5.05.2006

TNT 2006

OK

All serious and stuff. This post is not about drinking, the Weather Channel or my husband's band. Nor is it about my drinking problem or lack thereof.

We rode a Century Ride last year and raised over $7000 for TnT, the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. Yep, we rode 100 miles. And that was in ONE day. What? Yah, I know, we're insane. We plan on doing another Century Ride this November. Yes, we plan to raise over $8000 for this endeavor.

OK, I'm down with the ride. I did it before, on a mountain bike with slick tires, and I can do it again. (buying into the bravado? I am at 80%) The 4000 simolians apiece?? Help a brother out. That's a lot of cash-eesh. Anyway...

We were also selected as "mentors" for the team:
  • One, we were willing.
  • Two, we rode last year.
  • Three, we will ride and raise funds this year.
  • Four, we are social and willing to commiserate.

OK, no foolin' around. We're on board this year. Holy crap, we need to raise money, train and complete the ride. You know what? I love this cause, it's near and dear to my heart. I'm confident I can train....can I fundraise again??

Can I fundraise again?? Yeah, I think so. As we progress, more training details, less drinking details. OK? I hope you have the program. I hope I have the progam. Comments and smart ass remarks, that's up to you.

2 comments:

Uncle Crappy said...

If you hit me up during college football season -- when I'm drunk about 90 percent of the time -- I'll probably be even more generous that I was last year.

And you thought you were so sneaky, blogwise ... I actually had been meaning to check out what Hell Pellet was, as I had been getting some referrals from there ... or, here, rather. Nice work; I'm impressed. The only thing that bothers me is that you've been doing this for two months and you already have a cooler template than my cheesy Blogger-Standard-Issue design ... golly, I wish I knew someone who was good with computers...

Uncle Crappy said...

OK. More than a couple of months. Christ, I can be completely oblivious sometimes. Or, Bolivious, if you're Mike Tyson...