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Thursday, April 14, 2011

Direct, Estimate, and Weigh

April 14, 2011


Rarely, does spending a couple of hours hard at work, feel so good.  At First Presbyterian Church-Bryan last night, about 130 folks of all ages pulled together to assemble, weigh, seal, pack, and load 20,002 nutritious meals for shipment to hungry people around the world. 


I had three jobs.  The first started soon after I arrived.  The director of the evening, who had flown in from California to coordinate our event, immediately recognized my leadership skills and ability to both follow and issue complex instructions.  After I donned my really cool work gear (plastic gloves and a hair net), I spent the next twenty or so minutes acting just like the high skilled airport workers who line the jumbo jets up with the jetway.  Picture me (without the handheld traffic directing lights) motioning people from the hatting and gloving area to the staging area for the food stations.  NO ONE GOT LOST!  


The project director then (as an extra test of my qualification) asked me to estimate the number of people in our crowd, so he would know how many people to place at each work area.  This was harder than it sounds, because I forgot to tag each person as they entered the staging area, and most came without their anchors, so they tended to drift around.


Once we started re-enacting the scene from "I Love Lucy" where Lucy and Ethel work on the candy company assembly line, I became a weigher.  My job was to make sure each pouch of food weighed between 379 and 384 grams.  I had a high-tech plastic spoon to make weight, adding or subtracting from the upper layer of rice to hit my target.  I then past my pouch to an impact sealer, who ensured the food would transport without spilling and stay fresh for up to five years.


If I can bum some of the action photos taken last night during the operation, I will insert them here.


If this sounds like a more worthwhile way to spend an evening than lying on the couch watching the NCIS back-to-back-to-back marathon, you can do it too:


Stop Hunger Now is an international hunger relief agency that has been fulfilling its commitment to end hunger for more than 12 years. Since 1998, the organization has coordinated the distribution of food and other lifesaving aid to children and families in countries all over the world.
Stop Hunger Now has provided more than $70 million dollars worth of direct aid and 34 million meals to 72 countries worldwide.
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Stop Hunger Now created its meal packaging program, in 2005. The program perfected the assembly process that combines rice, soy, dehydrated vegetables and a flavoring mix including 21 essential vitamins and minerals into small meal packets. Each meal costs only 25 cents. The food stores easily, has a shelf-life of five years and transports quickly.
Stop Hunger Now works with international partners that ship and distribute the meals in-country. Stop Hunger Now primarily ships its meals to support school feeding programs, but also provides meals to our in-country partners for crisis relief. 
The packaging operation is mobile, (i.e. it can go wherever volunteers are located), and can be adapted to accommodate as few as 25 and as many as 500 volunteers at a time. One SHN packaging event can result in the packaging of more than 1,000,000 meals or product servings. The use of volunteers for product packaging has resulted in an extremely cost-effective operation while, at the same time, increasing awareness of global hunger and food insecurity issues across a broad cross-section of the US population.
Stop Hunger Now has packaged more than 34 million meals since the inception of the meal packaging program in Dec 2005. These meals have been used primarily to support school feeding programs in developing countries.  Stop Hunger Now and hunger experts agree that hunger is solvable and is the common thread among the world’s most challenging issues.  When hunger is targeted, specifically by supporting school feeding programs, you give leverage support to other causes including poverty, disease, education and the welfare of women and children

Monday, April 11, 2011

(Can't) Resist

April 11, 2011

Someone has a birthday today (#23), and I can't resist sharing: 







Saturday, April 9, 2011

Friend

April 9, 2011


I didn't know that friend was a verb until Erin.  


I'm not talking about the Facebook action where you make a connection and agree to give access to your wall, photos, and comments to someone you love, interact with regularly, just met, or never met but have some reason to want to interact with socially (but electronically).


I'm not talking about the concept of befriending, where you you find an injured bird and keep it in a cardboard box until it can fly away.


