So Halloween is over.  The election is over.  Breast Cancer Awareness month is over.  (Although my local grocery stores still have shelves full of pink soup cans!)  Our ladies are almost done fundraising. 

 What else is left? 

 Hmmn?

Oh, of course.  

The walk!  

60 Miles.  

That is a loooong way. 

 That is approximately the distance from London (seen here looking pink)

To the White Cliffs of Dover (seen here looking pink)

Also the distance from Dover to Brighton!

Hmmmmn.  I may have the wrong Brighton there!  

The important thing is that it is pink!  

No, wait.  The important thing is that it is 60 miles.   Our Ladies have been training since March or April so they are very ready; but there is still a bit of aprehension here and there.  Well, you know - except from Wendy.  I love Wendy but that woman is strange!  She runs for relaxation.  

(I would assume from that that she has no idea how to REALLY relax - except she has five kids so obviously . . . .)  

Sorry, I got distracted thinking 'relaxing' thoughts.  We were talking about Wendy.  This is not one of my recycled blond jokes - this is true:  when Wendy signed up with Team H.O.P.E.  she asked if she could run the 60 miles instead of walking them.  

The answer is NO!  You're also not allowed to do a step aerobics class in the camp site at the end of the day!  (The first rule is for the safety of the walkers, the second rule is for your own safety. Three day walkers are generally sweet women but the sight of someone doing their Jane Fanda bit at the end of the day migh cause them to become violent!)

Just lookin at that picture makes me a bit violent!

There are other rules, some pesky and some common sense.  I did find this bit from the official site a wee bit odd:

Abusive behavior towards crew and staff will not be tolerated under any circumstances.

Is that really a problem?  Sigh.

I'll be telling y'all more about the route and the cheering stations and whatnot later.  Until then you may be wondering about the fist picture uptop.  That is the book cover of "The Long Walk" by Richard Bachman.  (Who is really Stephen King - but that's not really the point)

If you have never read "The Long Walk" I highly recommend it.  Keep in mind that this book   was written years and years before reality shows started appearing on TV, as was The Running Man.  (And yet both were written after the 1973 story Rollerball Murder by William Harrison) 

 

We may have to exlore this topic in a bit more depth later.  But for now I suggest you get yourself to a library or used bookstore (or even a new bookstore) and read The Long Walk.  

On a completely unleated topic (yes - I am implying that everything else is related!) I have received a cute photo from many of my email friends.  I was trying to figure out when and how to best use it here.  Then I was reading an article this mornig about how  to convince people to read ones blog. 

There was good (if obvious) advice.  There was also some very sarcastic and borderline hateful comments about cute cat pictures and cute kid pictures.  I wish I could find the site so I could quote directly but trust me - the guy was rude!  

So naturally I must run the cute kid picture I've been saving.  And I went online and found a 'cute' cat picture.  Not that I really find cats cute. 

 If you like cats and would like to adopt one or more please drop us a line - Our  Tina has more than a few cats that she is trying to find homes for. They have been spade and/or nuetered.  

Time is Fleeting, Madness takes its toll. . . .

So I received an email from Miss Jeannie.  She claims I got the date wrong for the three day walk.  I said November 15th and the walk actually begins on the 14th, so I can understand why she mistakenly thought I was mistaken.  

Silly woman.  The walk lasts for three days - therefore the 15th is the median time of the walk.  Or maybe that would be the average?  

Actually it's both - which is not always the case with Medians and Averages.  

Can you imagine walking 20 miles a day for three days?  

I saw Jeannie and Kristine yesterday - walking naturally.  It was 96 degrees at the time.  The official high yesterday was 94;  but my thermometor was reading 96!

Did you kow that Arizona does not participate in Day Light Savings Time?  I like that about Arizona.

So have you noticed all the pretty calendars I've included here?

Why ancient calendars and not pics of modern rectangualr and/or digital calendars?

Because round calandars are rather breastlike.

And since breast cancer is still killing women - many feel an urgent need to find a cure.  Or a better treatment or a preventitive.  So these people raise money and participate in fundraising / awareness events.  Like the Breast Cancer 3-day walk that takes place on November 14th, 15th, and 16th.

Which brings us full circle - kinda like a calendar of old.

Wishing you enough time to do what you must and what you want.

