...just not kicking much. Sorry. I've been busy, to say the least, AND the weather is finally getting warm, so I've been trying to catch some rays, but haven't had much time yet.
Coming back from a client, late tonight, had a funny moment with a squeedgee, while stopped at a red light, picture this:
Montreal, downtown. A tired, hungry woman heading home at 9 o'clock at night after a long day at a client. She's munching on some raw vegetables while she's driving. The light turns red at a busy intersection. Three guys come out of nowhere, squeedgee in hands. They all look like life has chewed them up and spat them out. Sad. One of them walks toward her car. She waves him no, but the kid keeps on walking with this blank look on his face and attacks her windshield. She just sits there, munching away, too tired to honk or anything of the sort. When the kid makes his way to the driver's side, she rolls down her window and says:
"Sorry, I only have veggies... do you want them?"
After a big sigh, the guy finishes the windshield, and put out his hand. She gives him the bag, which only contains a few baby carrots, one or two broccoli and a piece of sharp cheddar. He takes it and says: "Thank you ma'am" and walks away.
That kid was in a serious need of a good scrub, but at least he did have some veggies today, eh.
That was my Sophia* moment, ah!
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* Sophia Petrillo, "Golden Girls"
"There is great need for a sarcasm font."
Showing posts with label Charity. Show all posts
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Thursday, May 20, 2010
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
"Man In Glass House Should Not Throw Rocks"
Last week we met Hubby’s cousin and her husband for dinner. She reads this blog (Hi Mousse!), and because she does she asked me about something I’ve posted a while back in which I had written that I was brewing a post, but never really talked about it again.
I chose not to at the time, because I didn’t want to offend some readers (I have this talent, it seems…), but it’s been a little while so I figured I would address it.
A few of the blogs I read had posts about a fellow blogger in need of monetary help. I will not get into the details, but let’s just say that this lady has serious health and financial problems. Somebody else wrote a post and commented on her situation. Things were written and tempers got in the way, and as usual in these situations some things were blown out of proportions. I’m not saying it was wrong nor right, I’m just relating the facts, grossly, and that is all.
With recent events in my life, I can’t help and wonder what I would do, if I was facing death and couldn’t afford treatments? There is one major benefice in living in this country, our medical system is free. Yes it does come with long waiting periods, but still, we don’t have to pay to see a doctor. And that is worth a lot. I have a hard time with the concept that some government will “invest” billions of dollars in order to save the economy when its population is sick and can’t afford treatments or medication. There is something seriously wrong with this. Sorry, I digress.
This lady was a point where she could no longer feed her kids and cover her cancer treatments. It’s sad. It’s infuriating. And yet, I can’t help and wonder: if she’s that broke how come she’s blogging? If she’s this sick, why is she wasting time on here instead of with her kids? ? I’m NOT judging her, I’m asking myself questions. I was thinking how would I spend my time in that situation?
When I say I’m not judging, I’m not. With what I’ve seen when I delivered the Family Christmas Baskets, I’ve learned not to judge. At least I try not to. It’s hard at times. I also came to realise we don’t all have the same values and don’t all react the same ways. I know what it means to make a choice, even if I never had to choose between food or treatments. I’m not saying I’m not judgemental, because that would be a lie. I do judge people, at times, on the way they dress (like at the funeral home), or on the way they behave. I will also admit that I will judge people on what they eat. I’ve said it before, I’m a food snob. I can live with that. But one thing I try not to do is to judge someone who is struggling and asking for help. In my book, that takes a lot of courage and not everybody is willing to expose him or herself that way. Would you?
I chose not to at the time, because I didn’t want to offend some readers (I have this talent, it seems…), but it’s been a little while so I figured I would address it.
A few of the blogs I read had posts about a fellow blogger in need of monetary help. I will not get into the details, but let’s just say that this lady has serious health and financial problems. Somebody else wrote a post and commented on her situation. Things were written and tempers got in the way, and as usual in these situations some things were blown out of proportions. I’m not saying it was wrong nor right, I’m just relating the facts, grossly, and that is all.
With recent events in my life, I can’t help and wonder what I would do, if I was facing death and couldn’t afford treatments? There is one major benefice in living in this country, our medical system is free. Yes it does come with long waiting periods, but still, we don’t have to pay to see a doctor. And that is worth a lot. I have a hard time with the concept that some government will “invest” billions of dollars in order to save the economy when its population is sick and can’t afford treatments or medication. There is something seriously wrong with this. Sorry, I digress.
This lady was a point where she could no longer feed her kids and cover her cancer treatments. It’s sad. It’s infuriating. And yet, I can’t help and wonder: if she’s that broke how come she’s blogging? If she’s this sick, why is she wasting time on here instead of with her kids? ? I’m NOT judging her, I’m asking myself questions. I was thinking how would I spend my time in that situation?
When I say I’m not judging, I’m not. With what I’ve seen when I delivered the Family Christmas Baskets, I’ve learned not to judge. At least I try not to. It’s hard at times. I also came to realise we don’t all have the same values and don’t all react the same ways. I know what it means to make a choice, even if I never had to choose between food or treatments. I’m not saying I’m not judgemental, because that would be a lie. I do judge people, at times, on the way they dress (like at the funeral home), or on the way they behave. I will also admit that I will judge people on what they eat. I’ve said it before, I’m a food snob. I can live with that. But one thing I try not to do is to judge someone who is struggling and asking for help. In my book, that takes a lot of courage and not everybody is willing to expose him or herself that way. Would you?
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
It's not right!
I'm out of breath! Not from running, nah, I don't really do that. Not from doing exercise either... nope. I'm put of breath because I let other people's lack of planning or organisation constitute an emergency on my part. It's my problem, I know. I'm fully aware of this, and yet, despite some efforts I can't seem to completely "let it slide" or do like Hubby says so well "F*ck it all!"
Maybe I'll ask my GP on Saturday for a prescription for those little suckers... Maybe they would do the trick!
In the mean time, I have to vent a little, yet again. April was a "windy" (vent) month for me, wasn't it? Oh well. Earlier today I received an email from the Canadian Cancer Society. As you may remember, I'm doing this Relay for Life thing in a month or so, and our team (VIGILANT) is doing great. We are 5th among the top ten for our district (Montreal-Centre). I'm happy about that.
