. Money. It's pretty important in that whole research part of things.

It was one year ago this week that I was diagnosed with my tumor. It will be one year ago on November 11 that I had it removed. I have to tread lightly with my words because some people have chosen to use my surgery as something to be held against me and have basically said that I'm incapable of performing basic adult tasks. That is their ignorance at work, but I choose not to feed it.

I've been on the Kidd's Kids trip a bunch of times now. I honestly don't know how many. It's life changing to see how medical conditions can effect the lives of people. You see specials on TV and read stuff in newspapers and magazines, but it's a completely different thing to experience it first hand. You go from being that clumsy kid who gets hurt all the time to the invincible teenager who can do anything to the adult who thinks they're out of the woods back to having to worry about what's to come with age. It's really strange how life works.

With Kidd's Kids, I see kids who don't get to be clumsy and experience the normal bumps and bruises most of the time. They spend their days in hospital beds and getting home schooled because they can't afford to be exposed to all of the germs and stuff that other kids bring around. I see the look on parents faces when they know that their child will not outlive them. I've seen and cried with parents who have lost their babies. When it comes down to it, life just sucks sometimes.

You look around at everything that's been going on lately and how advanced medicine has gotten. We have this big Ebola scare like three weeks ago where everyone is in a panic thinking there's going to be an outbreak and now the two nurses who contracted the disease have been released and are back to normal life. How insane is that? At the same time, though, how frustrating?

I think back to the Krista Brewers of the world and all that she went through in her battle with Neuroblastoma. It pisses me off so much that that little girl and her loved ones suffered and still suffer to the extent that they do. It's not fair. To never feel good. I think of Penny Jurkash who is so self-conscious of her hair that she won't leave the house without a beanie on her head even if it's 104* outside. And her brother, Joel, who is so sweet and supportive, but has to miss out on so much because his little sister is sick. Why them?

At the end of the day it all comes down to two things. Awareness and money. Period. The end. I think I said before that the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure is an amazing thing because it has achieved both. It's raised awareness and gathered so much support year after year. Millions of dollars are raised for that cause and it's truly a beautiful thing. If I had dealt with Breast Cancer over the past year, I know I would have been on here this past month preaching about the significance of continuing to support that cause. I didn't though. I had my head cut open to remove some build up of skin cells smack dab in the middle of my brain. They had been there since birth and finally gotten big enough to cause my brain to swell and cause physical symptoms. Once the meningitis was controlled, they went in expecting to get most of it out, but not all because it was in a terrible spot in my brain. But with the help of two fantastic neurosurgeons and the grace of God, they got it all out. Now I'm here preaching about the significance of spreading awareness about brain tumors and, of course, raising money for research.

If you don't know, the brain controls everything in your body. So having anything in there that doesn't belong can really screw you up. Getting hat doesn't belong taken out isn't cheap. The MRI's to have what doesn't belong checked out are insanely expensive. You know that healthcare is a profitable business and that money isn't going to the doctor's. It's sad, but it's true. You think that doctor's are rich and going home to million dollar mansions and stuff and yes, they do make nice livings. But it's not like you think. At all. The healthcare business is full of greedy insurance companies and hospitals that will charge you $20 for a single Tylenol. It's insane. The insanity is NOT going to stop unless we take a stand and do our part to make a difference.

That's why I'm asking for your help. It's like we tell you on Kidd's Kids Day. I'd love it if everyone could donate a hundred dollars. That would be awesome. However, I know it's not possible. Life is expensive. It's the small donations that add up. If you can't donate, pass the link along to friends and family and maybe they can. We even have cool t-shirts now that we're selling for $20. The pic of the shirts is on the bottom along with info on ordering. This is important to me and I'm going to do what I can to become an advocate for research. This is step one. It's a baby step...I know. But it's a step.

If you are interested in purchasing a shirt, go to my facebook page. Here's the link.

https://www.facebook.com/ThePsychoShanon

Send me a private message with your name, email address, size, and let me know what city you're in. If you are on my team, you will have to purchase a shirt still. You can get it the day of the race to save on shipping. I still need to know your size.

I will either send you a PayPay invoice and mail you the shirt or we will do a mass pickup to save on fees so that more is donated to the Brain Tumor Association. What I will do is pay the cost of the shirt and donate the remainder to the Brain Tumor Fund. None is going to me personally or anyone else.