Erin looked for the friend in almost everyone she met--even people, who on the surface didn't seem that friend-able or friend-ly.  I think most people who met her felt that warmth of friendship with her.  


Beyond that, though, the verb "friend" also applies to the many, many demonstrations of friendship that the people in her life extended to her on a daily, sometimes hourly, basis over the course of her entire epic illness.


Her friends (too many to name and too awkward to risk leaving someone out) embraced her early and often.  They included her in everything, not as an afterthought or on instructions from some adult to be nice to the cancer kid.  They did what we all want people to do to us.  They took her as she was--sometimes pale, occasionally bald, often just different.  They willingly spent long, dull days with her at the clinic, tolerated the long drives and heavy traffic, and contented themselves with whatever unfolded.  They never made excuses, but showed up ready for whatever she was up for.


In December of 6th grade, she had to make a powerpoint (in Spanish) about her family, but she couldn't resist including this (not all of her friends, certainly, but the ones she could find photos of on short notice):




And the concept of friend didn't have an age cut off.  Her adult friends were just as stalwart, and I think, valued her friendship just as much as she did.


Walter and I, too, grew in our understanding of friend, and we could not have functioned during Erin's illness nor after without the incredible love that our friends (and I count this broadly to include our friends who are related to us, those who we see often, those we rarely see, and in some cases, those we have never met face-to-face) have extended at every bend in the road and every moment we have needed them (and in the many moments we did not know our own need).  


I have heard people say that in illness and tough times their friends were not there for them, but for us that has not been the case.  Our friend circle has grown and strengthened.  They (you) have stood by us, even when it would have been easier to shed us from their (your) lives and move on.  Friend--an action that can not be underestimated.  Thank You!


And brooke, thank you:  http://www.rivervision.com/upwp/?p=2337

Friday, April 8, 2011

Avoid

April 8, 2010


We all have our own reasons why we would prefer the government not shut down at midnight tonight (which probably means that while we don't all love everything the government does, we all do love some, if not many, of its involvements).  


For me, the fact that medical research at the NIH Clinical Center will shut down matters.  New studies (seven are scheduled to kick off next week, including two for children with cancer) won’t begin and ongoing trials won’t enroll new patients, ABC News reports.


I shall have faith that Barry Jackson and David Krone (the two crucial staffers negotiating between the House and the Senate) work something out so we can avoid the shut down.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Trato, Tratas, Trata, Tratamos, Tratais, Tratan

April 7, 2011


I signed up for Word of the Day at SpanishDict.com.  I figured I could supplement my Rosetta Stone efforts and expand my vocabulary incrementally, doing something I do every day:  read my email.  Little did I know that somewhere, embedded in the terms of agreement, I gave permission for the company to explore my subconscious and harness my brain so that they could customize my daily email to my own learning proclivities.


How else do you explain what happened?


The first word I received was quien:  who, whom.  Ha!  I knew this one from Bill Murray's skit on Saturday Night Live from years ago:


¿Quién es más macho? Fernando Lamas or Ricardo Montalban?



[NOTE BENE:  Of course, Ricardo Montalban (he of Corinthian leather fame and Kirk's ultimate nemesis, Khan) won every comparison (Lamas, Lloyd Bridges), until he fell to Desi Arnez.]


My confidence in learning Spanish strengthened on that entry.  The next day, I hit a snag:


tratar:  to treat, to have contact with, to process


Not only was I unfamiliar with it, but it required conjugation to use properly.  I practiced a bit, and thought I had it.


SpanishDict didn't think so.  The next day, bright and early I received my word for the day.  


Tratar (again)


I glanced at it and thought it looked familiar.  And worked on it some more.


Apparently, it wasn't enough.  The following day when I checked my email, tratar had arrived again, a third time, for good measure.  


