Monday, August 15, 2011

The Princess Guide: i don't want to do this anymore.

I don't want to do this anymore.

I just said that in my smallest, whispery, whiney voice.

I've done this whole 3-Day thing for six years. That's an awful lot of asking people for donations. For help.

I've personally raised over $50,000 for breast cancer research in those six years.

I've begged. Cajoled. Motivated. Cried. Ranted. Raved. Begged. Hounded. Asked.

I've planned and planned and convinced a LOT of people to join me every step of the way.

I've taken on the responsibility of a huge team because I truly felt that was part of God's plan.

I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to plan. I don't want to beg. I don't want to have to convince everyone I know that this quest is essential.

I don't want to hear that you're busy. That you've got too much on your plate. That the walk conflicts with the Opening Day of deer season.

I don't want to hear that your feet hurt or you don't want to sleep in a tent or you don't like peanut butter and jelly graham cracker sandwiches.

I don't want to hear that you have to work or you don't want to miss a soccer game.

I don't want to hear that you're nervous about raising $2300.

I don't want to do this anymore.

I'm tired of being the cheerleader. Always having to be "on" is exhausting.

To be honest, those are the thoughts that rattle through my head when I forget there is no "I" in TEAM.

We're a TEAM -- not just Team Tiara but anyone and everyone who plays any type of role in this quest to find a CURE.

And only as a giant team with thousands and thousands of people working together will we ever reach this goal.

A friend of mine was diagnosed with Stage 2 Ovarian Cancer last week. My first thought: I'm working on the wrong damn disease. (Yes, sometimes I cuss when I talk to myself.)

But you know what? I'm not working on the wrong disease. I truly believe that the CURE will first be found with breast cancer or leukemia and the rest will fall like dominos from there.

And even on my whiniest, stressed days, I KNOW that we can do it. I know it's okay to miss that soccer game, disrupt Opening Weekend, work harder for a few days, so you can take Friday off.

I know it's okay to just come up for Saturday and Sunday if you absolutely can't take Friday off.

I know if you only raise $500 instead of $2300 you're still saving lives.

If you can't walk, please help us raise funds. We need sponsors and golfers and bunko players. We need table hostesses for our dinner on Sept. 12.

We need cheerleaders and walker-stalkers. We need prayers and hugs and love notes sent to us on the event.

We need you in our army and on our side.

And those "I don't want to do this anymore" days? That's when we need you the most.

That's when we need you to give us a boost and assure us that we ARE making a difference!!!

That's when we need you to remind us that what we're doing, even at its most challenging moments, is way easier than chemo.
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Houston Children's Museum!!!!

Introducing our campers to one of our favorite places!!!
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Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Team Tiara Needs Your Help!

Dear Friends,
 
This afternoon it was 103 here in Houston, and walking 60 miles in three days to help find a cure for breast cancer was the LAST thing I wanted to think about.
 
But you know what? Breast cancer doesn't care how hot it is outside, or how dry, or what the stock market is doing. Breast cancer continues to invade lives.
 
I'm writing today to ask for your help. As most of you know, this is Team Tiara's sixth year to walk in the DFW Breast Cancer 3-Day. In six years, we have raised over $490,000 total.
 
As of September 1, 2010, we had raised over $70,000 for our fifth walk. This year, we are behind that mark -- having raised just over $42,000 for the 2011 walk.
 
Yet we continue to hear about more and more women and men who need our help. We hear about 1-2 diagnoses each week. This morning I learned about a 22-year-old woman who is anxiously waiting results. This on top of reports, both good and bad, from several of the survivors we've been able to directly support this year. Please help us us fight this beast.
 
We have three primary ways you can help. Please choose which way works best for you!
 
1. Our 2nd Annual "Tee'd Off at Breast Cancer" Golf & Bunco Classic is September 12 at Hearthstone Country Club in Houston. We need Sponsors and Golfers! If you'd like a copy of our event brochure, or our sponsorship levels, please send me an email to dlyn@team tiara.net.  Or you can register online at www.teamtiara.net under the "Events" button. 
 
Please note: Our Golf & Bunco Classic is running a "Back to School" sale. If you register by September 1, you can pay for one round of golf ($175 player) and a friend can play for FREE. If you already have a foursome arranged, you can register at 50% off. So instead of paying $650 for a foursome, you can pay just $325.
 
You don't want to miss this great event! The funds we raise through our Golf & Bunco Classic will directly impact the level of support we can offer to breast cancer survivors this year.
 
2. You can make a donation directly to Team Tiara. There's a space allotted for just that on our event brochure, or you can simply mail a check to Team Tiara, P.O. Box 2433, Cypress, Texas 77410-2433. Any amount will be appreciated -- and will impact the lives of those faced with breast cancer.
 
3. You can make a donation directly to the Komen 3-Day for the Cure at www.the3day.org/goto/teamtiararocks. Please choose the name of any walker who has not reached the $2300 mark required to walk. Please do not donate in my name -- I'm already there, even though my tally does not reflect that. Your donation will be used for research into a CURE.
 
Some of you have walked with Team Tiara in the past. You are part of our legacy. We wouldn't be able to do what we do without the foundation you helped us set. We will always be grateful for that. But we haven't won the fight. Although women who have been diagnosed with breast cancer are living longer, we still haven't found a CURE. We still lose mothers and sisters, grandmothers and friends.
 
Thank you so much for your support. We appreciate everything you do to help us help those who are hurting.
 
Many Blessings,
 
D'Lyn

It Wouldn't be Camp D'Lupe Without....

Menchie's!!!

BTW, the mascot is named D'Trout D'Traveling Chicken.

"D'Trout D'Traveling Chicken lived by the Creek
And frolicked in the pretty surf we love at Sargent Beach....

Kodie and Kamy loved that rascal Trout
Unlike the flying pig, he didn't have a snout."
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Introducing....

The Camp D'Lupe Mascot....

Name to be determined!

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When Pigs Fly....

I'll let Abbie pose with a t.u. sign....

Camp D'Lupe Rocks!!!!
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Whoopie Pies!!!

On the way to pick up our Camp D'Lupe campers. Had to grab some Whoopie Pies!!!
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Sunday, August 7, 2011

Not The Best Picture....

I know. Not the best picture. I have TONS of pictures on my camera, but can't post them with my phone. ARGH.

The story behind THIS picture, though, is the perfect ending to a perfect day.

Our friends Miss Kristine and Hailey spent the day with us today. Hailey learned to ski. Kait learned to slalom on her ski Biggsy made yesterday. Abbie has spent the day perfecting the use of a cast net.

We lunched at Sting Rae's -- YUMMY crab cakes, but they ran out of pecan pie before I got mine.

I rode my bike. Jake and I rode the jet-ski. We dined on Mahi-Mahi for dinner, thanks to the guy next door.

The day is ending with lightening bugs in a jar, and a casting lesson on the pier. (Hence the picture.) Abbie is making S'Mores. What a lovely ending to a lovely day!!!
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Empty Nester Shops

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