If you are in the DFW area and want to walk on my team on Saturday, November 8, you can join at this link.

www.braintumor.org/KISSFM

I want to say a special thanks to a few organizations who are showing extra support in my first step to becoming an advocate. Thank you to Dr. Rob Dickerman, Dr. Brent Morgan, Ashley, and everyone else at the North Texas Brain & Spine Institute for getting my brain all cleared up and for helping me out with this walk. And, of course, thank you to our flagship station, 106.1 KISS FM in Dallas for showing me love since I started in radio in 1999. I'm still here because of continued support from my KISS FM family, so thank you all very much.

I need your help, please...

I’ve been making notes about stuff I want to blog about because there’s been SO much going on personally, but I need to get things rolling on me being a part of the DFW Brain Tumor Walk. Since I’ve been dealing with this whole recovery thing post surgery, it’s really REALLY put things in perspective for me. Not feeling good sucks. I know that my tumor was benign and I have been insanely fortunate to have as few issues as I’ve had, but it’s still sucked. I’m still having headaches and light sensitivity and stuff. I’m blessed because I can deal, though. Not everyone is as fortunate as me.

I met with a woman named Marla the week before last about putting a team together for this walk. She’s the head honcho for this area of the walk. She somehow suckered me into speaking at the walk (J/K, Marla) and walking, too. In fact I’ve made a team called Bruce Willis SUCKS. Yes, I believe this both personally and in the context of my tumor being named after him. Since I’ve shared this journey with you guys, I want to welcome you to join team Bruce Willis SUCKS along with me.

I know what you’re thinking. There’s a registration fee for most of these walks. With this one, there’s NOT! HOWEVER, it would be really, really awesome of you to donate towards the cause. You will not find everyone at the walk wearing a cool t-shirt saying they did it because that costs money to make. Honestly, there are two goals in being a part of this. One of them is AWARENESS. October is Breast Cancer Awareness month, which is a fantastic cause and very worthwhile. It’s also one that has a ton of participation and support. Maybe it’s because Breast Cancer is an easier thing to understand? I’m not sure. I’ve been doing some reading and I had no idea that there are so many kinds of brain and central nervous system tumors. 120! That’s a lot to wrap your head around. I didn’t mean any pun in that, BTW. Some are aggressive, some aren’t. I was born with mine and no one had a clue until one day I thought my left cheek was swollen. How random is that. It was there for 32 years and I had no idea! Other people don’t have this situation at all. There are so many what ifs and so many possible situations with a brain tumor that I cannot even begin to get into them all. There’s truly no way possible.

I can tell you about an experience that I will never forget and it’s not a happy one. Well, part of it is a fantastic one, but the ending isn’t. If you’ve been a listener for a long time you at least know of Krista Brewer. She was a Kidd’s Kid back in the mid 2000’s and she had a personality that won your heart over in a second. Her parents were the most kind and patient people ever and her big sister, Shelby, is a person to truly be proud of. Krista was diagnosed with a brain tumor when she was 9 months old. Kidd heard about Krista and learned that she LOVED popcorn and wanted one of those old-fashioned popcorn machines. So he got her one and she would call us a bunch to tell us about her machine. She went through chemo and had a lot of ups and downs throughout her journey. At one point we even thought she was done with her chemo and had her call us to talk about her very last one. It was a great day and she was so excited. And then I don’t know why God thought that she hadn’t been through enough yet, but Krista’s mom, Janice, called and told us that they found a new spot on her knee that didn’t look good. That spot had spread to other parts of her body. Krista was put on hospice and on September 17, 2008, Krista passed away in her mommy’s arms. She passed away surrounded by those who loved her the most, but it’s so unfair. I’ve been through the passing of a child before and it’s horrific. I don’t know if it’s better knowing that the death of a child is coming or not, but I know that the pain of it is undeniably the most intense thing I’ve experienced. I lost my nephew, so I cannot even say that I’ve lost my own child. I just know that when I went to the Brewer house to talk to them leading up to Kidd’s Kids Day 2014, sitting there and seeing the chair that Janice sat in while she held Krista when she took her final breath was something that I will never forget.

Why am I telling you all of this? Because you know me. A lot of you have known me my entire adult life. I’ve been with this show since I was 17, so you’ve seen me since I was truly Psycho Shanon, begging for airtime, doing whatever it took to get the attention I wanted…even if it meant apparently scaring sales people with my poems and songs…to the Psycho Shanon I am now. I like to believe that I’ve grown up a lot and changed in the past 15 years and I hope it’s been for the better. Goodness knows I’ve had a lot of life experience in that time and that can make you grow if you internalize it and see that life really and truly is too short for the BS. Seriously. This past year has been like a bat to the head full of reality.