Finally, on day five I got a new word:  el fin 


I think the joke is on me.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Process (Slowly)

April 4, 2011

I started the day not firing on all cylinders.  Perhaps I was emotionally exhausted from watching the Lady Aggies come-from-behind, final-seconds victory over Stanford in the Women's NCAA semifinal basketball match up last night.  Maybe I should blame Teddy, who commuted around the bed continually during the night as she got too hot then too cold then too hot again.  I also dreamed vividly about Walter and I getting married last night (not a re-play of the original, but instead a new wedding ceremony being held at Kyle Field). 

 
I spent much of my dream running up and down the ramps to the various decks, visiting with friend and making sure they found their way to their seats.  I was also having a hard time finding where I left my gown.  Luckily, I discovered it all laid out for me in one of the women's bathrooms under the west side lower deck.  I had multiple styles of each item of clothing to choose from, each hanging from one of the stall doors.  I quickly picked bikini underwear (TMI?), but couldn't decide on which gloves or hat to wear.  I also couldn't remember whether I had my hair and makeup done before I arrived at the stadium, and there were zero mirrors anywhere for me to check my look.

You can imagine how sluggish I was when I popped up to walk the dogs this morning.  I actually felt like I sleep walked my way around the lake.  A shower left me feeling soggy groggy.

I thought I felt livelier by the time I left the house for the ten minute drive to work, but clearly I was still processing at subspeed.

As I slowed to make a left turn, I glanced into my rearview mirror and noted the car behind me following a tad too closely.  I also noticed a pert, youngish woman driving the car and that the car had vanity plates.  I usually appreciate vanity plates and try to make a connection between the message and the driver.

Admittedly, I was reading the letters backwards in my mirror, but I was puzzled by the disconnect between the driver and BL INKR. 

"Inkr, inkr, inkr," I thought, "Does that mean tattoos?  Does the woman I see really get into tats so much that she bangs out the bucks for a custom license plate?  And if she does love tattoos that much (and given the non-black color of her car), wouldn't she prefer color rather than black?"

"Oh," I tell myself, "I got it wrong.  She's really a banker or accountant, who prefers black ink over red.  I must really be processing slowly this morning to have missed the obvious, particularly consiering my profession and the fact that I'm approaching the business school building."

I started my left turn, and she passed by on my right, so that I could see her license plate once more, this time forward rather than backwards:  BLINKR.

"????"

And so I just accepted my brain was still on impulse drive while the world moved on at warp speed.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Verb

April 1, 2011

I guess my April Fools Day joke is to turn the noun "verb" into an actual verb.  Not that funny.

Anyway, I have been struck with the number of emails and other encounters I have had lately with people celebrating the way that Erin inspires them.  At least four of my friends (Jennifer, Brooke, Spencer, and Kathryn) are celebrating their Relays for Life with Erin in mind.  Thank you dear friends.  That is a lovely thought.  Erin loved Relay and always looked forward to going round and round (and round and round and round) the track, complaining bitterly when I made her leave to get some sleep.

I ran by the meat market after lunch this afternoon, and stood in line into a dad I had know briefly when Erin was at Jane Long.  This lovely man greeted me like a long lost friend and went on to tell me that his son Jason, who had only known Erin for about seven months before she died, had started growing his hair out for locks of love shortly after her death, and had only recently gotten to the needed length.  I think the dad (who is a minister) was really proud of his son, but also really glad to have a clean cut son again. 

I also received this note yesterday morning:

Since I have been a fan of your Erin Buenger page, I thought I would share with you something about myself. My 16 year old son Nate was interviewed for a local PBS station on bullying. If you go to WQED.org, find the show Experience, and watch the show on bullying. My son Nate Bowden and myself were interviewed for the piece. We are taking your advice…we are using Verbs to live our lives.  

Here is the link:  http://www.wqed.org/tv/experience/index.php?id=125 

Nate is fantastic (so's his mom):  so articulate, so composed. 


Another one of my cyber friends Nikki has started an Etsy store (I'm not positive I know what that is, but it sounds daring and important.).  Here is how she describes it:


Disney Princess Autograph Books/Journals for YOUR Princess!
 
