Can I Get a Whoop Whoop? Part 2


I promised you I would continue my 3 Day adventure so hold on cuz this is action packed!!  Ever been volunteered to do something without your knowledge?  Yup…this happened to me, Bestie and BFFE at the 3 Day.  Our lovely Captain heard that there was a need for crew members to help lead the walkers in the Cupid Shuffle at the Opening Ceremonies and since she knew we knew how to do it (remember the video from last year?), she volunteered us.  Needless to say, we were terrified but being good sports, we agreed.  At Opening Ceremonies, we were asked to meet behind the stage at a certain time.  We had no idea we would be going UP ON STAGE in front of over 900 walkers, crew and family members to lead The Cupid Shuffle as a warm up for those walking.  We managed to drag another crew member with us and she really had no idea what she had gotten into either since she didn’t know the dance.  But, all 4 of us, managed to get up there with smiles on our faces and enthusiastically lead all those people to shake their booties.  I mean, we all know I can shake my booty.  The Food Crew really are pros at this dance and Saturday night we did it in camp for everyone to see….I know there is another video somewhere of us doing it.  In case you have no idea what I am talking about, here is the official video of The Cupid Shuffle….so get up off your couches and shake your booties with The Fat Girl!

During one of our dinner shifts, BFFE and I were busy Whoop Whooping it up and one of the chefs decided to get revenge on us.  Frank (as we mistakenly called him most of the weekend but is NOT his real name) is from Australia and loved to give us a hard time the last couple of years.  It was great because he could dish it out as well as BFFE and I could and jokingly put up with our obnoxiousness.  So he comes up and sees that the Tempe police, that are helping keep us safe, were getting in our food line.  He then yells to them “Officer!  Officer!  Can you take these two obnoxious loud mouths out of here please and put them in jail?”  We immediately started ribbing him loudly and laughing.  Before we knew it, the po-po had come over and slapped his handcuffs on me and BFFE, cuffing us together!!  Yup….that happened.  Ever try to serve food when you are cuffed to another person?  It is not easy I must admit.  I usually use handcuffs in other ways but those are fluffy and don’t require a key….too much information?  I have never laughed so hard as when Frank came back and saw us cuffed together for his benefit!  What a great sport both Frank and the po-po were to do that to us.  Of course, Frank still asked the po-po jokingly to still take us away…maybe we could have served up some food to prison bitches.

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Love how we caught the po-po in the pic….so worth it.  And what is that expression on my face?

I have to confess that sometimes we were delirious from lack of sleep and that made us quite slap happy in our down time between breakfast and dinner service.  It led to crazy photos in the photo booth (see below) and also led to an incident with our sack lunch on Saturday.  Four of us had decided we would grab our sack lunches and head back to the hotel for what we hoped was giggle-free (not so much) sleep.  We went over to where they had brought the sandwiches and such and proceeded to put our sammies, chips and cookies in our sacks and head back to the room.  Bestie ran down to the front desk to ask for an extra blanket since she is not a penguin like me and BFFE and the rest of us (we had brought back M with us) sat down on the bed to eat our ham and cheese sammies.  M took one bite and immediately complained that is was super dry and there was no mayo or mustard on the sammies.  BFFE and I immediately looked into our bags to see if some had magically appeared in our bags since we hadn’t seen any in the food line.  This led to a tirade for about 5-10 minutes on how dry and gross the sammies were…mind you we were eating them the entire time.  Bestie came in and BFFE warned her about the sammies.  Bestie frowns, opens her sack and throws both mayo and mustard and napkins (also another contention with us that those were not provided) at all of us.  Shocked and surprised looks crossed our faces as we all clamored to know where she got them.  Bestie, looking confused, said “Uh…at the condiment station we have set up with every meal.”  DOH!  Laughter immediately ensued as we told her how we had complained for what seemed like hours about the food.  Delirium does funny things to people.

Delirious Food Service crew
Delirious Food Service crew
Bad asses kicking cancer's butt
Bad asses kicking cancer’s butt

All in all, this was one of the BEST experiences I have had at the 3 Day because I was surrounded by friends I consider my 3 Day family.  There are reasons I come back every year and am still considering being a part of the 3 Day next year but in a different way (can you say Walker Stalker?) and my kooky 3 Day family is only part of it.  I do this to support the walker on chemo making her journey with her friends walking behind her carrying the official flag that said “Myself” for her reason. We cheered her on and all hugged her as she sobbed her way across the finish line.  I continue to do this for my Captain, a 12 year survivor herself, who didn’t think her sister would make it another year with her stage 4 cancer.  For our other survivor, G, for flying out here every year to spend her weekend with a kooky bunch of weirdos because her BFF asked her too.  And because I KNOW I made a difference in people’s lives that weekend.  How do I know that?  As the crew walked out to Closing Ceremonies through a funnel of walkers, the walkers were all high-fiving every crew member and saying thank you.  We were starting to high-five everyone when all of a sudden, I heard the walkers start to Whoop Whoop when they saw me and BFFE.  Tears immediately started to flow as I realized that they were giving us back the love we gave to them every meal service and acknowledging our energy.  It was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard.  THAT is why I do this.  To make a difference.  To add to someone’s life.  And I gained the most beautiful group of friends out of it…. thank you Food Services Crew for accepting my weirdness and being weird with me.  I am ever so grateful to Bestie for talking me into walking in 2010 and crewing for the last 3 years.  Best.  Experience. Ever.  Whoop Whoop!

