not much to say at the moment. work involved lots of downtown streets, the drive home was awful (2 hr commute? seriously, people, learn how to drive). i wish gas was still $5/gallon, because it meant less people on the road.
my throat has felt like sandpaper all day and i just want to sleep. it's been a long day. but, and i swear that i'm not saying this for a *sob* moment, i keep reminding myself that plenty of people have it worse than me. and "plenty of people" are why i'm doing this walk.
i'm doing okay. i've got nyquil and tea and fresh water for my throat. what about those with sandpaper throats from being in the sterile, dry hospital air all day...all night. all week. all month. all year. stress and tiredness. it's always a long day. i get to go to sleep in my own bed tonight. i'm doing okay.
and in lieu of kristy's comment this morning, i'm focusing on the positive. like, hey, i've lost over 8 pounds in the past 3 weeks. and i got 3 donations today. and my biggest one yet (thanks dad!). and i have lots of new eco felt to play with. (the "felt" is 100% made from post-consumer recycled plastic bottles... i put felt in quotes, because then, technically, it's not felt, right? since felt is wool? i digress. but fear not, eco crafts will soon arise...perhaps of the breasterly sort.)
and i'm ready to hang some benji franklin posters in our building's laundry room, and i've made little tear-off tabs with my relevant donation info on them so people can take one home with them. i just hope they get snatched up as quickly as the ones for free recliners or piano lessons do.
so i guess, even with the sandpaper, it's been a good day.
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Day Three- 1/29/09- pings: 3
Showing posts with label boob crafts. Show all posts
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Thursday, January 29, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
beginnings
it's january 27th. i signed up to walk in the seattle breast cancer 3-day walk late last night. i'd been talking about it with my mom for a few weeks, and had mentally started a list of things i could do to raise the $2300 required to participate.
almost immediately after signing up, i upped my goal to $2500. and proceeded to solicit 180 of my facebook friends for donations. i sent out emails to others. i'm prepping letters to send to still more.
and then i waited. my mind tossed around ideas. "boob tshirts? good? bad? tasteful?" "felt boob pins? good? bad? tasteful?" "is it wrong that i just want to make crafts involving breasts? they're just so easy to cut out and draw!" "is 'boob crafting' its own genre?" i'm certain there were more. i'm certain they involved breasts. and then i went to bed.
when i woke up, there was an email. "a donation was made on your behalf." for $50. i'd only been asking for $20. lots of smaller donations from lots more people. you know, obama style. it worked for him, and then some.
i rubbed my eyes. i processed what "a donation was made on your behalf" REALLY meant. it meant that this was really happening. that this is really happening, and it is happening right now.
after that initial donation came another. and another. and throughout the day, my phone would "ping" and there in my email account: "a donation was made on your behalf."
and here it it, not even 9 pm on january 27th. not even a full day has passed, and i have already received 6 donations, totalling $230.
when i started to read about this event, one comment that stood out to me was "you'll be surprised by who donates... and by who doesn't. and you'll be surprised by who donates what." but i'm surprised by something else.
for as much as people lambaste facebook for being a cesspool of meaningless "friends", it's not true. or at least, not entirely. facebook let me reconnect with people i knew years ago, had a class with, or hadn't spoken to in awhile. it let me say "hey, i know i haven't spoken to you in ages, but i'm doing this really important event, and i need help. can you help me?" and it let them say "yes". and it will let me ask others again, further down the line.
still, midway through the day today, i did panic. i did think "what did i get myself into? $2300?? $2500?? can i DO that?" and i came home, and i asked adam, and he said, "yes, yes you can. it's day one. you're almost 10% there."
it took awhile to convince myself that this was true, to get that silly, worried pit out of my stomach. to remember how excited i was when i was first brainstorming, to remember how excited i was at that first "ping".
so we'll see. one day at a time, right?
i have until september 11. and between now and then, i'm going to raise $2500. i'm going to train myself to walk 60 miles. i'm going to reflect on what this walk means to me. i'm going to try and do it seriously. and i'm going to try and do it with a sense of humor. and i'm going to do it all on here.
almost immediately after signing up, i upped my goal to $2500. and proceeded to solicit 180 of my facebook friends for donations. i sent out emails to others. i'm prepping letters to send to still more.
and then i waited. my mind tossed around ideas. "boob tshirts? good? bad? tasteful?" "felt boob pins? good? bad? tasteful?" "is it wrong that i just want to make crafts involving breasts? they're just so easy to cut out and draw!" "is 'boob crafting' its own genre?" i'm certain there were more. i'm certain they involved breasts. and then i went to bed.
when i woke up, there was an email. "a donation was made on your behalf." for $50. i'd only been asking for $20. lots of smaller donations from lots more people. you know, obama style. it worked for him, and then some.
i rubbed my eyes. i processed what "a donation was made on your behalf" REALLY meant. it meant that this was really happening. that this is really happening, and it is happening right now.
after that initial donation came another. and another. and throughout the day, my phone would "ping" and there in my email account: "a donation was made on your behalf."
and here it it, not even 9 pm on january 27th. not even a full day has passed, and i have already received 6 donations, totalling $230.
when i started to read about this event, one comment that stood out to me was "you'll be surprised by who donates... and by who doesn't. and you'll be surprised by who donates what." but i'm surprised by something else.
for as much as people lambaste facebook for being a cesspool of meaningless "friends", it's not true. or at least, not entirely. facebook let me reconnect with people i knew years ago, had a class with, or hadn't spoken to in awhile. it let me say "hey, i know i haven't spoken to you in ages, but i'm doing this really important event, and i need help. can you help me?" and it let them say "yes". and it will let me ask others again, further down the line.
still, midway through the day today, i did panic. i did think "what did i get myself into? $2300?? $2500?? can i DO that?" and i came home, and i asked adam, and he said, "yes, yes you can. it's day one. you're almost 10% there."
it took awhile to convince myself that this was true, to get that silly, worried pit out of my stomach. to remember how excited i was when i was first brainstorming, to remember how excited i was at that first "ping".
so we'll see. one day at a time, right?
i have until september 11. and between now and then, i'm going to raise $2500. i'm going to train myself to walk 60 miles. i'm going to reflect on what this walk means to me. i'm going to try and do it seriously. and i'm going to try and do it with a sense of humor. and i'm going to do it all on here.
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