“I can make that,” the Disney-loving owner of new etsy store, Paper Diva Designs, said when she saw someone selling journals online. “I can make that AND make it uniquely creative AND OOAK.” Since designing her own upcycled journals, the Diva uses recycled papers and book covers whenever possible. 
 
Paper Diva Designs features an array of handmade upcycled journals, including Disney Princess Autograph Books/Journals and Vintage Ephemera Journals as well as Vintage Collage Packs for every artist’s need! Collages and Custom Disney Journals are soon to follow.
 
Her current featured product is an Upcycled The Little Mermaid Journal/Autograph book. It features all 10 Disney Princesses. It's wonderful for journaling or for getting your favorite princess's autograph at Disneyland or Walt Disney World!
 
To celebrate the Grand Opening of Paper Diva Designs, on April 1st, 2011, coupon code UBP11 will give you 20% off your entire order April 1 – 9!

I'm pretty sure I am forgetting other folks who do verbs in so many other ways:  those who run, dance, sing, clean, write, play, and just find ways to Do It!  Thank you!

Now for a real April Fool's email, 

Here is what Walter sent to his department of 50 plus faculty and assorted grad student and staff today:

Members of the History Department:

Scientific advances in DNA analysis have now made it so cheap that Israelis are utilizing it to identify the dogs whose owners do not clean up after them:

http://www.nowpublic.com/environment/israeli-city-uses-dna-fight-dog-poop

This same technology will now be used to assure that our "self-cleaning kitchen" becomes truly self cleaning.
It is unconscionable of those who leave dirty cups and behind, expecting the secretaries to do a job that they were not hired for.

Therefore, I am asking each of you to come by Mary Johnson's office to take a cheek swab next Monday or Tuesday.

If you prefer, you can arrange for her to come by your office with a swab. The procedure is perfectly painless and harmless and takes only a few seconds.

Many thanks in advance for your cooperation.

Walter
 

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Sing

March 29, 2011


Thanks to everyone for reaching out to us with such kind words after my last post.  You all have a right to be angry and sad and frustrated.  Right now, the person is only accused of crimes and not yet convicted, so we should probably remain patient.  That is why I offer the following, much lighter post today:


Quick.  Name the first three hymns that come to your mind.  Maybe your favorites.  Maybe ones you hear frequently.  Maybe ones you have heard your whole life.


Here are mine:


Amazing Grace
Holy, Holy, Holy


and because Easter is approaching


Christ, the Lord, Is Risen Today


Did yours make this list?








And what exactly is this list?


This is a list of hymns that have stood the test of time in the US in mainline protestant churches. 






Robert T. Coote looked at successive hymnal editions of the following six mainline Protestant denominations, starting in the late nineteenth century and stretching forward to present day hymnals:
  • Anglican (Episcopal), four editions, from 1892
  • American Baptist, four editions, from 1883
  • Congregational (United Church of Christ), five editions, from 1897
  • Evangelical Lutheran Church in America, five editions, from 1899
  • United Methodist, five editions, from 1878
  • Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.), five editions, from 1885
His study uncovered that 4905 different hymns had been published in these 28 hymnals.  Only the first 13 hymns on the list above appear in all the editions.  Nine more appeared in all but one edition, and five showed up in all but two of the hymnals spanning that time.

Did you find yours in the list?  Amazing Grace didn't make it, but my other two did.


Did looking over the list make you start singing or humming?  I didn't know all the hymns on the list, but it did give me pause and comfort to imagine my grandparents, great grandparents, and maybe even great-great grandparents standing in the pew singing the same songs I know.

If you want to read more, here is the original link to the story, Hymns That Keep on Going.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Cooperate, Coordinate, Collaborate, and Learn

March 24, 2011


Odd Friday Lanyard Workshop is with the Phi Theta Kappa Honor Society at Blinn College tomorrow at noon!


The semester piled back on me as soon as I got back from DC.  It has me by a choke hold and will not let up for several more weeks, even if I say uncle.