When I decided to put together a team it was because one: I wanted to do it (again) because who among us hasn't been touched by cancer in some ways, and two: because I wanted to contribute to cancer research. It might be utopian of me to think that the money given actually goes to research, but hey... I did put a team together and we're 12. I'm trying to keep the focus on the fact that first and foremost this is a fund raising activity, not only a "fun night" walking. The Society "expect" each participant to raise a minimum of $100 (in addition to the $10 fee to sign up, which entitles you to a T-Shirt, breakfast, soup, etc.) That's cool, it's a fundraiser, remember. Today when I got that email stating that each participant is “also encourage" to sell/buy at least 5 luminaries (at the cost of $5/ea.) it rubbed me wrong. What's next? Already a member of the team wants to quit because she doesn't feel worthy because she's not bringing in that much money and can't really afford to buy luminaries... This is not sitting well with me. I will let them know, on Tuesday night during the Captains' meeting that I don’t agree with their way of doing this, and that most likely next year I won’t be raising money for them.
Yes it is a fundraiser, but it shouldn't be about pressing people to sell. Not many of us are really comfy asking others for donations and to add the luminaries... I don’t want this experience to be all about money. There’s more to it than that. Granted without luminaries the path would look completely different and it wouldn’t be as touching. That was one of my favourite moments last year. To think that each of those little candles is burning in honour or in memory of a person touched by cancer is moving to say the least…
I think I'm done for now... Time for bed & to catch my breath a little.
Maybe I'll ask my GP on Saturday for a prescription for those little suckers... Maybe they would do the trick!In the mean time, I have to vent a little, yet again. April was a "windy" (vent) month for me, wasn't it? Oh well. Earlier today I received an email from the Canadian Cancer Society. As you may remember, I'm doing this Relay for Life thing in a month or so, and our team (VIGILANT) is doing great. We are 5th among the top ten for our district (Montreal-Centre). I'm happy about that.
When I decided to put together a team it was because one: I wanted to do it (again) because who among us hasn't been touched by cancer in some ways, and two: because I wanted to contribute to cancer research. It might be utopian of me to think that the money given actually goes to research, but hey... I did put a team together and we're 12. I'm trying to keep the focus on the fact that first and foremost this is a fund raising activity, not only a "fun night" walking. The Society "expect" each participant to raise a minimum of $100 (in addition to the $10 fee to sign up, which entitles you to a T-Shirt, breakfast, soup, etc.) That's cool, it's a fundraiser, remember. Today when I got that email stating that each participant is “also encourage" to sell/buy at least 5 luminaries (at the cost of $5/ea.) it rubbed me wrong. What's next? Already a member of the team wants to quit because she doesn't feel worthy because she's not bringing in that much money and can't really afford to buy luminaries... This is not sitting well with me. I will let them know, on Tuesday night during the Captains' meeting that I don’t agree with their way of doing this, and that most likely next year I won’t be raising money for them.
Yes it is a fundraiser, but it shouldn't be about pressing people to sell. Not many of us are really comfy asking others for donations and to add the luminaries... I don’t want this experience to be all about money. There’s more to it than that. Granted without luminaries the path would look completely different and it wouldn’t be as touching. That was one of my favourite moments last year. To think that each of those little candles is burning in honour or in memory of a person touched by cancer is moving to say the least…
I think I'm done for now... Time for bed & to catch my breath a little.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
"So this is Christmas, and what have you done..."
Before telling you about how the delivery went, I thought I’d let you know about all the stuff we managed to put together for the men at “La Maison du Père”. I actually did more shopping this year, than I had done all the previous years. While at the cash, I was asked questions like: “Do you only had men in your life?” and “Did you emptied our racks?”…Funny what buying a bunch of razors, shaving gel, socks, undies, etc. will make people say.
With the generous contributions of our friends, I managed to buy:
We delivered today. The delivery experience was very different from previous years. We only had one car full of goods (compared to three years before). We drove to “La Maison du Père” and saw men lined up all ready. I had thought that if we went there between lunch and dinner it would be less busy, but I thought wrong. As soon as they saw me talking bags out of the car they offered to help. I managed to make my way to the front door and was welcomed by a drunken man, talking to himself and a few other lurkers. I explained to the man in charge that I had a car full of stuff, so he told me to go by the docks, someone would be waiting for me. As soon as I put down the bags, full of gloves, this old man came by and asked the one in charge, showing his old gloves, full of holes, if he could get a pair of new ones…
As I got back into the car, I told Hubby that the “good feeling”, or the joy of seeing people’s happiness from receiving it all, wasn’t the same here. At all. We made our way to the loading docks and started unloading the goods. The man in charge there was very appreciative of what they were receiving and was very excited to see the cans of shaving gel and the razors. He knew that those things were expensive, and in great demand by the men at “La Maison du Père”. We unloaded everything, wished them all a Merry Christmas and came home. Those last five minutes, made it all worth it. I know we "did good", but somehow the feeling isn't quite the same as when a kid's face lights up because he saw a treat in a bag or a bag full of gifts... In a way this is why I chose this cause this year, to help those that society has given up on, and seeing all those men lined up, on Christmas Day, reminded me how good I do have it...
I may not have felt like seeing the relatives today, but in a way I should consider myself lucky to be with those I love and who love me back (or so Ihope think)...
If every one of us did something like try to help somebody in need, on a smaller scale, I’m convinced that the world would be a better place and that poverty would be taken care of. We need to help each other, and show compassion. We need to show, somehow, that we do care…
I leave you with one of my favorite song's lyrics, and if you click on the link, if you want to hear it and to close you'll see an interesting video...
With the generous contributions of our friends, I managed to buy:- 51 cans of shaving gel
- 416 disposable razors
- 36 pairs of sport socks
- 42 pairs of wool socks
- 55 under wear
- 100 white T-shirts
- 36 kits of fleece gloves and hat
Plus I have a big bag full of second-hand clothes, including lots of socks, a snowsuit, a ski jacket, a blazer and some dress pant.
