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It’s early and I’m not really awake yet. But in 30 minutes, I’ll be on my way to Opening Ceremonies of The 3 Day.
Thank you so much to everyone for all of your donations and terrific support!
I’ll be back on Sunday with billions of pictures and stories, I’m sure.
The 3 Day is tomorrow. Twenty-four hours from now, I’ll be walking in a sea of thousands that have all dedicated their time and energy in raising money for breast cancer. I’ll probably hug them all.
I could write paragraph upon paragraph about how much the walk means to me and how important of a fixture it is in my life. But since I’m at work, and that would make me cry buckets upon buckets, I’ll refrain from now and just say thank you. Thank all of you for all of the support you given me, Jenni, and the rest of Team Boobylicious by happily participating in all of our fundraisers. Because of your extreme generosity, we’ve raised over $25,000.
If you’re in the area, feel free to cheer us on. The encouragement we get from seeing people we know and even strangers applauding us for our efforts is unbelievably inspirational. There are several cheering stations along the way and just by watching the walkers go by, you’ll see how much your time is appreciated. The 3 Day site has maps, if you’re so inclined.
You know what’s going to happen about two weeks after the walk? We’re going to start all over again and this time we’re going to recruit you (yes, all of you!) to join us on the walk. It’s an experience that can hardly be described by words. It consumes your life, but in a way that makes you realize you can make a difference.
And just for the record, I’m currently sitting at $2985 in donations. I think I have a few more checks that are being sent in, so a goal I thought was impossible stands a good chance of being reached. Amazing.
Update: I hit my goal!! I’m now over $3000, thanks to one of my account managers at work. Woo hoo! Next year – $4000? :)
Captain Riley Pants* is a pretty good puppy. He’s 14 months old and is pretty much the best roommate ever, except for the tiny white hairs absolutely everywhere.
He knows both verbal and hand signals for sit, shake, lay down, and stay. He obeys “Leave it” like it’s the law of the land, and as much as I’m slightly embarassed to admit it, he also knows the command “hug”. I figured it wouldn’t hurt him to know that since he doesn’t have any balls anyway, right?
There’s just one thing he’s never been able to do, and that’s leave something on his nose for any amount of time. Pupcorn, pieces of Kraft American singles, bits of hot dog, a sock, you name it – there’s just nothing touching that smooshed-in snout of his.
Today, as I do everyday, I read Dooce. I then watched Chuck balance chicken jerkey on his head. 16 pieces of it. And, then I had to watch the Japanese dog balance 32 pieces of something on his head. They seem to have the food-balancing-on-the-head market nailed, so I’m going to try something new. I just haven’t figured it out yet.
*I’m trying a new one out since Little Riley Fancy Pants kind of implies he’s gay, and since he got two dog-boners around a female dog, the jury is still out on my puppy’s sexual orientation. But whatever it is, I’ll love him all the same.
You probably don’t have much clue as to how much I love this kid. So, I’ll give you an example.
For her first birthday, I sent her a package full of things. One of those things happened to be a piggy bank from IKEA. Every 1 year old needs something from IKEA, right?
The plan, according to The Cuz, was to fill the bank with the new Minnesota quarters. It wasn’t until recently that I started looking for them when I get change.
And then, there I was – standing at the Coke machine yesterday with two quarters in my pocket. I was ready to put the final quarter in, when I just happened to look at it. Yep, you guessed it – a Minnesota quarter. After probably three whole minutes of deliberation, I finally put it back in my pocket.
So, dear Clara Jane, you sent me into caffeine detox yesterday just by merely existing. Minus the Red Bull I needed for breakfast this morning, you managed to probably make my walking experience this weekend a lot more tolerable by depriving me of my caffeine a few days prior.
I owe ya one, kiddo.
I bought some Motrin yesterday at Target, because I wanted to take some on the walk with me. You know, in case I developed any pain and/or cramps after walking 20 miles a day.
I think my ovaries and uterus were paying attention to my Target purchase, because they seem to be having an ultimate cage fighting match today. I appreciate the fact that they want to make sure the Motrin works, but if this ultimate cage fighting match results in any blood during The 3 Day, I will be absolutely furious.
I do not wish to stock my ultra-hip fanny pack with feminine products again this year. It is not fun. At all. Especially when you throw port-a-potties full of three days worth of human waste into the mix. I did it last year and on a scale of fun, with 1 being I’d rather pour salt in my open wounds and 10 being having an ice cream sundae with Joe Mauer, I would rank having my period while walking sixty miles a big fat -5107.
I’ve never watched Dancing with the Stars. I Tivo too much shit (and yes, it’s all pretty much shit) in the fall as it is. I may have to be moving around my Tivo schedule a bit this year.
Joey Lawrence and Mario Lopez are both going to be on the 3rd season of this lame ass dancing show. I’m only calling it lame ass because the only dancing I love watching involves either 3 year old kids in tap shoes or something that involves a backspin or boy bands.
I might be able to talk my dad into watching, but only because Jerry Springer is going to be on it, too.
I admit a lot of things here that I probably should not. I have a feeling that’s what keeps you all coming back for more. Here we ago again.
I’m watching Flavor of Love 2. It’s quite possibly the biggest trainwreck I’ve been privy to watching on TV. As far as I know, there have only been two episodes. I’m in the middle of the second one right now.
In the first episode, Flavor Flav gave all 20 girls nicknames, because he can’t remember their real names. Viewers get to watch brief confessionals of girls Flav’s nicknamed Hood (who says she’s from Compton), Nibblz (who was almost nicknamed Tyson, because she has the same lisp as Mike Tyson), and Buckwild (a waitress whose currently on probation for fighting and whose last serious boyfriend was 70 years old). Can you see where the entertainment value is already?
The rest of the girls in the house are just as entertaining as the next. Especially Somethin’. She shat on the steps of Flavor Flav’s house at the end of the first episode. Did I mentioned this was quality entertainment?
Now, I’m watching the 2nd episode. It starts out with the girls in a party bus, complete with stripper pole. Now Flav’s picked three of the girls to join him for dinner. Dinner is a bucket of chicken from KFC. Yeah, I’m probably going to love this show.
Oh, I totally had a dream this morning.
I was helping my dad and my uncle Pete load up a Uhaul truck full of mattresses. We worked for a while and then decided to take a lunch break. We headed into this small deli-type place, where we ordered turkey sandwiches.
I was soon eating by myself, when I looked up and noticed David Ortiz was in the corner. Clearly we were in Boston.
I finished eating and went to throw my trash away when I noticed Nomar Garciaparra. He was walking towards the door, and because Nomar and I are best friends (at least in my dream), I said in my best Jimmy-Fallon-Bostonian-accent, “See ya around, Nomah”.
Of course, he waved as he walked out the door. And at the same time, I happened to turn around and notice Erika sitting at a table reading a book. See? I was clearly in Boston. I told her about my recent Nomar encounter, and as we looked out the window at him, he waved and threw up some rock hands. What’d I say? Nomar and I are tight.
Erika and I went back to chat for a while, and then I woke up when it thundered and I got a text message all at the same time.
My company’s summer picnic, which includes a Saints baseball game, is today. I was super excited about it. Until then I realized I left the tickets for the game at my desk at work. Now, I’d go get them, but I seem to have misplaced by badge that allows me to get into the door.
I love how I often turn the simplest things ever (like remember to bring home baseball tickets) into the most drama-filled event on the face of this earth.
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