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Happy Halloween!

Wow, it's hard to believe Breast Cancer Awareness month is over already.  There is so much more Pink to explore.  We're still in the BCA mood here at Team H.O.P.E. because our three day walk isn't until November 15th.

So don't worry about your daily dose of pink - we'll still be here.

I have something I was going to save for April 1st - but I figure today is good as well.  

If you are easily offended please do not scroll down any farther.

Of course, if you are easily offended I do have to ask if you're sure you are at the right blog?   

Before I get to the part that offend folks I want to tell you how I met some of the ladies.  Y'all know that I met Jeannie and Kristine through cub scouts.  Wendy is also a cub scout mom but I first met her through the PTO.  

I went up to the school one day and there were two women working at the edge of the playground.  The first woman was digging holes just as fast as can be.  She would dig a hole about three feet deep and three feet wide and the other lady would come behind her and fill the hole back up.  I naturally had to ask them what they were doing.  Wendy introduced herself and said she was working on a PTO project.  

I was curious and asked her to tell me more about it.  She said that she and Jeannie and Deanna were planting trees.  I asked her to explain why she was digging the holes and Deanna was filling them back up.  "Oh," she explained, "Jeannie usually works with us putting the trees in the holes but she is sick today."

Pretty bad I know.  But not nearly as bad as this:

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So have a happy and healthy Halloween!

And we sincerely hope y'all have had a happy Breast Cancer Awareness month!

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H.O.P.E.

Good Morning!

We may wander into adult territory today so if you are reading this at work or with a baby on your lap you may want to wait.  But don't wait too long - there is scintillating stuff here!

I know I mentioned this before but it's been awhile.  Did you know that H.O.P.E.  is an acronym?  That would certainly explain the periods between each letter now wouldn't it?  H.O.P.E. stands for Honor Opportunity Purpose and an End to breast cancer.   I won't tell you how Jeannie reacted when she found out there other HOPE teams here in Arizona. . . . but it wasn't pretty!   

Speaking of acronyms, did you know that the world famous USA PATRIOT ACT is an acronym?  Yes indeedy.  Every time I mention this I have to look it up since it is sooooo long.  Here it is:

Uniting and Strengthening America by Providing Appropriate Tools Required to Intercept and ObstructTerrorism Act of 2001

Now you know we NEVER EVER engage in political discussion here.  Simply not the place.  Would it be too inappropriate though, to perhaps wish that they had spent as much time and effort getting the constitutionality part right as they did making the nifty acronym?

Speaking of acronyms. . . . .Acronyms are a fairly new language use.  They were not used in the 1600's.  

Which means if you have heard the story of people being put into the stocks and the official charge reading

For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge

- that is simply not true.  Nor was there ever an acronym of:

Fornication Under Consent of the King

posted above the door of legal brothels.  I hope that clears things up. 

 If you wonder where that word came from there seems to be a consensus among serious linguists that it is derived from a middle English word that meant to strike, move quickly, or penetrate.  Or maybe  from the German word ficken ~  meaning approximately the same thing.  Or maybe even  the Middle Dutch fokken ~ to strike, copulate with.   I'm thinking the word linguist comes from the Italian word Linguine, meaning straight and narrow yet incredibly floppy.

Yeah, I got a 'D' in languages as well as womens's studies!  What's your point?

My point here for even bringing up that word is that, as you may or may not know, Team H.O.P.E. and Simply the Breast sell buttons at our fundraising events.  Many of these buttons have cute sayings related to Breast Cancer.  I like one that has the obligatory pink ribbon and the phrase "Yes Mam."   When my 10 year old saw that button he politely informed me that I had misspelled Ma'am.  So I had to explain the whole mammary, mammogram, mammal thing.  He knew what mammals were,  and he wasn't thrilled with the idea of always thinking about breasts when discussing wildlife.  I didn't have the heart to tell him that in a few years he'll be thinking about breasts all the time anyway.  

So as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted by myself - we have a variety of buttons.  One of the more popular ones reads "If you are going to stare at my breasts, donate a dollar to save them"  Here is another popular design:

Now I hate that particular word with a passion.  I find it simultaneously crude and juvenile.  But I'm just the button maker - not the language use arbitrator that I would love to be.  If it were a perfect world this button would not have sold as well as it did:

Of course, if it were a perfect world women would not DIE from breast cancer.  And if it were a perfect world we would not be so obsessed with the aesthetics of  breasts that having a mastectomy is considered by some women a fate worse than death!  

