My sister asked me if I would be her other half for a team for Avon's major breast cancer awareness walk in DC this May. Of course I would! What a great way to bond with my sister while raising awareness for breast cancer!
Maybe get a little PR for the whole Hope Diamond / Harry Winston thing... this could be fun!
|What curse? Our father, Richard Winston,|
putting the Hope Diamond on a model. 1958?
Of course we have to wink/nod at the Hope Diamond (did I mention we have connections to the Hope Diamond, our great uncle being Harry Winston and all?) and me being the breast cancer survivor, I wanted to get kinda cheeky (refer to my victory flag pink ribbon tattoo post) and suggested The Winston Cups. My sister, the team captain and total-under-appreciator of NASCAR, proposed Hope & Diamonds... but I can't contact a past NASCAR Winston Cup champion (you see where I'm going with this?) for support when I sound like some Park Avenue princess... oh wait....
It's like trying to pick a band name. We veered into odd territories for a few days... Quadroboobia... pitched possibilities via facebook posts... did I mention my sister is a G cup? We took a step back, reviewed our goals, and finally decided on.... *drum roll*
Hope & Diamonds
|On location: yet another diamond reference... |
Support Winston Cups!!!
I can walk 39 miles... I walk that in one race weekend at Watkins Glen. I will start training tomorrow. When those snow squalls stop. And if it turns into 36 miles of unstoppable hope and 3 miles of incessant whining, at least we can say we did it! Did what, I still have yet to learn. I hope there's a bubble bath at the end of it. And Swedish Fish.
I'm already exhausted and I haven't even opened my first legal document. Or raised a dime.
39 miles. Me and my sister. Hahahahahaaa!!!!
Dear Mr. Labonte...