Once again, I’m touched by the generosity of our friends, and how well they responded.
We delivered today. The delivery experience was very different from previous years. We only had one car full of goods (compared to three years before). We drove to “La Maison du Père” and saw men lined up all ready. I had thought that if we went there between lunch and dinner it would be less busy, but I thought wrong. As soon as they saw me talking bags out of the car they offered to help. I managed to make my way to the front door and was welcomed by a drunken man, talking to himself and a few other lurkers. I explained to the man in charge that I had a car full of stuff, so he told me to go by the docks, someone would be waiting for me. As soon as I put down the bags, full of gloves, this old man came by and asked the one in charge, showing his old gloves, full of holes, if he could get a pair of new ones…
As I got back into the car, I told Hubby that the “good feeling”, or the joy of seeing people’s happiness from receiving it all, wasn’t the same here. At all. We made our way to the loading docks and started unloading the goods. The man in charge there was very appreciative of what they were receiving and was very excited to see the cans of shaving gel and the razors. He knew that those things were expensive, and in great demand by the men at “La Maison du Père”. We unloaded everything, wished them all a Merry Christmas and came home. Those last five minutes, made it all worth it. I know we "did good", but somehow the feeling isn't quite the same as when a kid's face lights up because he saw a treat in a bag or a bag full of gifts... In a way this is why I chose this cause this year, to help those that society has given up on, and seeing all those men lined up, on Christmas Day, reminded me how good I do have it...I may not have felt like seeing the relatives today, but in a way I should consider myself lucky to be with those I love and who love me back (or so I
If every one of us did something like try to help somebody in need, on a smaller scale, I’m convinced that the world would be a better place and that poverty would be taken care of. We need to help each other, and show compassion. We need to show, somehow, that we do care…
I leave you with one of my favorite song's lyrics, and if you click on the link, if you want to hear it and to close you'll see an interesting video...
Happy Christmas (Lyrics)
And what have you done - Another year over
And a new one just begun - And so this is christmas
I hope you have fun - The near and the dear ones
The old and the young - A very merry christmas
And a happy new year - Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear - And so this is christmas
For weak and for strong - For rich and the poor ones
The war is so long - And so happy christmas
For black and for white - For yellow and red ones
Let’s stop all the fight - A very merry christmas
And a happy new year - Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear - And so this is christmas
And what have we done - Another year over
And a new one just begun - And so happy christmas
I hope you have fun - The near and the dear ones
The old and the young - A very merry christmas
And a happy new year - Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear - And so this is christmas
And what have we done -Another year over
And a new one just begun.
And what have you done - Another year over
And a new one just begun - And so this is christmas
I hope you have fun - The near and the dear ones
The old and the young - A very merry christmas
And a happy new year - Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear - And so this is christmas
For weak and for strong - For rich and the poor ones
The war is so long - And so happy christmas
For black and for white - For yellow and red ones
Let’s stop all the fight - A very merry christmas
And a happy new year - Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear - And so this is christmas
And what have we done - Another year over
And a new one just begun - And so happy christmas
I hope you have fun - The near and the dear ones
The old and the young - A very merry christmas
And a happy new year - Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear - And so this is christmas
And what have we done -Another year over
And a new one just begun.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
One for me!
I’m taking a bit of time for “me”. The last few days between the snow, the driving conditions from Hell (if it was to freeze over), and the Christmas frenzy I feel like I haven’t had tome for me at all. At moments like these I can’t help and wonder how parents do it… being pulled in all directions, all the time… I’m happy I realised that it wasn’t for me to be a parent… I know the joys out balance the rest, but still… Call me selfish, I don’t care! I need quiet time, alone, with my keyboard!
Since the storm, it kept on snowing a bit everyday, making driving a real nightmare. Yesterday on the radio, the traffic guy said that in twenty years of doing traffic reports he never had bad days like the last two days. To get anywhere was impossible. Of course, that is when you must get somewhere… like having my appointment with the neurologist yesterday morning. That went well. He’ll be sending me for more tests in the New Year, so no worries, I’m being “taken care of”.
This year, instead of adopting a family in need, due to space limitation in our new condo, I’ve decided to help the homeless around here. So, with the generous contributions of our friends, I’ve been shopping for those guys. I emptied a rack at Zellers of gift-set they had of gloves and hat. I did the same for wool socks. Last night was a Costco run where I got lots (I mean like hundreds) of disposable razors, shaving gel, undershirts, undies, and some more socks. Our room in the basement is packed, even if we don’t have the space for it all. At least, it’s nothing compared to previous years. I will post pictures and more details about it all, after we’ve delivered the goods. It was fun to shop for those men, thinking that we were helping them in some little way. It does feel good.
Aaaahhhh, the joy of giving… Read my post about it, from last year.
Since the storm, it kept on snowing a bit everyday, making driving a real nightmare. Yesterday on the radio, the traffic guy said that in twenty years of doing traffic reports he never had bad days like the last two days. To get anywhere was impossible. Of course, that is when you must get somewhere… like having my appointment with the neurologist yesterday morning. That went well. He’ll be sending me for more tests in the New Year, so no worries, I’m being “taken care of”.
This year, instead of adopting a family in need, due to space limitation in our new condo, I’ve decided to help the homeless around here. So, with the generous contributions of our friends, I’ve been shopping for those guys. I emptied a rack at Zellers of gift-set they had of gloves and hat. I did the same for wool socks. Last night was a Costco run where I got lots (I mean like hundreds) of disposable razors, shaving gel, undershirts, undies, and some more socks. Our room in the basement is packed, even if we don’t have the space for it all. At least, it’s nothing compared to previous years. I will post pictures and more details about it all, after we’ve delivered the goods. It was fun to shop for those men, thinking that we were helping them in some little way. It does feel good.
Aaaahhhh, the joy of giving… Read my post about it, from last year.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Two more weeks...
Little recap of our weekend: Round One of Christmas Party is over.
Friday night was a client’s party and despite my apprehension, it turned out to be a great evening. We had a fun time. We left home earlier and slowly walked there. We stopped at a few shops along the way; I did manage to find a gift for the daughter of a cousin, and it was small enough that Hubby put it in his coat pocket. When we got to the restaurant, I was happy to see that most people were late because they couldn’t find parking. Ha!