Which brings us to another button.  I had several requests for a button featuring the word that is not an acronym for for unlawful carnal knowledge.  

Pause a moment while y'all figure out what I just said.  Yep - we had requests for buttons that used that word.  My initial inclination was to say no.  That's not a word I think should be let out to mingle with civilized people.  

Then I remembered something.  When the Susan G Komen campaign first started in the very early eighties there were newspapers that would not cover the subject because they would not use the word "breast" in their papers.  Yes, women were dying, but the word breast might offend someone so. . . . 

That angers me.  If I were not the lady I try to be, I might even say it p*sses me off.  It's a breast for goodness sake!  This wasn't an editorial decision made in the 50's when married couples on TV were always sleeping in separate twin beds - this was a decision made after the success of TV shows like Charlies Angels and Three's Company.  

And do you think the TV networks that made millions of dollars on these jiggly breast fests were allowing the word Breast Cancer to be used in PSA's?  No because it might have offended someone.  Well that offends me!

 I'm not saying I want that word to become as acceptable as the word breast has become.  Uh un, no way.  But I do get that there is anger and frustration related to this cause.  And I get that people express themselves differently.  So I made the objectionable buttons.  And most of them sold. 

I mentioned before that Team H.O.P.E. and Simply the Breast have one more fund raising event we will be attending.  We will be selling our famous Tie Dye t-shirts at the local elementary school Fall Festival.  Of course we will NOT be selling our buttons there.  Which means we have a few left over.  I'm including a picture here.  

If you would like to buy one or more of these buttons just click the pay pal donate button on the right side of the blog and donate.  We're asking 3.00 per button and an extra dollar for postage - the one dollar covering however many buttons you want.  After you donate just drop an email to threedaywalkaz @ yahoo . com and tell us which buttons you want.  And include your address!

Speaking of that word, I learned something interesting last week.  Apparently one of our Team H.O.P.E. members has never ever ever used that word out loud.  Ever.   I wish I could say that.  On one hand I was impressed - on the other hand I have this overwhelming urge to trick her into using it.  I won't of course, that would be rude and tacky.  And I never want to be rude.

And speaking of things our ladies have never done before - one of us has lived here in the southwest for almost 30 years and has never rolled a tortilla into a burrito.  She has eaten burritos and has made quesadillas; but has never rolled her own.    

And speaking of rolling your own. . . . 

Ooops!  Out of time for today.  We'll have to continue this later.

Have a civilized day!

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Fire Truckin . . .

So we went to Scottsdale last night.  I behaved myself.  Wore shoes and everything.  Have I mentioned before how much I LOVE this truck?  

Even if the truck was not escorted by all the motorcycles it would still be a sight to behold.  The bikes are icing on the cake!  Barb, the editor of ThunderRoads Magazine, was invited to ride on the truck from the rally point to the Pink Light District.   I wish I had written down exactly what she said so I could quote her here instead of paraphrasing.  She was excited, naturally.  But she was also awestruck and humbled by the sheer enormity of what the truck represents.  There are over 20,000 signatures of Breast Cancer Survivors and dedications to Breast Cancer Survivors on the truck and trailer.  

I know we are all a bit pink-saturated this month and we become a little numb to the numbers and the stories; but what I would like to remind folks is that Breast Cancer Kills Women. Because of the work of so many people across the nation, each doing their own part and supporting the cause they believe is the most helpful, there are fewer and fewer women dying!  Lives are being saved.   

Dave Graybill, the heart of the Pink Ribbon Tour, spoke to the crowd a little bit about his cross country journey.   He said something that would cause my old Women's Studies and Sociology profs to turn green and squirm.  He was adressing the men in the crowd and said, "It is in our nature, it is instinct, to protect our women!"  My heart fluttered and warmed when he said that.  (of course it should be noted that I received a 'D' in Womens Studies!)  The firefighters and bikers in the audience all nodded when he said that.   Let's face it - firefighters are all about protecting and saving.  (Yes, I know there are women firefighters and that women are capable of taking care of ourselves and yada yada yada.  But I reckon if we are allowed to celebrate the special love, the nurturing and caring and empathy of our women friends then we should also be able to celebrate the dragon-slaying instincts of the men in our lives.)  

