This morning was the Tidwell Cancer Foundation's Walk and Pancake Breakfast.
It was at Ashley Furniture, at Columbus Park Crossing -- a shopping center we affectionately call "Hooterville," since Hooters was one of the first businesses in the area, and because, until recently, it used to be woods.
Started early, was cold, and turnout was light.
But it was for a good cause, and those that did come out were enthusiastic.
I wore a pink hat. And, no, I don't have any pictures of me in a pink hat.
Oh, and Chris Cakes of Atlanta handled the Pancake Breakfast portion of things.
My neice (Miss Columbus Teen 2009) and her mother (The Mean Sister) drover over last night, arriving at Casa Basil about 1:00 AM. I gave them the TiVo remote and went to bed.
But, this morning, went to the fundraiser and tried to raise a little money for breast cancer research.
Why not check out your local paper, pay attention to the commercials on radio and TV, and notice flyers around town? You might find out about a worthwhile fundraiser going on.
You'll be cold, wet, and tired.
And feel good about it.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Walking for cancer research
This morning was the Tidwell Cancer Foundation's Walk and Pancake Breakfast.
It was at Ashley Furniture, at Columbus Park Crossing -- a shopping center we affectionately call "Hooterville," since Hooters was one of the first businesses in the area, and because, until recently, it used to be woods.
Started early, was cold, and turnout was light.
But it was for a good cause, and those that did come out were enthusiastic.
I wore a pink hat. And, no, I don't have any pictures of me in a pink hat.
Oh, and Chris Cakes of Atlanta handled the Pancake Breakfast portion of things.
My neice (Miss Columbus Teen 2009) and her mother (The Mean Sister) drover over last night, arriving at Casa Basil about 1:00 AM. I gave them the TiVo remote and went to bed.
But, this morning, went to the fundraiser and tried to raise a little money for breast cancer research.
Why not check out your local paper, pay attention to the commercials on radio and TV, and notice flyers around town? You might find out about a worthwhile fundraiser going on.
You'll be cold, wet, and tired.
And feel good about it.
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Well of course you get a picture of us girls looking our ''prime''. But hey I'm not complaining. While it was cold. It was a lot of fun. Especially when the pancake man decided that it would be funny to watch a queen try to catch hot flying pancakes. And, of course the first one lands on my pants and explodes. My poor sweatpants will never look the same.
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