Saturday night we both had parties: Hubby’s client and my meditation group. So we left home at the same time, but opposite direction. We both had a good time and came home at about the same time… talk about timing! I came home with a bunch of gifts, among which was a beautiful table cloth with its napkins and rings, and without even knowing it she picked colours that match perfectly with our colours. I was so happy about that, since we didn’t have one that fit our new table.
Yesterday we went for a walk in Old Montreal (again) and I came home with a pair of Christmas socks and an Alessi floss dispenser. I just love those little guys. Isn't he interesting looking?
While Hubby worked on his mountain bike that he’s giving away to a teen who’s mother can not afford a bike for him, I was making six tourtières, in preparation for our Christmas dinner. We now have five left, since we had to “taste” one for dinner; we just had to make sure it was up to our standards.
I just love my new oven! I was able to put in the six pies at once, I’m new to “convection” and just for the fact that I didn’t have to do three baking sessions is amazing. Simply ‘loving it!!!
Today I’ll be preparing some meat balls for my Ragoût de pattes de cochon. That alone will take me a good chunk of the afternoon… While those little suckers are cooking I’ll finish wrapping my gifts. Only 15 days left…
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Image: Otto
Friday night was a client’s party and despite my apprehension, it turned out to be a great evening. We had a fun time. We left home earlier and slowly walked there. We stopped at a few shops along the way; I did manage to find a gift for the daughter of a cousin, and it was small enough that Hubby put it in his coat pocket. When we got to the restaurant, I was happy to see that most people were late because they couldn’t find parking. Ha!
Saturday night we both had parties: Hubby’s client and my meditation group. So we left home at the same time, but opposite direction. We both had a good time and came home at about the same time… talk about timing! I came home with a bunch of gifts, among which was a beautiful table cloth with its napkins and rings, and without even knowing it she picked colours that match perfectly with our colours. I was so happy about that, since we didn’t have one that fit our new table.
Yesterday we went for a walk in Old Montreal (again) and I came home with a pair of Christmas socks and an Alessi floss dispenser. I just love those little guys. Isn't he interesting looking?While Hubby worked on his mountain bike that he’s giving away to a teen who’s mother can not afford a bike for him, I was making six tourtières, in preparation for our Christmas dinner. We now have five left, since we had to “taste” one for dinner; we just had to make sure it was up to our standards.
I just love my new oven! I was able to put in the six pies at once, I’m new to “convection” and just for the fact that I didn’t have to do three baking sessions is amazing. Simply ‘loving it!!!
Today I’ll be preparing some meat balls for my Ragoût de pattes de cochon. That alone will take me a good chunk of the afternoon… While those little suckers are cooking I’ll finish wrapping my gifts. Only 15 days left…
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Image: Otto
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Open Season!
Last night we had our second condo meeting. Because we’re just starting it was held in the garage… Let’s just say that it was cold and in order to move things along quickly I think I seconded every motion that came forward. I asked if we were allowed to decorate our front door with a wreath as long as we don’t damage the door, it was accepted! Yay!
I also proposed that we should limit the duration of Christmas decorations and it was accepted, double yay! We are only allowed to decorate from Dec. 1st until mid-January and no blown-up decoration on the balconies allowed, triple yay!
Last night I did all our Christmas cards. This year we are sending 108! It’s crazy!!! In those 15 are for clients of ours. Now, I have to get Hubby in gear to sign them, Yikes, not an easy task! I already feel “late” so he’ll feel the pressure if he doesn’t get to them. Hee.
Tomorrow we will have our first Christmas party. It’s a client of mine, and he made my day earlier when he sent me an email telling me the company would contribute a generous amount for my “homeless project” this year. Tomorrow night we’ll be doing the fiesta at a Mexican restaurant not too far from here, maybe we’ll walk there if it’s not too cold. That way Hubby can drink and I don't have to drive!
Saturday we both have parties, Hubby’s client and my meditation group. So we will go our separate ways. We do a gift exchange at the group, and each year I come home with a hoard of gifts. It’s so much fun, even if it’s not a “party” as such, i.e. no dancing or such, just people sharing a good meal (pot luck, this year I’m making “Waldorf Salad”) and talking. There’s some signing, and music, two members are musicians for the Montreal Symphonic Orchestra, so that’s always nice.
It’s official, Christmas Season is open!!
A peaceful picture, maybe one day we will all reach that peacefulness... Let's hope so...
I also proposed that we should limit the duration of Christmas decorations and it was accepted, double yay! We are only allowed to decorate from Dec. 1st until mid-January and no blown-up decoration on the balconies allowed, triple yay!
Last night I did all our Christmas cards. This year we are sending 108! It’s crazy!!! In those 15 are for clients of ours. Now, I have to get Hubby in gear to sign them, Yikes, not an easy task! I already feel “late” so he’ll feel the pressure if he doesn’t get to them. Hee.
Tomorrow we will have our first Christmas party. It’s a client of mine, and he made my day earlier when he sent me an email telling me the company would contribute a generous amount for my “homeless project” this year. Tomorrow night we’ll be doing the fiesta at a Mexican restaurant not too far from here, maybe we’ll walk there if it’s not too cold. That way Hubby can drink and I don't have to drive!
Saturday we both have parties, Hubby’s client and my meditation group. So we will go our separate ways. We do a gift exchange at the group, and each year I come home with a hoard of gifts. It’s so much fun, even if it’s not a “party” as such, i.e. no dancing or such, just people sharing a good meal (pot luck, this year I’m making “Waldorf Salad”) and talking. There’s some signing, and music, two members are musicians for the Montreal Symphonic Orchestra, so that’s always nice.
It’s official, Christmas Season is open!!
