Dude, NO!
Dude, Stop! 
Dude!
Dude.
What the? Dude?
What Dude?
Aw, Yes! Dude!
Awesome, dude. 
Did you see that, Dude?
Dude, yea! 
Stop saying dude!
What's the problem, Dude..... ette?
Dudette! That was funny, dude!
Last November I walked in the Breast Cancer 3 Day in Dallas. It was an amazing experience. And, I did it. I walked all 60 miles. Miss Little Uncoordinated! And even more amazing than walking all that way is that I, city girl Cheryl, camped in one of these tents.
And I used these porta-potties for three days straight. Well, not these two exactly. They didn't keep moving them so I could visit the Cowgirl Restroom.
A strange feeling develops as you get ready to exit the potty. You feel like you're forgetting something. Um- like flushing! Not required. Please exit the building
You find yourself asking, "How much further to the cheering station?" Getting there is the motivation. Walking through the cheers keeps you going.
The Susan G. Koman Foundation really does a great job at organizing this event. Seeing all the funny boob jokes on signs, the vans decorated in themes, the medical staff, the staff at street crossings- it's just a good thing. They keep you walking, too. People like this:
Signs that say: Save a life! Grope your wife!
No seriously! I had to pee for about a mile or two back! I needed a porta-potty!
Closing ceremonies were especially cool to watch. In the photo below is my friend Rosie McGuill in the pink shorts. She's a breast cancer survivor. She's standing next to her husband Michael who also walked.
I left the weekend feeling both exhausted and exhilarated. Accomplished. My only injury were matching blisters under the toes next to the big toe which both fell off eventually but they're growing back fine now.
JB asks, "Why are boobs called hooters?" Oh my. Enter lame explanation from mom here. Then he brings up the restaurant, Hooters. I ask, "Do the girls at Hooters have big breasts?"
Wait! Pull to the right! 
No! Pull to the left!
Your going down, Austin. Sorry my friend. You were a worthy anchor adversary but you're going down.
Pull, I say! Pull! Your recess for the rest of the year depends on it!! Pull!
NO! REALLY PULL! Put your backs into kids! You're young. Come on! Don't bite your tongue off there buddy! What are you smiling at little girls? Pull!
You did it! Time to celebrate! Go ahead. Jump around and throw your hands in the air like you just don't care! You won!
Come on boys! Show me your muscles!
No! Really show me! That's better. Way to go Ms. Bailey's class. First grade Tug of War Champs 2009.
Peace, Love & First Grade. Hmph! How about all is fair in love and tug of war!
I don't really like this white stuff. It's cold. And wet. And cold.
Drew and JB say they love it. They're out there in my gloves. Each gets one snow glove and one pink fabric glove.
But I still remember a time when little men would be whining saying it was too cold.
This is too cold. And too heavy. It broke lots of tree limbs.
Drew is wearing a windbreaker! Seriously?
Luckily, I only had to go from home garage to work garage with just the one stop at school to pick up kids. These pictures were taken from inside.
Field Day (May 2009) was a lot of fun! It was beautiful day and we had root beers, snow cones, lots of candy and tons of fun!