Which makes my trip to DC last week even sweeter.



Believe it or not, we got all 46 attendees and three organizers of the PAC2 workshop into one (not so perfect) photo.  This group represents the diversity and huge hearts that make up the childhood cancer community who met to figure out ways that we could help each other out.  You will be hearing more about this from me (I guarantee).

Not everyone I have ever wanted to meet from the neuroblastoma cyber world was there, but folks, you have to believe me when I tell you how meaningful it was for me to be sitting along the NB Stretch of the Table with Meg Lawless Crossett (Rachel), Caryn Franca (Nick), me (Erin), Mickey Johnson (Cody), Gavin Lindberg (Evan), Jay Scott (Alex), and of course, Andy Mikulak (Max).  

The potential to do even greater things than we are all doing individually is at hand.  We discussed ways to tap into meta-messaging, especially during September's Childhood Cancer Awareness Month and attempted to identify other ways that we might weave our organizations together through sharing data on childhood cancer, creating a collective events calendar, and building templates to learn from each other.  

For all my Erin's Dream Lanyard volunteers, as a symbolic gesture or our willingness to find ways to support mutualism and collaboration, I donated a lanyard to each of the participants, and let me tell you, they were universally admired!  I can't give you enough compliments on how beautiful and meaningful everyone found them.

I wanted to tell you about this workshop and about my thrill at meeting so many people I have only known through the internet before I told you about another, darker thing.

About two months ago I got a call alerting me that Erin's photos and bio had been lifted from this website and that someone had created a new person called Erin Jaxyn Nalley, who was in fact my Erin and your Erin.  Two Fridays ago, a Louisville, Kentucky detective squad arrested a woman named Crystal Vanarsdale on eight counts of identity theft.

This is how she looked when she was perpetrating the crime.  


This photo comes from her fundraising website for Kosair's Children's Hospital, where she claimed to be a childhood cancer survivor:   

"I was diagnosed with Acute lymphoblastic leukemia just 6 days after my fourth birthday. Since then I have endured seven very long years of Chemotherapy, four different clinical trials, 126 days of radiation, two bone marrow transplants and a stem cell transplant, over 300 blood transfustions, have swallowed more than 30,000 pills, had 17 surgeries, and have spent 958 days in the hospital." 

Having survived such a horrific experience supposedly made her a true hero to many children who now were fighting their own cancer battle.  This young woman then stole the identities of at least eight children (including Erin) with a range of ages, diagnoses, and prognoses, set up facebook accounts for them and posed as each one, luring followers into their stories.  She killed off Erin on November 30 last fall and buried her in Tiffin, Ohio.

This is what she looked like in her mug shot.  Not nearly so carefree and happy.







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Now you may understand why my posts have spread so far apart lately and why my words haven't reached their full wit and sparkle potential either.  It has been very difficult to make sense of this sad and sick situation.  On the one hand, I am appalled someone would claim the rigors of treatment our children experience just for fun or glory or status or as a game.  I hate that someone captured Erin's life and claimed it as their own.  I resent the plagiarism of my own descriptions and stories.

In some ways, we set ourselves up for such a situation.  Everything that was stolen is in the public domain: all the photos, all the stories, all the biographical detail.  

And frankly, I wouldn't have it any other way.  How else would I know the lovely, talented, beautiful friends I have made from around the world if I hadn't been willing to trust the internet with Erin's story?  I have become connected with so many people and learned so much from them (I'm talking directly to you right now!), that I am willing to make that trade.  I am also willing to accept that a young woman, sad in so many ways, needed Erin as an avatar.  She's who I would choose if I needed to create someone to inspire others.

And so, in the end, each of us with blogs and caringbridge sites has to face whether it is worth exposing ourselves and our children to the Crystal Vanarsdales of the world.   I, for one, am glad that the folks I met last week shared their children with me through the internet, even though I didn't know them.  I am completely richer for the experience.

