The Great Strides totals for Joey’s Angels are in! Drumroll please…
Looks like we raised $3255! This includes the $705 that team Brendan and Joey’s Angels were able to raise at Willingdon Beach on Great Strides day. Thank you again to everyone who participated, donated, or volunteered. You rock my socks.
In other news, I am getting sick of Joey being dead. Obvious, but true. I am as okay as I can be under the circumstances, but am still in flail mode. There is nothing I can do and nowhere I can go to make it okay. That said, I have not stopped trying. I am hatching plans fairly consistently, but flip flop consistently too. I think my latest is a winner, but I have thought that with other plans before and have ended up wiffle waffing, so I’m going to keep it under my hat for now.
In the meantime, I have been out and about…a lot. Or what feels like a lot, for me anyway. Finally met baby Bria, said bon voyage to Brandy and Bruce, had a lightening visit with the Mayrhofer/Morrissey clan, celebrated Angel’s birthday with a delicious meal (or at least mine was delicious – food always tastes better when you actually receive it), whooped it up for Tracy’s hen night, and “helped” Rebecca run 55km (if you can call meeting her at various check points, drinking coffee, and eating the food she left in my trunk “helping”). All in all it’s been a busy few weeks; I am burnt. (As in burnt out, not sun scorched. I’m more of a stare out the window than actually venture outside kind of gal, as evidenced by my pasty-white skin).
And on that note, I think I’ll go to the beach.