This girl is wearing pink to support the Race for the Cure, I'm sure of it.

When we were at the Brain Cancer Foundation walk, I was walking with the kids to register us all, and noticed how many people were there to support a good cause: education, research and awareness for brain cancer. I noticed all the survivors, all the supporters. And then I noticed some dumb ass mo-fo smoking. Granted, smoking doesn't cause BRAIN cancer, so far as we know. In his defense the smuck was off to the side, away from the giant crowd of cancer survivors and all. That's nice. And also to his defense, he looked really guilty when I glared at him with my mommy look.

I got the family registered, found our people and had a great day. I kind of forgot about the guy smoking at the cancer benefit.

And then I went to the gym this week. I've been fighting the urge to louse up my highly respected reputation but I just don't think I can do it. I love my gym. And I like to believe my gym loves me. But...

Our gym does a bunch of fundraisers for Breast Cancer Research. They do the Raquet for the Cure, as well as many other benefits. And this week, they've had a giant silent auction for the cure. You can donate items to be auctioned. Or, you can bid on an item. Either way, you can support a good cause and help raise money to help find a cure for cancer and then walk 20 feet to the tanning beds.

Again, not a direct correlation: smoke to brain cancer; nor: tanning beds to breast cancer. But really, how about we auction off the tanning beds, and REALLY commit to a healthy lifestyle with less radioactive leathered-skin, and lease out some nap rooms?

Takes me back to the simple days of the guy smoking at the cancer benefit.

I'm just sayin.
That's how I roll.