P.S.  If you are Facebook friends with Crystal Vanarsdale or her alter ego Kylie Celeste Krause, I would be very careful!

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

See Ya Later!

Heading to Washington DC at 7:00 Thursday morning to lobby my Congressman for the Creating Hope Act and to meet with people like myself to figure out how we can cooperate, coordinate, collaborate, and learn from each other. Thanks PAC2!

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/nancy-goodman/post_1833_b_836270.html?ref=fb&src=sp

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Win

March 16, 2011

I shipped sixty-five lanyards, a dozen eyeglasses chains, twenty keychains, and a pair of necklaces out on behalf of Erin's Dream Lanyards  to Buffalo, New York (for the Cure Me!  I'm Irish! fund raising event sponsored by Melina's White Light and Friends, to Cape Canaveral, Florida (soon to be living on a Carnival Cruise Line Ship), to Denton, Texas, and to Las Cruces, New Mexico (where a webfriend who became a real friend is offering up lanyards in her church's silent auction).  These do not count the 96 lanyards and sundries that I shipped to Boston for the Cure Me!  I'm Irish event weekend before last.

I understand from the recent silent auction held by the Brazos Valley Chorale, that this is a very good way to do well for your organization and help fund a cure for childhood cancer. . . And if you want to double that. . . buy some of our African line lanyards (click over and see for yourself!).  These are made with beads fashioned by HIV+ mothers and war refuges in Uganda as part of a Fair Trade project called Beads for Life and they are made from lacquered recycled paper.  Think about it:  for a small donation (or a large donation, if you prefer) you can support your own organization's auction, help fund a cure for pediatric cancer, give African women a chance to earn a fair wage, and encourage recycling!!!!   WIN/WIN/WIN/WIN.  That rivals Charlie Sheen on Red Bull!

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Restore

March 10, 2011


And so we begin the trudge through Lent.  


When we hit Mardi Gras, 2009 and rolled into Lent, Erin had just scored her first ever perfect attendance for a six weeks grading period and was honing her Wii skills, whomping everyone at bowling, tennis, and cow racing.  By Maundy Thursday, she had run out of miracles.  


Last year, I struggled during Lent, wondering why I had to give up so much (I'm thinking a daughter is all in compared with chocolate, Diet Dr. Pepper, or Facebook).   I tried to appreciate the springing of spring and the nuances of all the different shades of green that popped out all around me.  I limped through. 


This year to kick off Lent, Walter had to work through dinner and Ash Wednesday worship.  He missed seeing Nico, Toni, Matt, and Meagan singing the first anthem.  I was there, but missed out just as surely.  Where was Erin?  Not, as she should be, standing in the middle of the small choir turning a quartet into a fivesome.


I have to say that it was not that much of a comfort to hear "ashes to ashes, dust to dust" during the imposition of the ashes.


The closing hymn was "Walk that Lonesome Valley" which took me straight to the days when we sang along to that on our Kingston Trio CD, and I would often replay that one, just to avoid some of the other tunes (all sung with impeccable harmony; almost all featuring drinking, gambling, infidelity, or lawlessness).  I smiled to keep from crying, by reminding myself that the Kingston Trio, George Jones, and Joan Baez all rocked that hymn better than our congregation does.


In the end, I left uplifted, grasping the three key words of the homily:

Instead of 

offense  --  punishment 

we have

OFFENSE  --  FORGIVENESS  --  RESTORATION

This is what we need and this is what we get.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Smile

March 4, 2011


Does this make you smile?




How about this?






Do I have to pull out the big guns?






The bigger guns?




I hope you are smiling now because I'm trying to save your life and improve its quality.  According to LeaAnne Harker and Dacher Keltner, of UC, Berkley, smiling is a winning strategy.  They measured yearbook smiles, then tracked down the folks they measured.  Larger smilers had longer-lasting marriages and higher contentment with their own well being.


