Boobs... Where Life Begins???

Sunday, September 20, 2009
Well That Explains It Then

Birdy came home from school the other day excited that one of her friends was going to have a baby brother by C-section in a few weeks. George wanted to know what a C-section was. My sister delicately explained to her nine-year old son that a C-section is when they have to cut a mommy's tummy to get the baby out that way. She went on to explain that George had been delivered by C-section.

"But not me!" Birdy exclaimed.

"How did Birdy get out of your tummy?" asked a very curious George.

My sister pondered and thought of how to as delicately explain that process especially considering they were all at the dinner table and was proud of herself when she answered with, "Well, babies usually come out of a mommy's girl parts."

George looked quizzically at my sister and then asked in complete bewilderment, "Babies come out of your boobs?"

Let Me Tell you Something!

This will be the third year that we will head to breast camp to make a difference in the only way we know how. The first year, it was Cheri and Brenda. We thought "Hey, we are going down to tropical MN, how cold could it be at night??". So two people who have never (and please read that as NEVER) gone camping pack these little bags for two nights of under the stars living in little pink tents. And why do you say little bags??? Because according to the Crew Guide (or the Liars Guide) your luggage was only supposed to weigh 35 pounds and this included all your clothes and sleeping bag. So we thought "Hey since there is no way we can pack clothes and a sleeping bag, lets just use air mattresses and blankets!". So, yeah, we froze to death. Brenda wanted to spoon, Cheri just kept putting on more clothes... some of them were not even hers. And if you think either of us got up to pee in the middle of the night in a disgusting port-a-potty that we could have fallen into, well we weren't that crazy... we just rolled over a little and peed in each other's space. Okay, Cheri peed on Brenda who really wasn't that mad because it was warm and thawed out her toes for a couple of moments (just kidding).

Second year, we said good-bye tot he 35 pound rule and packed like we were going to the arctic. We bought special sleeping bags, parkas, and those warming pouches you break and put in your socks. Brenda even scouted for wood in case we need to build a fire. We had never been so warm. But then of course there is the whole earplug lesson.... but that's for another time. Only 332 days until the Twin Cities Crew Day... I'll see you there right?!?

Introductions are in Order

I am Cheri Wright, the oldest daughter, my sister is KJ Bryant (who this group is named for), the youngest daughter (there is only two of us) and my mother is Brenda Smith... often the comic relief.

Welcome to our journey. We are signed up to crew for the Twin Cities in 2010. This will by our 3rd year. And I can tell you from the bottom of my heart is that this is the hardest weekend of our lives. It is not just sleeping in a tent, it is not just eating crap food and using port-a-potties to get rid of the rented food, it is the stories... it is the faces... it is the unbelievable love that engulfs you for 3 days!!!

The use of this blog is to chronicle our journey to next year, to share our stories, and possibly convince you to donate so that instead of crewing we can walk. Yes, we are certifiable. But we want to walk 60 miles to save a persons life. In fact since there is three of us, we want to save three lives. So here we go... and thanks for coming along!!