Who will join me??...Part Deux

As written previously... I am doing this Run/Walk for Arthritis in August. I'd really appreciate any support you can give me... moral, financial, etc... I'd LOVE for you to JOIN my team of walkers.. But I'll take whatever I can get. The winning team name is....."Hot Joints"... A collaborative effort (already thinking like a team, ladies!!)... by Jackie, Hannah, and Mary! Congratulations!!

If you'd like MORE information on how to contribute or join.... please click upon the following link!

http://RunWalkToIrishFest.kintera.org//hotjoints/
(OK. I don't know how to make that a working link... so just copy and paste, my friends!...)

Who will join me??...

I have decided to do the unthinkable ... I have decided to walk for charity. Yes. That's right. Not only that, but it's the Arthritis Foundation,...so that seemed like a pretty silly idea when I had to sign the waiver that says I'm physically fit to participate in the walk. If I HAVE Arthiritis, I'm probably not all that fit. But whatever! I'm so doing it!!!... Now all I need is a team... and a team name... and some donations... Anyone who wants to join my team is welcome. Age, race, gender, physical ability... doesn't matter! Come and join the fun! Answer the call!! August 19th in Milwaukee...

PS... You get free admission to Irish Fest that day, so that'll be cool right? Plus a T-shirt and a goody bag? And the possibility of winning other prizes?? So let me hear those glad "I will join you!"s ringing from the rooftop! I think our Team.... uh... whatever it's name turns out to be... will be AWESOME! Plus it'll be fun. And healthy! And a great way to show someone you know with Arthritis (i.e..me!) that you would love to walk beside my slow self on the way to Irish Fest!

Italy, Go Home!!...

(If anyone is keeping score in the Liz vs Martha posting war, I am ahead 1:0...)

I am in a deep, dark depression after yesterday's Germany/Italy game. At first, I thought I'd be fine... but the more people tell me "it's just a game" and "you'll be fine"...the less fine I am. Look. You people don't get it. So leave me alone in my grief. Only A.J. gets it. That's it. So back up off me. I do not want to hear your witty comments, amusing banter, or good-natured teasing.

I am certainly going to blog about the game someday...but for me, the pain is still too near. Therefore, I go off to bed - to cry, to whine, to writhe around in pain -- basically to act like an Italian soccer player! ha!

Never before did I believe these words would cross my lips, but yes.... I am officially a fan of the French soccer team. (But only until the Final ... then back to hating them, too.)

PS...I have instituted a ban on all things Italian in my life. This includes, but is not limited to: food, cars, movies, and boys of Italian geneology. The ban will be in place until I feel better -- so it may never be lifted. (The exception to this ban is my sister, Hannah. She is not Italian, but sometimes believes she is. I love her anyway. But I encourage her to tread softly until I am more myself...)