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Red White and Green
As you may have figured out by now, Christmas is a period of the year that I love. It surely comes from my mother who is simply "jingle bells" about it. She's one of those people you don't really want as a neighbour at Christmas time. She over does the decorations, in every room there’s something. For example, the bathroom has the Santa toilet lid cover that smiles when closed and on the inside (when lid is up) Santa pinches his nose. The soap dispensers, the salt & pepper shakers, glasses, etc. Everywhere it is Christmas! I’m not that bad, at least I think not… I did put a Mickey Snowman in the bathroom and changed our hand towels for winter ones and a few decorations but that’s it. I tend to put things that are more “winter” than only Christmas. All this to say that because of the time it is and of my enjoyment of it all, I’ve decided to dedicate my December posts to Santa etc. It would be fun to start a "HoHoMoFo" month or something...
I must say, to me Christmas isn’t only a religious holiday, as in the birth of Christ. It is a time for love, peace and harmony (just like the rest of the year, anyway!) and to help others. This year I’ve decided to help a men’s shelter near home. Since we don’t have the space to store the goods like we did in the past (as you can see here), I went a different path but I will help those men with whom society is basically done with. Christmas, to me, always represented a good time with loved ones that I would get to see once a year or so, a time of joy and happiness. A time where we shared with others our meals, house, toys, love. Christmas, to me, is about giving. Last year I was hurt when I also faced hatred towards people who have different customs than we do, and it made me realised just how little I judged others based on their religious beliefs or nationality. I give because I want to. But after last year I can say, that I may not be a “churchgoer” but I do understand that true charity comes from the heart and it is based on the wanting to help others, no matter who they are. In case you’re wondering what I’m ref. to read this , or this one.
Expect a light month of December, but to those feeling the withdrawls from NaBloPoMo will be happy to read that I'll be here regularly!
I must say, to me Christmas isn’t only a religious holiday, as in the birth of Christ. It is a time for love, peace and harmony (just like the rest of the year, anyway!) and to help others. This year I’ve decided to help a men’s shelter near home. Since we don’t have the space to store the goods like we did in the past (as you can see here), I went a different path but I will help those men with whom society is basically done with. Christmas, to me, always represented a good time with loved ones that I would get to see once a year or so, a time of joy and happiness. A time where we shared with others our meals, house, toys, love. Christmas, to me, is about giving. Last year I was hurt when I also faced hatred towards people who have different customs than we do, and it made me realised just how little I judged others based on their religious beliefs or nationality. I give because I want to. But after last year I can say, that I may not be a “churchgoer” but I do understand that true charity comes from the heart and it is based on the wanting to help others, no matter who they are. In case you’re wondering what I’m ref. to read this , or this one.
Expect a light month of December, but to those feeling the withdrawls from NaBloPoMo will be happy to read that I'll be here regularly!
Monday, June 04, 2007
We walked and stayed awake!
Well, we did it! We participated in a very interesting experience: "Relay for Life".We shared 12 hours with cancer survivors, relatives and friends - every person there had one goal: to walk against cancer and to remember those we lost to it.
We were over 1 500 walkers, 300 survivors and over 5 000 luminaries lit our path for part of the night (I say part, because it rained for a part as well). That specific relay (Vaudreuil-Soulanges) raised over $333 000, among which our team "FORCA" raised $5 870. Hubby & I did manage to raise $2 135 thanks to all our generous friends & relatives' contributions.
The first lap was done by cancer survivors and I must say it was quite moving to see all those smiling faces, filled with emotion and pride to still be alive. One thing for sure, cancer is one thing that shows no discrimination whatsoever. To see a child, bald, walking along all those people did pull on some heartstrings. Then we started walking. We walked in turns of 30 min. As night fell the luminaries were lit. It gave a whole different vibe to the place.
This was/is a good cause and it was comforting to see people's generosity for it. It is with our pledges and actions that we will give more power to research and maybe manage to fight off this evil curse and to keep our loved ones longer.
Special thanks to my "blend" Liz who generously supported me, without even "really" knowing me - it meant a lot!
___
Picture: Taken by Hubby
Friday, December 22, 2006
Extreme Chritmas Basket!
We delivered all the goods last night, and yet again it was a success! We did manage to fill 3 cars up.
Gift basket I made for the girls, full of creams, make-up, etc.
Gift bags for each family members.
Toilet paper, some cleaning products and bags of clothes.
The language barrier was soon broken, and the mother explained to me how they left Palestinia to come here, 3 years ago and how grateful she was to receive so much generosity.
All apprehension or other feelings I might have felt prior to last night were washed away when I showed up with the gifts (one per family member). To hear their little 2 years old scream of joy when he saw the gift bags made it all worth while! All three of us (Hubby, a friend and myself) cracked up when we heard his excitement.
Once all the goods were in the house, the couple asked us in for coffee - we politely declined and wishes them a Merry Christmas.
I'm happy to see that we have friends who wear their hearts on their sleeves, and it touched me deeply that they answered my request the way they did.
A BIG thank you to each and everyone of you, near or far, without whom I wouldn't be able to succeed and to show that there are still good people out there, willing to give for the pleasure of giving, of helping and all done without prejudice - pure goodness!!!
Here's the stuff they got:
Canned goods & cleaning products.
Canned goods & cleaning products.
Gift basket I made for the girls, full of creams, make-up, etc.
Gift bags for each family members.
Toilet paper, some cleaning products and bags of clothes.The language barrier was soon broken, and the mother explained to me how they left Palestinia to come here, 3 years ago and how grateful she was to receive so much generosity.
All apprehension or other feelings I might have felt prior to last night were washed away when I showed up with the gifts (one per family member). To hear their little 2 years old scream of joy when he saw the gift bags made it all worth while! All three of us (Hubby, a friend and myself) cracked up when we heard his excitement.
Once all the goods were in the house, the couple asked us in for coffee - we politely declined and wishes them a Merry Christmas.
I'm happy to see that we have friends who wear their hearts on their sleeves, and it touched me deeply that they answered my request the way they did.
A BIG thank you to each and everyone of you, near or far, without whom I wouldn't be able to succeed and to show that there are still good people out there, willing to give for the pleasure of giving, of helping and all done without prejudice - pure goodness!!!
Thursday, December 21, 2006
It beginning to look a lot like Christmas…
…Well, not really outside. We have no snow! None! It’s cold, but nothing on the ground.
