So last Saturday was the Komen Race for the Cure here in Northwest Arkansas. I had a great day with my mom Bev (a survivor, on the far right) and my aunt Judy (middle).

I have to admit, this race came right after the Bon Jovi concert in which I crawled into bed at four a.m., so I wasn’t at my perky best. (Not that anyone’s ever seen that condition…) But pretty soon the enthusiasm of the event catches up with you, and you’re wide awake! Everyone is just so excited there. Lots of pink. LOTS of pink. In fact, my friend Heather got a shot of a pink DOG.

You know he’s hating life.

Lots of funny t-shirts at the event. I walked with a school group, so they felt the t-shirts had to be rated G. Honestly, it hurt my heart to let an opportunity slide to make some good, inappropriate boob references. But I got to be entertained by the shirts of others. Like these:

Or this one:

Komen Security, there is some perv taking a picture of my chest. Please come at once. I’m next to the vendor giving out tampons and key chains.

And if there’s anyone who has a right to be at the Race for the Cure, it’s these next girls. Has anyone done more to promote boob awareness…

…than the Hooters girls? I don’t think so.

After a hard day at the race, a girl just needs a good massage. The folks from Energizer totally provided that. Here’s Bev, talking to the masseuse (the masseuse who told her within the first 60 seconds that she was afraid her postal carrier was gonna go…um, postal).

The boys will want to tune out at this point (not that you didn’t check out at the first paragraph…). But ladies, this is my PSA telling you to go get those mammograms, do those BSEs, and um…whatever else you’re supposed to do. If you have BC in your family, then you’re supposed to get your mammogram AT LEAST ten years before the age of your family member when she got the big C. And you know what? Mammograms…not so bad! For real. I got the supreme joy of having one myself this year (right up there with the supreme joy of the butt shots), and all those horrible things people tell you–not true! It was no biggee! So if you’ve been putting it off, go get squished and that way you, too, will have a war story. Because scheduling and going through with a mammogram totally gives you some bragging rights. For more info, check out the Komen website.

Finally, It was Andrew Lloyd Webber night on American Idol. And while I’m a HUGE fan of his and all things Broadway, I don’t know that I like ALW + AI. My pick David Cook did pretty well with Music of the Night. But honestly, there is just no replacing my all time favorite performance of that song.

Happy Wednesday!