Training begins... Want to make a donation?

In a little over three months, I will start one of the hardest undertakings of my life. I'll be walking 60 miles in 3 days, all in support of finding a cure for breast cancer. Last October, I watched friends cross the finish line in Piedmont Park, and I was forever changed. I knew that this was something of which I needed to be a part. And soon I will be.

This morning I walked 2.5 miles with my mom. Just shy of the 20 I will be walking a day, of course, but you have to start somewhere. Tomorrow morning I will rise again before the sun and take on 3 miles. By the weekend, I hope to be doing 4, and by the end of the month between 6 and 8 each time I walk. It's going to be exhausting, but totally worth it in the end.

My other challenge is fundraising. On top of walking 60 miles, participants are also asked to raise $2,200. I'm glad to do it, but its not exactly pocket change. If you, or anyone you know, would like to make a donation to the Susan G. Komen foundation, in support of a cure for breast cancer, while at the same time helping me reach and hopefully exceed my goal, please go to http://08.the3day.org/goto/carlenfunk and make a donation. It will be greatly appreciated, not just by me, but by everyone walking for a cure. I thank you in advance.

So for now, I will keep up my walking regimen as I break in my Nikes and build some major muscle. And don't worry, I will be back with an update soon.

For Hire: Cute brunette. (Yeah, that's about all I have going for me right now.)

Ok, I get it. I suck at this whole blogging regularly thing. I mean, its not like I have anything else to do with my time, being unemployed and all. I suppose that tanning and shopping don't provide me with much provocative writing material.

Since my last entry, things have been uneventful. Unfortunately, the graduation presents have stopped rolling in, so I again find myself broke and jobless. The hunt continues, and I have broadened my horizons as I venture into the field of event planning. Oddly enough, it's actually something I have always wanted to do. In high school I was the BBYO queen, planning conventions and parties galore. Sorority cliques in college are all that kept me from being the social chair and from planning a kick-ass formal. Yeah, I'm not bitter or anything.


So now I'm back at square one. I have only a minimal amount of event planning experience, and technically it dates back to high school. I have mountains of fashion experience, two whole summers in New York's worth, and I can't get a job in that field to save my life. I guess regrouping is my best option. Now if only I could get someone to respond to my emails...