I feel thorn between the fact that I love these “winter conditions”, but I also love to have a white Christmas. As I’m getting older, I get scared to drive on snow, ice and whathaveyou, but at least the snow “cleans” up everything and brings this peacefulness. Nonetheless, Christmas is around the corner, can you believe it? Unreal!
Today is the day, as far as I am concern, where I will experience (in every sense of the word) the true meaning of Christmas (for me at least): tonight, we (with the help of Hubby and a loyal, generous friend) will deliver the goods to my adoptive family.
This year I was assigned a family of six: mom, dad, three girls and one boy. They are Palestinian, and from the little conversation I have with the mother and father, they haven’t been here that long, because they don’t really speak much English or French.
I managed to get enough information to find out their sizes for clothes & shoes. Again, despite a client deciding to withdraw its participation because the family is Muslim (thus my frustration expressed in my little poem the other day), I am happy to see that we have very generous friends.
The main goal of the organization I go through is to give them food for a Christmas dinner and breakfast. I, with the help of our friends, go WAY beyond that. We have food for them, for at least a good 6 months in canned goods and household supplies. Yesterday I went to do their grocery run, for all fresh produce ($356.70 worth) including: fruits, vegetables, meat, poultry, bread, etc. Our garage is full!
Also, I made sure that each family member gets new socks, undies and pyjama (spent $205.85) as well as one gift. Yes they are Muslim and don’t celebrate Christmas, but I think it is about giving and I don’t know anybody, from whichever religion or race, who doesn’t enjoy receiving a gift! They will also get 8 big bags of clothes (used but clean), 2 bags of toys and I always make sure to get them a disposable camera which includes the photo development for free.
I really feel blessed to have friends and relatives so generous, who are willing to participate and give A LOT of food, money, clothes and toys. I wouldn’t be able to do it all without their help, at least not like the Extreme Christmas Basket.
I will meet the family for the first (and last) time tonight. I’m so excited and I’ll make sure to bring some tissues (I tend to get a little emotional at times... damn hormones!).
I feel thorn between the fact that I love these “winter conditions”, but I also love to have a white Christmas. As I’m getting older, I get scared to drive on snow, ice and whathaveyou, but at least the snow “cleans” up everything and brings this peacefulness. Nonetheless, Christmas is around the corner, can you believe it? Unreal!
Today is the day, as far as I am concern, where I will experience (in every sense of the word) the true meaning of Christmas (for me at least): tonight, we (with the help of Hubby and a loyal, generous friend) will deliver the goods to my adoptive family.
This year I was assigned a family of six: mom, dad, three girls and one boy. They are Palestinian, and from the little conversation I have with the mother and father, they haven’t been here that long, because they don’t really speak much English or French.
I managed to get enough information to find out their sizes for clothes & shoes. Again, despite a client deciding to withdraw its participation because the family is Muslim (thus my frustration expressed in my little poem the other day), I am happy to see that we have very generous friends.
The main goal of the organization I go through is to give them food for a Christmas dinner and breakfast. I, with the help of our friends, go WAY beyond that. We have food for them, for at least a good 6 months in canned goods and household supplies. Yesterday I went to do their grocery run, for all fresh produce ($356.70 worth) including: fruits, vegetables, meat, poultry, bread, etc. Our garage is full!
Also, I made sure that each family member gets new socks, undies and pyjama (spent $205.85) as well as one gift. Yes they are Muslim and don’t celebrate Christmas, but I think it is about giving and I don’t know anybody, from whichever religion or race, who doesn’t enjoy receiving a gift! They will also get 8 big bags of clothes (used but clean), 2 bags of toys and I always make sure to get them a disposable camera which includes the photo development for free.
I really feel blessed to have friends and relatives so generous, who are willing to participate and give A LOT of food, money, clothes and toys. I wouldn’t be able to do it all without their help, at least not like the Extreme Christmas Basket.
I will meet the family for the first (and last) time tonight. I’m so excited and I’ll make sure to bring some tissues (I tend to get a little emotional at times... damn hormones!).
Sunday, December 17, 2006
The Gift of Giving
Here's something I wrote (with a little help from Hubby) to express how I've been feeling regarding my yearly project of adopting a family in need at Christmas, and some issues I've been facing with some...
To keep with the spirit, I wrote it Christmas Story style...
Our friends I contacted by e-mail,
Hoping their generosity would not fail;
At once their responses came,
It was clear they were not lame!
What is this I hear?
Some of you may fear;
Christmas they do not celebrate,
Regardless, hunger must dissipate.
What does that matter?
Petty rivalries must shatter;
It’s not about a personal belief,
But to bring some relief.
No wonder the world is in disarray,
If charity only goes one way;
Hunger is agnostic,
Giving is fantastic!
Simply lay a hand,
And try to understand;
The meaning should be clear,
To spread some Holiday Cheer!
To give and share,
What you have and can spare;
To put food in a belly,
Help some to be merry.
It is not about religion,
Or any other reason;
Share some love with all,
That’s the meaning of Christmas, after all!
___
Image: The Gift of Giving
To keep with the spirit, I wrote it Christmas Story style...
‘Twas a month before Christmas, when all through the house,
I started organizing, with the help of my spouse;
A Christmas basket for a family in need,
For whom, my first objective, was really to feed.
I started organizing, with the help of my spouse;
A Christmas basket for a family in need,
For whom, my first objective, was really to feed.
Our friends I contacted by e-mail,
Hoping their generosity would not fail;
At once their responses came,
It was clear they were not lame!
What is this I hear?
Some of you may fear;
Christmas they do not celebrate,
Regardless, hunger must dissipate.
What does that matter?
Petty rivalries must shatter;
It’s not about a personal belief,
But to bring some relief.
No wonder the world is in disarray,
If charity only goes one way;
Hunger is agnostic,
Giving is fantastic!
Simply lay a hand,
And try to understand;
The meaning should be clear,
To spread some Holiday Cheer!
To give and share,
What you have and can spare;
To put food in a belly,
Help some to be merry.
It is not about religion,
Or any other reason;
Share some love with all,
That’s the meaning of Christmas, after all!
___
Image: The Gift of Giving
Monday, November 13, 2006
Kibble Thoughts!
and bits and bits of what's happening in my nuggin' today...
