We’ve been using neighbor wifi for the past 6 months which may or may not be classified as minor sinning. It has now been locked and we’re in the process of getting cable internet. Until then, posting will be light.

This weekend was unbelievable. Together with my sisters, we raised nearly ten thousand dollars for breast cancer prevention and research. That is so much fun to say out loud. And with all of the efforts of the 2,000 walkers in the Boston 3-day, we are $5 million bucks closer to a day where my kids are as scared of being diagnosed with breast cancer as I am of polio. Friggin awesome.

I’ll be posting more for you throughout the week, mostly Daily Daguerreotypes from memorable moments. Some major discoveries from this weekend:

1- I’m totally doing this again. In fact I’m going to walk until cancer is eradicated.
2- I crumble in the heat. Absolutely crumble. Must move to Anchorage.
3- I am fully capable of walking 60 miles in three days without knee or ankle injuries.
4- My sisters truly are my best friends.
5- And it’s really fun to get away from our husbands and kids for a weekend.
6- But I missed Matt SO MUCH. And seeing him was better than I imagined.
7- Although no matter where I go, and no matter what I do, I can’t avoid crushing on nerdy sound engineers with glasses and big toothy grins.
8- My “Arrested Development” character is Maybe.
9- Don’t assault a Man With Heart in the middle of the night to acquire cough drops only to make the slip of tongue that he’s a “Man Without Heart.”
10- Blue Gatorade makes me giddy.

Ok, so I’m doing it. I’m watching the men’s 200m backstroke.

HELLO! These boys have very nice physiques.

That’s all I’m tryin to say. 

I hope that you’re happy now that Matt is GLARING AT ME!

So Matt dropped the Volvo off at the shop this morning because of a strange clanking sound. And because we’re down to one car now, he had to get a Hertz rental car, luxuriously provided by the mechanic. Around noon, I received a text from him with the following photo of the rental car… a 2008 Ford Mustang. Could he look any more like a girly man driving around in a brand new suped up Mootang? I submit that he could not.

Although cruising around in a Volvo wagon isn’t doing much for his machismo either.

Thanks for all of your kind words sent via email, blog and Facebook. Anyone who is skeptical of online community can come kiss Berlin on the mouth.

My mom has healed quite a bit over the weekend, and Matt and I had a blast hanging out with her and my Dad. Unfortunately, I started to feel pretty crappy yesterday evening and came home to load up on Benadryl and head to bed around Niner. I felt even worse today, so here I am at home suckin’ on cough drops and blowing my nose every 15.76 seconds.

But don’t worry. Just because I’m home doesn’t mean I’m watching the Olympics. I wouldn’t want to let Matt down.

Check back in later tonight. Guest post from Matty is expected.