Oh, speaking of women firefighters~ there was a representitive of the Phoenix fire department (or maybe scottsdale?) who was helping with the auction.  She wanted to increase the bids so she threw in a ride on a fire truck and a dinner of "the best green chile you've ever tasted."  That was even more tempting than the date with the cute firefighter they started to auction until he told them he was attached.    

I'll be discussing some of the other auction items in a later post.  I want to tell you about every one I met last night but I don't know where to start.  

I finally met some of the women from AIBH.  This is such an incredible organization that I am amazed more people aren't familiar with them.   I will quote their website because when I try to paraphrase I end up using more words than the original.  

. . . offers a woman who has been diagnosed with breast cancer a second opinion, completely free of charge. The volunteer team of physicians and medical professionals are breast health experts whose specialties include breast radiology, breast surgery, medical oncology, radiation oncology, reconstructive surgery, and breast pathology. This team evaluates the best medical and surgical options for the preservation of a woman's life, body and emotional well-being, as well as the continued quality of her life. In a caring, expedient and objective manner, the team will provide a comprehensive evaluation and recommendations for treatment. 

The Patient Advocate at the Arizona Institute for Breast Health organizes the breast cancer cases for weekly discussion and supports each patient through the process.

These are the folks that are responsible for the 'Pink Light District' which is even prettier in person.  I never thought I would say this about the shopping mecca that is this part of Scottsdale - but you really should make the trip!   

Part of what made this evening so incredible was the music!  The DJ played the most appropriate selection of music.  It was fun and lively and woman-positive.  Being out on a warm fall evening listening to Mustang Sally and Pink Cadillac and Teenage Wedding and other classics, being surrounded by people who know how to combine a good time and a good cause, was  just wonderful.  The DJ, Dan Frost, volunteered his time and equipment and talent because a friend of a friend of one of the organizers asked him to.  That 'friend of a friend' phenomenom is one of my favorite parts of this whole fundraising / awareness trip that Team H.O.P.E.  and Simply the Breast are taking.  

Apparently Dan Frost can sing as good as he talks!!  He is part of a band called The New Westerns.    A description of the band from their myspace page.  

The band plays guitar driven original music described as "hard western" or "country with loud guitars". The songs range from 70's California power rock to country western murder ballads. 

Yes, for those of you who weren't aware, there is a murder ballad subset of country music!  As much as I dislike myspace this band is definitely worth taking a listen to!  One of their songs is about a girl named Theda Lee.  I actually know of a Theda Lee (a friend of a friend) in Texas.  I wonder. . . . 

I also met two women, Shala and Jillian,  who were applying very cute and sparkly pink ribbon temprary tattoos.  They were not charging anything, just asking folks to make a donation to the Gaurdians of the Pink Ribbon.  These ladies work at a place called Salon Surreal at 16th street and Glendale in Phoenix.  Shala is an Aesthetician. (okay I admit it - I had to look that word up!)  She has a flawless face so I assume she knows her business.  Jillian is a nail tech.  That I didn't have to look up, they're the ones with those scary little devices called cuticle scissors.  I've seen them in action and they scare me!   All my freinds enjoy manicures and pedicures so I'll try not to judge. . . . 

One of the benefits to working events like this is that you get to promote your business. Apparently someone forgot to tell Shala and Jillian this.  They were all about the Pink Ribbon Tour and I had to specifically ask them where they work. 

Because I was still behaving myself I didn't make any bad Salvador Dali jokes when I heard the name, Salon Surreal.   Even though I'm not the type to engage in all the services of an upscale salon and spa, I have to admit I genuinely liked these ladies.  I'm a bit baffled by people who devote their careers to the beauty arts and yet are not in the least superficial or shallow.  I really shouldn't be surprised - I myself am neither shallow nor superficial and I would love a career applying rhinestones to all flat surfaces in the world! 

I'll probably be telling y'all more about this event later.  Team H.O.P.E. and Simply the Breast only have one more event we've scheduled to attend before the walk and we have no more of our own events this year.  Sigh.  But don't think we are going to fade into obscurity - that ain't our style.

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