I drove alone today for the first time since my surgery! Woohoo!
When she called to let me know they wouldn’t be coming and that “maybe” we shouldn’t be friends because we don’t play in the “same circles”, I was shocked. I still don’t fully get it. I asked her if I (or we) ever made her feel that way, and she said no. Then, WTF? I told her, that if I never did anything wrong or degrading towards her and her husband to justify her telling me this, then she has some serious issues that she should address. Told her to sit her silly self down in front of a mirror and give herself a serious talking!
I drove alone today for the first time since my surgery! Woohoo!
***
Already 5 months Pooch is with us. I fear that she’s slowly going… I don’t know if it’s because she saw my mother a few weeks back or what, but she doesn’t have the same “joie de vivre” as she did before… I’d hate to lose her during the Holidays…***
I spoke with the mother of my “assigned” family for the Christmas Basket. A big family this year: 6 people! I’m already excited!***
My party is coming along! I just hope my recup keeps going the way it has. I don’t mind having to sit out a few dances, but I want to shake my bootie sooooo freakin’ bad it’s not even funny! That’s the only reason I wanted a party, to boogie!!!***
Can you believe that in 6 weeks it will be Christmas!!! Freaky!!!***
A friend told me she wasn’t coming to my party because she didn’t know what to get me! When she asked Hubby for ideas, he told her that he didn’t know either since we tend to be into “instant gratification: we want something (if we can afford it) we get it”. She took it as: No matter what she gets me I won’t enjoy it because I already have everything I want (which is totally NOT what Hubby meant!) Now, is it just me, or how dumb is that?When she called to let me know they wouldn’t be coming and that “maybe” we shouldn’t be friends because we don’t play in the “same circles”, I was shocked. I still don’t fully get it. I asked her if I (or we) ever made her feel that way, and she said no. Then, WTF? I told her, that if I never did anything wrong or degrading towards her and her husband to justify her telling me this, then she has some serious issues that she should address. Told her to sit her silly self down in front of a mirror and give herself a serious talking!
***
Another freaky thing: My MIL called our house line (which she hadn't done in over 13 years "in case" I would answer… she would call Hubby at work or on his cell.) and actually talked with me! That is so freakin’ weird – it’s almost worthy of the “Twilight Zone”!***
In all the cousins I have on my father’s side, I invited 21 of them (with their spouses) and only 3 are coming – kind of disappointed, but then again… kind of expected…***
What is the deal with people not answering invitations? I send an e-mail to "reserve" the date in May, then my invite in September (no excuse about not knowing in time, babysitter and whatnot) with a confirmation date. I sent a reminder in October and yet some people didn’t even have the decency to answer me – that is so rude! Or is this just plain normal?***
That's it for today, I've emptied my bowl of kibbles!
Monday, November 06, 2006
The Joy Of Giving
Despite everything going on at the moment in our lives; Hubby’s mother fighting cancer, my convalescence, the preparation for my 40th, etc. I wanted to “adopt” a family for Christmas again. I gave my name and ask for a family with kids.
I started doing this three years ago. I wanted to help in a real direct manner. Giving to Sun Youth or Centraide is fine, but I also wanted to know who would benefit from it. I know a lot of people who had issues with the fact that when they gave money they didn’t know where the money was going or what it was used for exactly. I’m also one of those people.
When I decided to “adopt” a family, I looked around some local organisations and asked how they worked, etc. When I found the West-Island Assistance Fund I was told they screened all applicants. A family in need applies for a Christmas Basket. They make sure they are in fact a low-income family, etc. There are always people out there who abuse the systems in order to get free stuff. I wanted to avoid that. I don’t mind giving but I want to make sure it goes to someone who really needs it.
I signed up as a “donor”. When I got the documentation of what to give, etc. I realised that the main goal was to basically make sure that a family would have a nice Christmas dinner and breakfast. For me, there’s more to Christmas than a nice dinner. I wanted to help in more ways than just by offering a meal or two. I make sure that their “essential” needs are met and then some. If I could help for more than just Christmas it was even better...
I asked our friends if they’d be willing to help. I was overwhelmed by the responses I got. Each year since I started doing this I’m touched by the response I get from our friends. I consider myself blessed just to have friends like that – they wear their hearts on their sleeves.
Doing this brings me joy and even if I cry almost each year when we deliver the goods, it is so worth it. In “The Economist” of October 14th, 2006 there was a short article entitled “The Joy Of Giving” where the sub-title was “Donating to charity rewards the brain”:
Once a family is assigned to me I contact them. I introduce myself and ask some questions like if there are any food allergies, preferences and if there is anything specific that they need. I know their names, etc. but all they know about me is my first name. They can’t contact me directly and don’t know anything more than what I tell them. To remain anonymous in this situation is a good thing. Before I deliver the goods I will contact them a few times.
When I started doing this I had no idea how much I would collect, and each year it’s the same. I tell people that our main goal is to offer a family a nice Christmas dinner and breakfast. The suggested list includes a turkey, sausages, vegetables, fruits, eggs, butter, cheese, jam, bacon, sugar, bread, etc. I’ve been collecting, as well, non-perishable goods (cans of vegetables, fruits, soups, juices, etc.), cereal, pasta, laundry detergent, hand soap, dish soap, shampoo, toilet paper, paper towels, toothpaste and brushes, sanitary pads, cleaning products, etc.
In order to raise money I decided to bake some goods that I would sale at clients. I would show up at their offices during their breaks with some “home baked” brownies, muffins, cupcakes, etc. and ask them to give me what they thought was fair for a sweet treat. With the money collected I made sure a fresh produce grocery would be bought and I made a point that each family member would get new underwear, socks, pyjamas, and slippers, at least one present each and a disposable camera including development.
