Well, it's not going to kill you

All around good day

Good Advisory Board meeting - much proprietary info so we'll just leave it at that except to say the BCC is down donation wise just like every other non-profit in the country.  

Lovely massage - oh my darling Dionne, she has magic fingers and our brains are on the same wave length.  Sometimes we spend so much time solving the problems of the world the 90 mins. passes in a flash.

The smoke is somewhat better but you still have to know the hills across the valley are there to be able to visualize them.

Catching up with my favorite blogs.   Eliza, Nikki, Pundit Mom, Huffingtonpost, Salon.com (be sure to check out ask the pilot it's very entertaining)  I'm still waiting for an intelligent conservative blog because I want to understand the other side. And my secret, secret addiction celebrity baby blog.  I love babies, Id have a dozen if I could give them away when they turned 3.  I so enjoyed spending time with our nephews and niece when they were little and my friends babies but I so much more loved giving them back.

 

In weather related news

It is 7 pm here in sunny Healdsburg and a mere 94 degrees. I still have a load of laundry to do because I need a dress to wear to an "affair" tomorrow.  At least it's drip dry so no dryer involved.

 After we got home from the farmers market this morning we all headed into the bedroom because that's were the air conditioner lives.  LR and I read.  The dog slept.  The cats slept/talked/moaned/wanted in/wanted out/wanted back in.  Rinse and repeat.

I've decided to invent a cat door opener.  It works like this cat walks to door, cat yells at door, door opens, cat walks through, door shuts, cat yells at door, door opens, cat walks through, door shuts, repeat as necessary.  Our cats never quietly walk up to us and say hello could you please open the door to let me out and then as soon as you've shut the door will you open it so I can come back in thank you very much.  No, each of them stands at the door and cusses like a sailor in the sure belief that this will get the door to do their bidding.  And you know what, eventually the door DOES do their bidding with a little help from some one with thumbs.

The 'affair' tomorrow is the Pinot Family Reunion.  It's an expensive fundraiser for the Breast Care Center, but an oh so lovely one.  At $80 a ticket it features high end Pinot Noirs along with appetizers, upscale personages and lots of schmoozing.  LR and I get in free in return for volunteering for a couple of hours.  Nice work if you can get it.  It's just the whole dress part that I'm not looking forward to.  Well actually not the dress part as I live in cotton sundresses in the summer it's the fancy dress part. However I draw the line at pantyhose.

It makes me proud

Some how it comes up in many a conversation lately that women are visiting the Sutter Breast Care Center and love the place despite the mammogram.

The staff, each and every one of them, is stellar. I feel loved each and every time I enter the building but they know me there. To hear other people tell me the staff is wonderful is music to my ears. We women of Sonoma Co are surely blessed to have this place.

Kudos and many thanks to Amy Shaw MD and Nancy Bellen, survivor extraordinaire, who had the vision and the will to see it happen. And more kudos to Retha Snyder RN who keep the place up, running and the caring place it is.

So this is what power feels like

No matter how you look at it the Democratic party is on it's way to making history. The first ever Black or Woman presidential candidate. And California finally gets a chance to play a part in the decision. Cool! I'll be happy to vote for either of them as my man John Edwards has left the race.

Now onto the issues - Healthcare, Healthcare, Healthcare. So I don't have to worry about hitting the cap on my insurance, you don't have to worry about whether you have enough coverage and the Breast Care Center doesn't have to have a fund to provide women who fall through the cracks mammograms, ultrasounds and the like.

Yep, caps on insurance is one of those things you worry about when you've had to battle cancer. Can you imagine what it would be like to have it reoccur only to have your insurance company say um, sorry we've spent all we're going to on you. It's one of those 'minor' things you never think about until... Along with oops, you didn't calll us before you had emergency surgery. Yes we're still fighting the battle of the Hawaii hospital bill almost 14 months later.

Oh my achin' feet... for a very good cause

My feet are currently encased enveloped in these lovelies.  I'm breaking them in and learning to walk on them without falling on my face.  Not my usual footwear of choice and I'll explain why in a moment.  Generally my footwear is my feet, socked if they're cold.
When required to wear shoes Summer will find me in these in brown or these in black or green (mine are slightly different but you get the idea) when required to prove I can actually dress up.  I get through Winter in these in black and a lovely purpley color they not longer make.  I also have these only mine are red leather, and these and oh, these.  I could keep going as I have 28 pair of shoes in the closet, a pair by my chair, gym shoes in the truck and the pair on my feet.  But I'll stop now.  Yes I admit I'm a shoe junkie, given the money I'd have many, many more

The very good cause is Catwalk for A Cure.  It's our biggest fund raiser for the BCC and a total blast.  There are vendors before the show starts giving away pink things along with champagne and sometimes cookies!

During lunch, Amy, Charlie and several other people speak including the head of Sutter Santa Rosa, Mike Cohill.  We present the Community Catalyst award and then head into the live auction.  That's when things get really fun.  Much wine and champagne has been consumed by this point so there is very competitive bidding.  Following the auction is the actual Catwalk part.  We have many model groups including the military moms.  Last year they brought the crowd to their feet with a roar.  We also have the firefighters who get things hot, funny ha ha.  The last group is always the survivors.  This year I feel like a survivor so I'm modeling.

Long way around it but that's why my feet are an achin'.