I am whitening my teeth, wearing the tiarra (thanks, Schneids) and practicing the runway wave. Let me stress that this is not a beauty pageant but one that captures the importance of a platform and the advocacy of living with a disability.
This weekend Lynne took me shopping for the perfect outfit- she is having a hard time convincing me that a jogger suit is not appropriate.
It's an all day competition where I will be interviewed by a panel of judges for a total of twenty minutes. It concludes with a gala in which family and friends can attend a dinner while the contestants perform a two minute speech on their platform.
Am I really doing this?
The word pageant and wheelchair and ME in the same sentence.
Hilarious...
5 comments:
SO hilarious! But you know it's in the bag, Holly, track suit or no. :)
~beck
I ALWAYS knew you were a diva :) GO get em' girl! Let me know if you need groupies in the crowd. Tami and I are awesome cheerers! Melissa :)
Just remember to mention MY NAME! AND CREDIT YOUR EDITOR IN CHEIF!!!!!! Don't forget me on your way to the top little missy or I'll dish to the Sentinel... I WILL... I've got photos... have I got photos! muuuuuuaaaaahhhhhh
Whoa, Tiffany Marie... did you do it?! I saw the article this morning! You look beautiful, by the way. :) See you at church...
Hollyyyy,
I spent 20 minutes looking around for your blog the other day after I ran into you in Target...thanks for leaving a comment on mine so I could find you. I had to take the rugs back, they were like 3 inches high, the door didn't even open over em. Weird. So, rock it at Miss America this weekend. I'll interview you after the big win. We can give a shoutout to crabbypants in Target who made it a point to roll her eyes at your dog!
Hollah!
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