I know that I have talked a LOT about my experience with the whole tumor thing, but I don’t know how much I’ve told you about the feelings behind it. There have been a lot. There still are a lot. A lot of tears because, as a nurse told me after my surgery and right before I was released, that happens after you have brain surgery. But beyond that, there’s a lot of guilt. It’s hard having to ask your mom to miss work to take you doctor appointment after doctor appointment because you haven’t been released to drive yet. She put in her child rearing time years ago. Why should she have to do it again? There’s a lot of fear not knowing what in the world is going to happen next. I was fine for a week after the surgery, but then the week after I was in ICU for a leaky head. Then it was stomach issues. It’s like a whole new body and for a while, it scared me. I’m so thankful I’m not a circus performer because I promise you I would have been fired by now. Walking a tightrope is not and will never be in my future. I can walk just fine. I can run just fine. (Maybe not with the best form, but that’s nothing new). I can drive, skydive, fly, mountain climb…whatever. But it’s defeating when I realize that I used to spend summers water skiing and doing things that require stellar balance and now I have to hold a handrail to walk up stairs. I’m not ashamed at all. I didn’t do anything to bring this on myself, but it’s just defeating. And upsetting.

At the end of the day I’m fine. I might get headaches, but I’m fine. I might not be able to handle the million watt laser lights at a concert, but I’m fine. I’m lucky, so I feel like I should use my blessing to help those who aren’t as fortunate as I have been. I can’t write a ten million dollar check to fund research, but I can do one small thing, so here it is.

I can use the little bit of celebrity that I’ve got and Facebook following and Twitter following to help raise awareness and money for the cause. I can get up in front of however many people show up at the DFW Walk and speak about my experience and hope to inspire and encourage them in some way. I can say the biggest thank you ever to everyone who has stood beside me through my journey, but there have been far too many of you to thank individually. I have tears in my eyes thinking about it, though. I can give back some of what has been given to me by being a part of this walk happening on November 8, 2014 in Ft. Worth, TX.  I have a team called Bruce Willis SUCKS that, if you are in or if you will be in the area, you’re welcome to join. I will post the link at the end of this blog. If you cannot physically be there, if you could pitch in a few dollars towards the cause, you are making a huge difference and I add you to the list of thank you’s that I owe.

The fact is that I never thought in a million years that today I would have a scar on my head from it being cut open less than a year ago. I never thought that anyone would tell me that I lived with stuff in my brain that didn’t belong in there for 32 years. I never thought that my brain would be dangerously swollen or that I would have to have one guy holding part of my brain up while another guy pulled stuff out I never envisioned myself using a walker to go to Bed, Bath and Beyond or even the simplest places. The point is that you never expect it to be you. It goes both ways…the good and the bad. Just like people don’t do what they need to do to double their money in the Free Money Name Game…because they know they’ll never win…you think you’re never going to be that person being ordered to have an emergency MRI. I know I did. Look at me now, though.

My sister is pregnant and I pray daily that Baby Jake is happy and healthy. I pray that all babies are happy and healthy, but I know that this isn’t the reality. I see it year after year on the Kidd’s Kids trip. Every child is a huge blessing, but if we can do anything to help those who need it…child or adult…whether it be donate money or help raise awareness…I believe that we all should. Why not? If you want to make a positive mark on the world, here’s one way to do it.

Here’s the link to my team. Again, I’m not doing fancy shirts or anything like that. Maybe when it’s closer to the day of the walk, we can find a meeting place and all get together and say hi and hang out and stuff. Maybe I can grab some bracelets from work or something if we have any extras. I’m not sure. I can promise nothing other than to be there with pride hoping to help this really important cause. And I ask you sincerely to be there with me or find a way to help, too. Thanks so much for reading this really long blog and for any help you can give.

http://events.braintumor.org/events/dallas-ft-worth-brain-tumor-walk/donate?kwoAdvocateId=DQ9XGR2

And if my rambling means nothing to you, maybe this story will.

29-Year-Old Woman: Why I'm Taking My Own Life

A young woman who has fearlessly run half-marathons and climbed Mount Kilimanjaro now faces a more daunting task: taking her own life. But Brittany Maynard, 29, insists she's not the least bit suicidal, People reports. "There is not a cell in my body that is suicidal or that wants to die," she says. "I want to live. I wish there was a cure for my disease but there's not." Diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor, Maynard has moved with her family to Oregon so she can legally kill herself with lethal medication. Experts tell her that death by stage 4 glioblastoma would be "a terrible, terrible way to die," Maynard says, and "being able to choose to go with dignity is less terrifying." Her husband, mother, stepfather, and closest friend (who's a doctor) will be by her side when she goes.