Another study measured the facial expression on Major League baseball players' trading card photos.  On average, big smiling players lived to age 80.  In contrast, those who didn't smile died significantly sooner (age 72.9).  Players that showed a trace of a smile had in between longevity (75 years).


Brain studies also confirm the positive effect of smiling.  A smile stimulates the brain as much as 2,000 bars of chocolate and lowers stress hormones like cortisol and adrenaline.


So when someone says "Smile for the camera!"  Do It!



Friday, February 25, 2011

Hop

February 25, 2011


No Odd-Friday Lanyards today.  I have to go up to Bryan High around 8:00 to set up the lanyard table/booth for the Color Guard Competition in the morning.  You can stop by the usual time (early evening) if you have the interest and skill set to help me sort the 25+ pounds of beads currently forming a bead stew in the bead room.  This beautiful, but randomized assortment, came from a generous donor from Atlanta, who had grown tired of her jewelry making hobby.  The collection is enormous (both loose beads and jewelry that needs deconstruction), and it will be enormously helpful, once we can get it organized.


I started this post with the title "Hop" but the blogger autofill turned it into "Hope" which would be a nice title, but totally inaccurate.


Today started as another perfect day in paradise.  Willie and Teddy took me on our usual walk.  I could see shadows of birds against the pre-dawn sky taking the early morning flight back north, signaling that I could, indeed, store the heavy woolens and cold weather paraphernalia.  As we neared home, Willie raced ahead.  I supposed he was looking for his cat mistress who he likes to serenade first thing in the morning.  I was wrong.


I rounded the corner into my neighbor's drive, because I thought I saw the shadow of Willie dart that direction.  I found him standing on his back legs, nosed pressed to the wire mesh, watching the neighbor girl's new, white bunnies hop willy-nilly around their hutch like Jiffy-Pop popcorn.


Dragging him home, I felt like a football player training by pulling the sledge behind me.


Once I had Willie home, I had to fetch the incorrigible Teddy.  She had assumed Willie's position, circling the bunny hutch and barking her tiny little bark.  The bunnies had stopped popping randomly around their cage, and were peering down at Teddy sticking their little tongues out in disdain.  


I wonder how long it will take for the bunny union to have to fill in 0 in the blank of their safety sign?



Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Graph

February 23, 2011

So, Ezra Klein, referenced this graphic in his blog yesterday.  It was derived by a couple business school professors.  This is a shocking disparity between actuality and perception (not to mention the ideal). 


It made me start wondering how much of the world we actual get wrong when we think we have it right.

Is my estimate of how many people enjoy my class this skewed?

How about my perception of how I looked in that new pair of pants I wore yesterday?

The possibilities to be wrong are endless.

It probably slops over into what most people think about how much money goes to pediatric cancer research, either by some esteemed agency like the American Cancer Society or at the federal level.  I'm not sure what you think about this, but here is the actual in 2008.


I had to blew up the graph to extra large, just so you could see the sliver of funding at ACS that actually goes to childhood cancer research.  Does that match what you thought or your ideal?

This graph of the NCI/Pediatric Cancer Funding doesn't even make sense unless you look real hard at it.  It seems like great strides are being made, but even at it's highest level in 2008, the yellow bar ($190) is less than 4% of the total expenditure ($4800) by the National Cancer Institute.


Where is the magic mirror that let's us see this reality and then demand that the reality change so that it matches our perception or maybe even our ideal? 

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Do

February 19, 2011


Why it took almost a month after Walter's actual milestone birthday to celebrate with the Tjoelkers at Madden's last night, I can not explain.  Mark's trip to Australia; Elaine's mandatory chauffeur role in the Tjoelker boys' fun-and action-filled schedules;  Walter's many, many late nights at work; my own quick-filling dance card.  I can say with no hesitation that we all deserved a night off and were happy to have Peter Madden and his kitchen staff cooking for us.


Nobody needs one more thing to fit into their schedule, even if ought to be fun and relaxing.


So?


