Pink is Just a Color

Pink is Just a Color

Pink, being a tomboy, it really is not my color. I remember when my sister and I went to summer camp one year, I was 11 and she was 9. Our mother had redecorated our room, painted it pink and added ballerina wallpaper. I laughed at the color, made fun of the ballerinas and wondered why my mother would do that! My sister loved it. Pink is her color. She buys everything pink!

Many years later, I was approached by a co-worker and asked to walk 60 miles in 3 days AND raise $2,100 to do it. I don’t remember what my immediate response was, (I’m sure it was pfft, she is nuts!!) but I eventually came around and said yes. That was 2001, later that same year my mother was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer. Suddenly Pink was more than just a color in my world. I now associate pink with breast cancer. I buy things that are pink, I raise money with pink things with ribbons. To me, pink isn’t just a color anymore. Pink represents hope of a future for some, it was for my mother, for another 10 years. When she did pass, it wasn’t from breast cancer. So this year, I will again walk 60 miles in 3 days and I’ll be in pink, thinking of her and that crazy ballerina wall paper.

 

via Daily Prompt: Pink

Soaring Over San Diego

Soaring Over San Diego

My husband and I recently took a biplane ride from the McCellan airport with Fun Flights. We flew the coastline from Carlsbad to La Jolla and back and we had a blast! I am not particularly fond of flying but my husband loves all things with wings! Our pilot, Tom, could sense my fear and was flying cautiously. It was a bit cloudy and cool outside but we still had a wonderful time. Now my husband wants me to get in a hot air balloon, we shall see!

Hello and welcome

Hello and welcome

I started this blog to bring my thoughts together in one place. I am involved in a lot of different things; camping, hiking, DNA research, genealogy, fundraising for a couple different organizations, diet & exercise, to name a few. Here, I hope to share, learn, and widen my circle on some of these things (I might throw in a recipe or two along the way).

So hello and welcome to my chaotic, hectic, rambling circle.