The team that started it all...Celtic Cancer Kickers.  Thanks Bestie for introducing me to the wonders of the 3 Day
The team that started it all…Celtic Cancer Kickers. Thanks Bestie for introducing me to the wonders of the 3 Day

Oh yeah…I didn’t die today.  I did discover the power of a simple Whoop Whoop but I didn’t die.  I am Fat Girl crying tears of joy as I make a difference Running.  The experiment continues….

 

The Fat Girl Knows How To Serve Food And Dance (Apparently Like A Stripper)


Again this year, I participated in one of the funnest weekends of the year with my Bestie….the Arizona Susan G Komen 3 Day Walk For The Cure.  Now, I didn’t walk it like I did 2 years ago but I participated on one of the best crews there is…Food Services.  Now I know you are thinking how can Food Services be fun? Hello!  Fat Girl here!  And what does a Fat Girl know about the best…FOOD!  And as long as I can eat some of the food then I can serve the food…pretty sure I am awesome at it.  I mean who better to serve you food than a girl who loves to eat food?  It is like a job made in heaven for a Fat Girl.  This was my 2nd year being a part of the 3 Day crew and I love doing it.  Ok the hours SUCK for Food Services, but we make up for it.  Pretty sure dragging my fat flass up at 0330 was NOT my idea of a good time.  Have I mentioned that I am not a morning person?  Not one iota of me likes to get up early, hence why I work nights.  In fact, I highly do NOT recommend ever waking me up early in the morning unless you want a version of a snarling cat on your hands.  But it was totally worth it to work with the wonderful group of ladies and 2 guys I worked with this year and to serve all those walkers who raised over 2 million dollars to fight breast cancer.

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The 2012 AZ 3 Day Food Services Crew…we are awesomely weird!

Seriously, this year our crew was a total blast and they didn’t mind my weirdness.  You have to be weird to get up at 0330 and serve breakfast and not be a snarling cat.  Plus what is better when you have to serve food at that ungodly hour than to be dancing around and singing?  Yup…dancing most certainly occur.  Especially at the end of the day when they are playing party music…the Fat Girl got her dance on.  Although one of my crew did say I should be working a pole….pretty sure no one wants to see my naked fat wrapping itself around any kind of pole.  Plus, have you seen those outfits strippers have to wear?  The thong alone would get lost in the folds I am for certain….we all know how I feel about thong underwear.  Can’t you just see me trying to take it off and it flies across the room and lands in someone’s Bacardi and Coke?  Ew.  Excuse me Sir…that is not a garnish to your drink so can I please have my chonies back?  And then let’s discuss a stripper’s bra shall we….what is the point?  I mean it is not meant to cover anything up and is not meant to support you at all.  And then why wear those pasties over your nipples?  I mean…we all know that your nipples are under there.  Is there something wrong with your nipples that you feel that you must cover them up?  Are they misshapen?  Do they point in different directions and the pasties help keep them under control? Are they 2 different colors? Do you feel like maybe you aren’t naked if your nipples are covered?  Does it make you feel like you have some sort of clothes on if your nipples are covered but your cookah is hanging out for the world to see?  Pretty sure even though I like to walk around my house nude, that no body needs to see the Fat Girl naked.  I don’t even like to see me naked…just saying.

Thank goodness the food service crew didn’t dress like strippers!  We would have froze our nipples off at 0330!  As it was,we danced and made our own fun serving food.  And wouldn’t you know it…my Bestie caught the dancing on video!  Yup.  Proof that I can at least do the Cupid Shuffle now is out there…don’t judge.  Thank goodness she didn’t catch what were apparently my stripper moves…

I must say I made some AMAZING friends who now better hope they don’t mind me writing about them (insert evil laugh here) because I am sure there will be more antics as I made fast friends with several of the gals (especially you S!)…and even found out via Facebook after the 3 day that I am related to one of them!  How weird is that?  Pretty sure one of the crew is married to my cousin….Crew:   I will let you figure out who!!  These gals met me just after I buried Billy so it was wonderful that I could get such support from total strangers who didn’t mind if I was crying, laughing, dancing or just being weird me.  It was just what I needed to heal my soul.  And thanks gals for letting me cry when I needed it and for not minding my random dancing.  My weirdness was celebrated and found other weird souls to commune with…if you have never volunteered for a 3 day, I highly encourage you to do so…you will NEVER regret it. Oh and girls…this is our new song to dance to:

Oh yeah… I didn’t die today.  I did however make some new friends and got my Fat Girl dance on volunteering for a great cause.  I am fat girl practicing my stripper moves for next year running.  The experiment continues….