Maynard has also joined the nonprofit Compassion & Choices, which is advocating for death-with-dignity laws in New Jersey, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Colorado, and California, Inquisitr reports. So far, four states—New Mexico, Vermont, Montana, and Washington—have joined Oregon in passing such laws. Maynard says she'll help the cause by giving California lawmakers videotape testimony in mid-October. Then, two days after her husband's Oct. 30 birthday, she plans to end her life. "I'm getting sicker, dealing with more pain and seizures and difficulties so I just selected [the date]," she says. "I'm dying, but I'm choosing to suffer less, to put myself through less physical and emotional pain and my family as well." See the Brittany Maynard Fund, or read about a woman who killed herself and left a note about right-do-die laws.

Here’s the link to my team page. Thanks again.

http://events.braintumor.org/events/dallas-ft-worth-brain-tumor-walk/donate?kwoAdvocateId=DQ9XGR2

And, just in case you missed them before, a few pics from my whole surgery journey.

Tomorrow's kinda a big deal...

Kidd’s Kids Day is tomorrow and man…that’s a LOT of pressure. Every year we say it’s the BIGGEST trip ever because every year it is. This year there are 60 kids and families planning on going to Walt Disney World for the experience of a lifetime and, well, we need the money to pay for it.

I’ve got my checkbook right next to me and I could pay for the trip, but I doubt Mickey takes post-dated checks that will never go through. That means that if these kids are waiting on me to pay for the trip, we’re all in a lot of trouble because there’s gonna be a lot of sad faces come November. I know there are a lot of charities out there that you could choose to donate your money to and I know that I’m biased, but hear me out on this.

When you think back on life, what do you have? Memories. I hope that most of them are good ones, but for a lot of the kids that have been chosen to go on the trip this year and every year, their memories are consumed with doctors visits and hospital stays. Holidays stuck in the confines of a hospital room, probably feeling guilty because your family is there with you.

And then you move on to the siblings of the kids. You know that kids compete for attention, so it’s got to be really hard when you’re the sibling of a chronically or terminally ill child and have no choice but to take the back seat a lot of times because your brother or sisters health has to come first. Of course you’re gonna feel resentment and jealousy. As you grow up, you probably feel guilt with that. Just a whole range of emotions that kids shouldn’t have to deal with in any way.

Then you think about the parents of the kids who have to try and figure it all out. Normal finances, jobs, home life, marital relationships, balancing the kids, medical bills, the stress of having a sick child, and everything else. It’s got to be utterly exhausting. I know that being the mom of healthy kids has to be exhausting, so add the emotional rollercoaster of an illness to that and it must be just overwhelming. Hearing your baby cry because they have to be poked with another needle or stay the night in the hospital again. You try to be the brave one and say that it’s all going to be okay, but is it? I’m sure that somewhere in the back of these parents mind they have to wonder if they can keep the pieces together like this. It’s a lot to take in and everyone deserves a break.

I know that a few days at Disney World does not cure any illness, but it does a whole lotta healing for the spirit. That can be better than any medicine sometimes. This trip gives kids and families something to look forward to and then something to look back on. Smiles and laughs and once in a lifetime experiences that come without the worries that they’re used to. This trip is designed so that they don’t have to so much as pay for an ice cream cone while they’re in the park. It’s THAT stress free. When we get to surprise the families with the news that they’re going on the trip, we tell them that they just need to pack undies, socks, shoes, and shorts, because we’ve got the rest covered. Hats, shirts, and everything else…and it’s all because of your donations and the fantastic partnerships Kidd’s Kids has with companies like Southwest Airlines and Raising Canes. But it’s like we’ve said on the air time and time again, it’s the few dollars here and there that really add up. So don’t feel like your $10 doesn’t matter because IT DOES. It truly does. Think about it. When you go to Wal-Mart and your kid wants a $10 toy, you don’t hesitate to say no because a $10 toy every time you go to the store really adds up. Just like these donations! Think about it that way. Nothing is too big or too small. We’ll take your big checks, too. Gladly.

If you want to make an impact that you can actually hear on the radio in November, make sure to help us out tomorrow. There are too many ways to donate for me to try and explain them all, so just bookmark KiddsKids.com. You can see pics of past trips, videos, and keep up with events going on throughout the year. And tomorrow isn’t the only day you can donate. You can give anytime. Tomorrow is just the one show a year we dedicate to raising money for the trip. I’m pretty proud of a couple things you will hear tomorrow, so please make sure you’re listening. Since Kidd is not here to issue one anymore, I will go ahead and say this ahead of time. Mascara alert on a couple of things. Worthwhile, though. I promise.

Long story short. Tomorrow. KiddsKids.com. Kidd’s Kids Day 2014. Come on. Make this trip happen.