Kilted To Kick Cancer: The Stunts

Prizes are great, but we all love to see the silliness the guys will partake in for the cause. Did you catch EvylRobot and the offspring on a roller coaster?

Or how about EvylRobot and the not so itsy bitsy spider?

Not enough to entice you to donate?

Well then maybe you should check out the shenanigans that my friends Ambulance Driver and Stingray are cooking up. You know that voice in your head that tells you that maybe you should hold back a bit? Yeah, these guys don’t have that voice.

And really, what good is dignity if you can’t put it on the line for a good cause?

On Charity and Stupid Human Tricks

For better or worse, the viral ice bucket challenge has everyone talking. Sure, people are annoyed. It was a publicity stunt using a silly challenge and peer pressure to attempt to do some good. And regardless of how you feel about such things, it drove a lot of money to an organization that wasn’t getting much attention previously. Overall, I call it a win.

Will some of that money be mismanaged and wasted in administrative costs? Possibly. Non-profit corporations do have legitimate administrative costs, but they are most certainly not immune to greed and corruption. And yes, many of the charity behemoths are overseen by overpaid administrators. I don’t expect the CEO of a non-profit to live in abject poverty just because managing a charity is their full time job, but I also don’t believe they should be getting rich off the kindness of strangers either. It’s reasonable to expect that the majority of the dollars I give to a given charity actually go towards the stated goal of said charity. (The ALS Association is rated B+ by charity watch. It has also been evaluated by the BBB and Charity Navigator.)

I had never given to The ALS Association prior to the ice bucket event. I may or may not give to them again, but some of their new donors will likely be repeat donors. This is a good thing, and I hope they continue to manage their proceeds well. For them, this stunt is a wild success that should rightfully be celebrated.

But what does it mean for other charities? There are a few that are very near and dear to my heart that will be hurt by this stunt. Many people, including yours truly, only have so much that can be budgeted to charitable giving. Every dollar I give to charity ABC is a dollar I can’t give to charity XYZ. I wish I had more dollars to go around, but my mortgage company insists that they get a good chunk of the dollars I’ve got.

And then we run into charity fatigue. Sure, they are all good causes but I just get so tired of everyone asking for my hard-earned money. Heck, I’m about to ramp up to ask you for even more with this weekend’s game-a-thon to benefit Hotdogs for the Homeless. Then we will jump straight into Kilted to Kick Cancer (now a bonafide 501c3) for the month of September. Not to mention I’m doing a marathon for the Children’s Miracle Network (sponsor me?). All before the whole world turns pink and talks about boobs.

I get it. I’m tired too and dammit I want to spend some of my cash on ME. Because sometimes I’m selfish, and I have every right to be.

But I’m also a believer in these charities and what they are doing. Yeah, I want to feel like I can be a part of something great, something that makes the world a little brighter. There’s enough strife and misery to go around. The outlook may be bleak and depressing, but I simply must believe there is hope. The alternative is unbearable.

Yes, I and others like me will continue to do silly, crazy stunts for charity. I hope you get a laugh out of it. I hope it makes you smile. I’d love for you to contribute, but only because you want to be a part of it too and not because I’ve guilted you into it. Or give to win a prize. Or give to see me do something ridiculous (I lack shame and love attention, if I can channel that into something good, everyone wins). Or don’t. We can still be friends.

In the next few weeks, I’ll obviously be highlighting the charities linked above, but I’d like to hear from you. What charities or causes are near and dear to your heart and why? Or maybe it’s not a charity. I will always be proud of the way we’ve banded together to help out one of our own even without the fancy tax documents. Go ahead and give yourselves another pat on the back for that, by the way. But I’d love to hear about your passions. Do you make blankets for newborns? Pick up trash? Feed the hungry? Scoop poop at the animal shelter? Go ahead, toot your own horn in the comments.

Updates

I know, I’ve been a bad blogger and neglected all you wonderful people so here’s a bit of a rundown.

First my friend

I told you about my friend, Amy, a while back. Well, she had her HIPEC procedure yesterday. Her vitals were strong all day and she is continuing to do well. The surgeon described her tumor as less of a ball and more like a blanket around her entire abdomen, but he is confident he got it all.

She resting and recovering with her husband by her side. He gave us updates via her Caring Bridge Site and Facebook all day yesterday. Their faith and attitude on this journey has been inspiring. Now we pray that there is no infection and that her recovery is swift.

And you. I am absolutely beside myself that so many of you have taken the time out to offer your prayers and positive vibes to someone that is a stranger to you. Thank you. I don’t have the words to express how amazing that is.

Me?

I’m still crazy busy and loving it, but there just aren’t enough hours in the day to do everything I want to do. Don’t worry, I’ll not stop posting here for the foreseeable future, but the content will continue to be sparse for now.

This week, the implementation team learned that I am indeed a first soprano and a shooter, neither of which I brought up. Ha! Maybe I should coordinate a celebratory range trip when all is said and done.

The world?

Still spinning. Still weird and crazy and rant-worthy. Anyone got an island for cheap?

Bald Faced Idiocy

Thanks, Jay. Surely I needed the rise in blood pressure.

You clicked over, right? Good. No? Make with the clicky! I’ll wait.