The first and only encounter I have with the family is at the time of delivery. I deliver the goods on December 23rd. I remember the first year, a friend had told me not to judge the people receiving the goods. So many people made comments like: “Well, if they can afford to smoke they should afford to pay for their food”, and a part of me felt (and still does to a certain extent) that way too. It is hard to remain completely “neutral” when you see the big TV in the living room or the pc, and yet… Here’s a little anecdote from a friend who’s a fireman who used to deliver Christmas Baskets:
So far, each year we managed to fill 3 cars full of goods: it’s unreal and the look on their faces when they see and realise how much they are getting is absolutely priceless. I always make sure that they get the food first and we always finish with the gifts. A friend told me, last year, while standing in our garage full of food and goods: “The family that get you as a donor sure hits the jack pot that year!”
I will never forget how it broke my heart the first year, when the little 5 years old girl saw the gifts and ran to her mother to tell her: “Mommy, look, this year we’ll have gifts under our tree”. The following year when we were about to leave, that hug the mother gave me brought tears to my eyes. And last year, when the mother told me she had never received a gift before hit me hard… Emotionally it’s tough, but darn it feels good!
... and I wouldn't be able to do this without my patient husband (who hauls the stuff around and comes shopping with me) and our amazingly generous friends!
I started doing this three years ago. I wanted to help in a real direct manner. Giving to Sun Youth or Centraide is fine, but I also wanted to know who would benefit from it. I know a lot of people who had issues with the fact that when they gave money they didn’t know where the money was going or what it was used for exactly. I’m also one of those people.
When I decided to “adopt” a family, I looked around some local organisations and asked how they worked, etc. When I found the West-Island Assistance Fund I was told they screened all applicants. A family in need applies for a Christmas Basket. They make sure they are in fact a low-income family, etc. There are always people out there who abuse the systems in order to get free stuff. I wanted to avoid that. I don’t mind giving but I want to make sure it goes to someone who really needs it.
I signed up as a “donor”. When I got the documentation of what to give, etc. I realised that the main goal was to basically make sure that a family would have a nice Christmas dinner and breakfast. For me, there’s more to Christmas than a nice dinner. I wanted to help in more ways than just by offering a meal or two. I make sure that their “essential” needs are met and then some. If I could help for more than just Christmas it was even better...
I asked our friends if they’d be willing to help. I was overwhelmed by the responses I got. Each year since I started doing this I’m touched by the response I get from our friends. I consider myself blessed just to have friends like that – they wear their hearts on their sleeves.
Doing this brings me joy and even if I cry almost each year when we deliver the goods, it is so worth it. In “The Economist” of October 14th, 2006 there was a short article entitled “The Joy Of Giving” where the sub-title was “Donating to charity rewards the brain”:
“Providing for relatives come more naturally than reaching out to strangers. Nevertheless, it may be worth being kind to people outside the family as the favour might be reciprocated in future. But when it comes to anonymous benevolence, directed to causes that, unlike people, can give nothing in return, what could motivate a donor? The answer, according to neuroscience, is that it feels good.”It does feel good. It feels good to see that despite everything we see and hear on the news there are still good people out there willing to help others.
Once a family is assigned to me I contact them. I introduce myself and ask some questions like if there are any food allergies, preferences and if there is anything specific that they need. I know their names, etc. but all they know about me is my first name. They can’t contact me directly and don’t know anything more than what I tell them. To remain anonymous in this situation is a good thing. Before I deliver the goods I will contact them a few times.
When I started doing this I had no idea how much I would collect, and each year it’s the same. I tell people that our main goal is to offer a family a nice Christmas dinner and breakfast. The suggested list includes a turkey, sausages, vegetables, fruits, eggs, butter, cheese, jam, bacon, sugar, bread, etc. I’ve been collecting, as well, non-perishable goods (cans of vegetables, fruits, soups, juices, etc.), cereal, pasta, laundry detergent, hand soap, dish soap, shampoo, toilet paper, paper towels, toothpaste and brushes, sanitary pads, cleaning products, etc.
In order to raise money I decided to bake some goods that I would sale at clients. I would show up at their offices during their breaks with some “home baked” brownies, muffins, cupcakes, etc. and ask them to give me what they thought was fair for a sweet treat. With the money collected I made sure a fresh produce grocery would be bought and I made a point that each family member would get new underwear, socks, pyjamas, and slippers, at least one present each and a disposable camera including development.
The first and only encounter I have with the family is at the time of delivery. I deliver the goods on December 23rd. I remember the first year, a friend had told me not to judge the people receiving the goods. So many people made comments like: “Well, if they can afford to smoke they should afford to pay for their food”, and a part of me felt (and still does to a certain extent) that way too. It is hard to remain completely “neutral” when you see the big TV in the living room or the pc, and yet… Here’s a little anecdote from a friend who’s a fireman who used to deliver Christmas Baskets:
One year he went in this big house in a wealthy neighbourhood to deliver a food basket. When he came in the house, he must have made a face or something because the man receiving the basket told him not to judge him. My friend walked out of there disgusted. A year later that man came to the station where my friend worked. He was there to make a money contribution to their Christmas Baskets funds. He also told them that the previous year had been horrible for him: he had lost his high paying job (at Nortel), couldn’t find work and had decided to ask for a food basket instead of selling his stuff, because he knew he would get out of this rut. He wanted to “return the favour”. He was now working and still had all his “toys”.I try to remember that each year. But honestly, so far, all families I’ve been assigned were in serious need and it was apparent. Each year I debate if I should “adopt” more than one family because of all the stuff I get. It’s a tough one: do I make one family extremely happy or do I make two happy families? - I decided that I would be like Ty Pennington and give “Extreme Christmas Baskets”!!
So far, each year we managed to fill 3 cars full of goods: it’s unreal and the look on their faces when they see and realise how much they are getting is absolutely priceless. I always make sure that they get the food first and we always finish with the gifts. A friend told me, last year, while standing in our garage full of food and goods: “The family that get you as a donor sure hits the jack pot that year!”
I will never forget how it broke my heart the first year, when the little 5 years old girl saw the gifts and ran to her mother to tell her: “Mommy, look, this year we’ll have gifts under our tree”. The following year when we were about to leave, that hug the mother gave me brought tears to my eyes. And last year, when the mother told me she had never received a gift before hit me hard… Emotionally it’s tough, but darn it feels good!
... and I wouldn't be able to do this without my patient husband (who hauls the stuff around and comes shopping with me) and our amazingly generous friends!
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