Ok, so the Cake Eater sister, Christi, sent me a bunch of photos from Omaha's Walk to Cure Diabetes over a week ago. She asked me to post them, along with a message of profound and undying thanks to all who donated and who helped out by linking to our cause, because she didn't have the time to do so.

Now you, my devoted Cake Eater readers, may be wondering why she had time to hijack the blog for a week, but did not have time to post her own thanks. Well, let me tell you, I don't know how she managed the time to post in the first place, let alone find the time to fulfill my idiotic request to make videos to make the fundraising "more interesting." Here's a quick rundown of all that she's got going on right now: she's a bridal designer and had to rework a dress for a Labor Day weekend wedding whilst simultaneously preparing for her day job as a teacher's aide. And she's got three kids, who need to be fed and looked after, of course. Not to mention, my brother and his family are in the process of moving back to Omaha and she's been helping them out with the adjustment, as well as helping my mother out with my father's (temporary, Thank God) transition to a vegan (yes, I know.) diet. She's a busy chick. Don't quite know how she manages to get it all done, but, somehow, she does. I really seem quite lame in comparison and my excuse of having a whopping case of chemo brain (and low hemoglobin, too, which really doesn't help with the attention-span problems) doesn't really seem to cut it. She's just one of those people, eh? If she had to go through chemo (which I hope she never does) she wouldn't be one to slack at all. I'm sure of it. She's the good kid. I'm the bad seed. Well, I'm not entirely bad, but I'm not her, that's for sure.

That said, I would indeed like to pass along our most heartfelt thanks to all who donated and to our blogger friends, who not only linked to our little project, but who also put in a lot of time and effort to make cakes as incentives. You are all awesome people. Thanks to you, we are *that* much closer to finding a cure, so James can snarf all the Snickers he wants, whenever he wants. Thank you, oh, so much.

And, now, the pictures!

The man goof of the hour---James!

All of the really cool people who got up at the crack of dawn on a really hot and humid August Saturday morning to walk three miles to cure diabetes. These people rock. I wish I could have been there. Really I do.

And this is the Krist family, of which James is but one member. Christi and James should be recognizable by now, but you may not know Jeff, the patriarch of this here clan; Colin, my Godbaby and recent convert to the cult of the long haired hippie children; and Maggie, the girliest girl this side of the Mississippi River (and the orneriest, too.). It, apparently, wouldn't be a complete walk experience without a family picture in front of a giant inflatable coke bottle, now would it?

Thanks again, my devoted Cake Eater readers. We couldn't have gotten this far without you!

Posted by: Kathy at 10:54 AM | Comments (5) | Add Comment
Post contains 584 words, total size 4 kb.