Instead of one more thing, I'll give you several:


Locally, 


We have two "Drives" going on right now:  


1.  underwear, socks, and toiletries for homeless children who attend Bryan school (NOTE:  unfortunately, we have way too many kids that fall into this category in the county)


2.  used books (not textbook or old encyclopedias, but stuff you enjoyed but don't need to keep) for the Hearne Public Library


Drop me a message (here, by email, by text, by facebook, by phone), and I will arrange to get your stuff from you.


Don't have stuff?


Help me man an Erin's Dream Lanyard booth at the Bryan High Color Guard Competition next Saturday.


Not a Local?


Try this, by mail:


Nikki the Red, who many of you know as the young woman who does the blogathon every year to raise money for pediatric cancer research sent me an email asking for something that I have a lot of (and so do you).  She writes:


"I'm in need of the bottom of your junk drawers. I'm looking for any kind of mini items, rusty old things, tiny toys that have been sitting around forever, broken jewelry or single earrings, whatever you have. If you'd be willing to ship it to me, I'll gladly pay your postage."


Apparently, she has an art project in mind.  Email her at pookielocks@ymail.com to work out the details.


What?  You don't live locally and you have no junk to mail to a poor, but creative college student?  Choose a project in your own home town and do something.


If you live in or near Boston or Buffalo, get with the program and donate something to Cure Me I'm Irish:


http://www.willlacey.com/2010/01/cure-me-im-irish-march-6th.html


http://www.curemeimirish-buffalo.org/


Or choose something close to your location and your heart.  Do it, and then leave me a note telling me about it.


Is all this happening too quickly for your already packed schedule?  That's okay, you can start planning your spring cleaning around the Erin Buenger Memorial Scholarship garage sale, coming on May 7.  Set aside your great garage sale items.  I'll arrange pick up and storage.




It doesn't matter.  You're busy, but not too busy to help.  


Let's Do It!



Sunday, February 13, 2011

Break

February 13, 2011


If your dentist has his fingers in your mouth, that last thing you want him to mutter is, "Classic!"  When that happened to me on Friday morning the first thing I thought was "I hope he's not thinking of buying a classic/vintage auto based on the fees he sees looking in my mouth."  The second thing I thought was "Wake up, Vickie.  You must be having one of those dreams where your teeth fall out of your mouth.  Don't they signify that you are afraid of losing control?  Maybe I'm dreaming and my teeth really aren't falling out of my mouth.  But that can't be right.  Vickie would NEVER be anxious about losing control!"


So, it wasn't that bad.  I have, apparently, reached the age where my teeth may start breaking (from years of chewing? Will a liquid diet save the rest of them at this point?  Could I survive on hops-based or grape-based liquids?).  Sig Kendall, my hero dentist (who I called at home on Thursday night after I discovered half a tooth missing.  NOTE:  back before I was the mother of a pediatric cancer patient, I would never have called a doctor or dentist at home, especially in a case like this where there was no blood and no pain.) suggested I stop by his office at 7:45 on Friday so he could have a look and give me a temporary fix.  I countered with 7:30, so I could make a scheduled meeting.  He agreed.  By 7:50 on Friday morning, I was headed out of Sig's door on my way to my first meeting of the day and secure until next Thursday when I go back.


I turned back towards him as I departed and said, "That was quick.  You can grab a cup of coffee before you first real patient."  


But he had no patients coming in.  He had opened the office himself, turned on all the equipment, and organized his tray without any staff assistance.  Last Friday was his day off.  He was headed up towards Stephenville to deal with his place there.  All the pipes and the pump had frozen earlier in the week.  But he thought it was important to take time to come in and fix my tooth before he started the 200 miles he had to cover before he started plumbing.


This is the dentist who made a house call Erin's last week of life because one of her canine teeth was bothering her.  Have you ever heard of a dentist that makes House Calls?


This was the dentist who would sit in the floor to do Davis's and Erin's dental exams when they first started dental care at age two, because they were both a bit afraid of the chair.


Now you know why I have a dentist for a hero.