Now then.

What kind of brain addled idiot suspended a 9-year-old girl from school for shaving her head in support of a friend with cancer?!?!?!?!? Are you freaking kidding me?

“I didn’t realize that hair was such an important aspect of a child at school,” Campbell said. “For a little girl to be really brave and want to shave her head in support of her friend, I thought that was a huge statement and it builds character in a child,”

In a statement to 9News.com, Catherine Norton Breman, president and Chair of the academy’s board of directors, said the dress code “was created to promote safety, uniformity, and a non-distracting environment for the school’s students. Under this policy, shaved heads are not permitted.”

Delaney said she was happy to have her friend’s support.

“It makes me sad because she was really happy to go back to school and show people what she did, but now that she didn’t get to, she’s kind of sad,” Delaney told 9News.com.

Source

Dude. Duuuuuuuuude. You made a little girl with cancer feel sorry for her friend because you are a dumbass. You fail on all the levels.

Like cockroaches, the school retreated from their position once the press shined a light on the story. Kamryn was invited to return to school today.

Let me tell you something about being a 9-year-old girl. It’s a mess of confusion and an over-whelming desire to be liked and accepted by your peers. Fitting-in is your Holy Grail. The popularity lines are being drawn and you want nothing more than to be on the right side of them. You’re starting to worry if you’re pretty enough to be one of the cool kids.

Shaving your head at this stage? Damn, girl. You are a rockstar.

There’s this idea that femininity and long hair are linked. Balking that tradition is intimidating. Ask me how I know.

punkingI didn’t really tell you how completely freaked out I was. I asked Michael to do it quickly before I chickened out. Which was a distinct possibility. There was more than a little bit of anxiety about leaving the house the next day. (Although the time saved in morning primping was nice.) Sure, I’d already told the internet, but then I had to go out into the general public. Yikes! I was 33, a long way from hitting all the levers on the hormonal soda fountain, and it was scary.

Or, I thought it was anyway. It turned out just fine and honestly quite liberating, but I didn’t know that until well past the point of no return. If and when I do it again, it won’t be so bad. No way 9-year-old Jennifer was that brave. Not a chance.

Kamryn, I salute you, and I’m praying for your friend. She’s lucky to have a friend like you.

 

We Aren’t Promised a Tomorrow

It’s all too easy to forget that all of our days are numbered, and no one bothered to tell us that number. We don’t think about it too much until there’s a ripple in your circle. I’m selfish, okay. I want my friends to have lots of days because I never want to lose any of you.

I told you; I’m selfish.

And I’ve already had more days than Amy has. She’s 32. She’s got two beautiful little girls, a 3 year old and a not yet 1 year old.

She’s also got cancer. A rare and aggressive one that’s already stage 4. Experts are being consulted and the fight is underway.

She can’t have too many prayers sent on her behalf. If you can spare some of yours, it’d be appreciated. I know, your lists are already a mile long. Mine too. So really, what’s one more?

I’ve known Amy her whole life. We’ve played in sandboxes and splashed in pools. She’s a strong woman with a good heart and a contagious smile. She’s also got big faith and knows this is all in God’s hands.

“Miracles are a shadow of what’s to come, miracles are a temporary fix.”

I. am. moved.

How many times have I wrestled with hopelessness praying for a miracle? Praying for healing or deliverance or…

Just watch

Found via Matt Walsh

How very short-sighted of me. I worship a God that has promised eternal life free from pain and suffering. Free from worry. An eternal kingdom where miracles look like mere parlor tricks.

Miracles are a shadow of what’s to come, miracles are a temporary fix.

This is the most profound statement regarding the promise of the Gospel that I’ve heard in a long time.

I’ve prayed for a lot of miracles, and I’m sure I will pray for many more. I’ve seen miracles with my own eyes. But I hadn’t really thought about it that way. A shadow of what’s to come.

I stand amazed.

I suppose when faced so directly with ones own mortality, the fleeting nature of life is a bit more in focus. Funny that, since we have no promise of tomorrow. None of us do.

Abby is beyond miracles. Her fix is permanent. The promise is fulfilled.

 

Behold the Power of the Kilt: Part Deux

Wear loose fitting long pants, they say. Tuck the hem of your pants into your socks, they say. So I ask you, who is more appropriately dressed for a day in the woods?

If you said me in the cargo pants with drawstrings at the ankles rather than my kilted and legginged* husband, you’d be wrong.

Behold, my knee

kneeSo itchy and oozy (not to be confused with Uzi, which is something else entirely). There are more bites, but I do try to keep this site generally safe for work. For those that would like to know, these were apparently conservative chiggers as they stayed exclusively to the right. Or maybe they were liberal chiggers attacking the right. Don’t bother alerting the media.

I hate chiggers. But I suppose it is awful hard to love a parasitic creature that wants nothing more than to liquefy your flesh for consumption. Mmm, scrumptious. Gosh, they seem more liberal all the time. Free ride, free meal, Occupy Jen’s right leg!

You see, this is why you should donate. Because, as noted previously, the kilt can tame the wild feline. It wards off flesh eating, non-PC sounding larval arachnids. And with your help, it can cure cancer. (And also, prizes)

*yep, I’m making up words again.