We've just returned from five days in Bend that were all about the pink! Y'know, pink. In honor of those who've battled cancer, in memory of those who have lost their battle and in support of those who are battling still. The activities of this week, specifically, were to benefit Sara's Project, named for Sara Fisher who was my high school guidance counselor. Sara battled cancer while I was still in school and sadly, lost her battle one year after I graduated. She was a great lady who left an incredible legacy. Our activities started on Wednesday with a jewelry show put on by my friend Hollie, Silpada Rep Extraordinaire, and hosted by yours truly. If you wanted to make it and couldn't, go here to see her catalog online. It's really cool jewelry. Thank you to those of you who came out. Thank you to those of you who ordered online. Thank you to those of you who made a donation instead. I can assure you, this cause is worth your time and money. Today's Heaven Can Wait Walk/Run now has over 4,000 participants annually and has raised over $600,000- for Sara's Project. They're working towards obliterating cancer and supporting women who are fighting for their lives, not to mention their breasts.
Y'know, breasts.
The Girls.
Tah Tahs.
Jugs.
Bosoms.
Mammaries.
Hooters.
Melons.
Knockers.
Boobs, people. Boobs.
Say it with me.
One of my favorite things about these events are that women are talking. To each other. To their daughters. To their sisters. To anyone who'll listen. Awareness is a big priority, and it seems to be making a difference. Here are some pics from our week.
The firefighters who take these trucks all around the country, do so on their own vacation days in the name of breast cancer awareness. On Friday we went out to see the trucks which are covered with the signatures of survivors, like my mom. Go pink!
On a trailer behind one of the fire trucks....
Today's walk to benefit Sara's Project.
Julane's and my shirt....
My mom's shirt....
Here we go....
On the course....
Even the pups wore pink.
Uncle Jim gives Libby a ride.
Peyton has ice cream after the race.
What a cool event....
On Peyton's back....
I'll end with a major victory, not for wiping out breast cancer, but for wiping of an entirely different kind. We're packing the potty everywhere these days because, it seems, Peyton is ready. Today, in front of God and thousands of runners/walkers who were gathered at the finish line, Peyton pooped on her pink potty. I think I haven't changed a diaper in a week. A week, people! Go Peyton! Go pink!
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