It's been a busy week for me, so I apologize for the lack of posts.
Last weekend I was in Virginia to watch one of my best friends get married (and yes, if you can tell by my recent posts, fall is officially the new summer, in terms of a wedding season). So, congratulations to Kristin, who was stunning, and Garrett, who is a very lucky man :)
I was excited about going to Virginia in November for several reasons (seeing my lovely college friends and celebrating this wedding being the obvious big reasons), but also because I thought it was going to be a nice, warm break from chilly Illinois. Yes, I love fall here, but I also don't see a ton of sunlight here... so, I was looking forward to it. Turns out that it was 75 FREAKING DEGREES in Chicagoland over the weekend, and it was probably 60s-ish in VA. Ahhh such is life. It was a pretty amazing weekend. Despite my girlfriends and I potentially ruining a car (so sorry G family - we are ruffians - please bill us), it was SO GOOD. Beautiful, beautiful wedding & couple :)
I did go for two runs while I was there, although they were the "run slowly and stop often" kinds of runs that you take when you're in a totally new place and could easily get lost. I pictured myself taking long runs on the beach (in my mind, all cities in coastal states are approximately 2 minutes from the beach - this delusion is the result of growing up in the midwest, I think), but I was actually taking short runs through neighborhoods, but it was all good. I did run by a Waffle House, although I didn't actually go there. Apparently, most southerners think they're gross, but I am oddly drawn to them. Don't ask why.
Anyway, I think I may possibly be getting sick, but still went for a run (albeit a short one) this morning, because I thought the cold air would run through my nasal passage and clear my lungs or something? I know I probably should've WebMD-ed it before I went out, but my internal doctor was telling me to go with it. I welcome all comments about whether or not my medical knowledge is sound.
I wish I had more to say, but I'm emotionally/physically tapped out right now on account of my traveling and job switch, so, that's all I've got. Thanks for reading!
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
A few things:
1. I think someone sabotaged my caffiene-free streak yesterday by giving me caffienated coffee. Except, I didn't buy coffee yesterday - I just drank some at the office - so maybe I did it to myself? Did I accidentallly make regular coffee? I don't know. Anyway, I stayed up until 11 last night and then had to force myself to go to sleep because I wasn't even tired (because I was on a Chase Utley high, maybe? (when did I start watching baseball?)), and then I woke up at 6 this morning, and was so eager to go for a run! FYI - I never run in the mornings because I don't like waking up insanely early. Also, it's cold here in the mornings. But, daylight savings time has messed up my life, because I came home from work last night, changed, and went for a run immediately - and it was already totally dark outside by the time I got back home (before 6). I even did most of my run at the nearby high school track, which was lit, because I thought that it was safer than running the terrifying streets of Glen Ellyn. So, the whole after-work-running thing can't go on much longer, sadly. Anyway, November morning runs are COLD. Note to self: don't wear shorts next time.
2. I just got an email titled "The Health Consequences of Sitting All Day." As I'm about to start my full day of sitting at my desk... darn these health emails I've foolishly signed up for! Anyway, I'm scanning the article, and it says the #1 consequence of sitting at a desk all day is buttock weakness. The best way to counteract that is to do "bridge" exercises. And also to not have a desk job, I guess? But, you need a job to have health insurance so that you can go to the doctor for your buttocks weakness problems. So, I don't know - there are no easy answers, I suppose. Anyway, sitting all day = buttocks weakness = do some bridge exercises at home. That's your fun fact of the day.
3. I will be conducting quasi-interviews via email with Abbey and Hayley in the near future, so if you have any questions for them about their involvment in their initiatives in Kenya (or their personal lives, likes/dislikes, favorite movies), please pass them along! You can also email me at laurenehaney@gmail.com. I am also on Twitter, Facebook, and LinkedIn, FYI.
That is all. Happy Tuesday!
1. I think someone sabotaged my caffiene-free streak yesterday by giving me caffienated coffee. Except, I didn't buy coffee yesterday - I just drank some at the office - so maybe I did it to myself? Did I accidentallly make regular coffee? I don't know. Anyway, I stayed up until 11 last night and then had to force myself to go to sleep because I wasn't even tired (because I was on a Chase Utley high, maybe? (when did I start watching baseball?)), and then I woke up at 6 this morning, and was so eager to go for a run! FYI - I never run in the mornings because I don't like waking up insanely early. Also, it's cold here in the mornings. But, daylight savings time has messed up my life, because I came home from work last night, changed, and went for a run immediately - and it was already totally dark outside by the time I got back home (before 6). I even did most of my run at the nearby high school track, which was lit, because I thought that it was safer than running the terrifying streets of Glen Ellyn. So, the whole after-work-running thing can't go on much longer, sadly. Anyway, November morning runs are COLD. Note to self: don't wear shorts next time.
2. I just got an email titled "The Health Consequences of Sitting All Day." As I'm about to start my full day of sitting at my desk... darn these health emails I've foolishly signed up for! Anyway, I'm scanning the article, and it says the #1 consequence of sitting at a desk all day is buttock weakness. The best way to counteract that is to do "bridge" exercises. And also to not have a desk job, I guess? But, you need a job to have health insurance so that you can go to the doctor for your buttocks weakness problems. So, I don't know - there are no easy answers, I suppose. Anyway, sitting all day = buttocks weakness = do some bridge exercises at home. That's your fun fact of the day.
3. I will be conducting quasi-interviews via email with Abbey and Hayley in the near future, so if you have any questions for them about their involvment in their initiatives in Kenya (or their personal lives, likes/dislikes, favorite movies), please pass them along! You can also email me at laurenehaney@gmail.com. I am also on Twitter, Facebook, and LinkedIn, FYI.
That is all. Happy Tuesday!
Friday, October 30, 2009
Going a little crazy with this whole "birthday" thing I've got going on
It's my birthday! The great thing about my birthdate (well, I guess it was more exciting as a child, but it's still somewhat exciting) is that it's the day before Halloween. I've never had the day-after-holiday hangover of sadness, because I wake up the next day and VOILA! Bonus holiday!
Anyway, I don't want to be all donate-to-my-cause-y today, because, as a wise man (Dave Barry) once said on a poster hanging in my local Jimmy John's, "There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age 11." However! If you would like to donate today, I will match your donation up to $23. Because I'm 23. I know, I know - how am I not in marketing, right? (Let's not talk about proud I was of coming up with that idea.) Obviously you can donate more than $23, but that's all I will match (on each donation) because I'm not a billionaire over here.
Alright, that's it! I'm not running today because it's pouring rain, but I will take one last glorious October run tomorrow.
THANKS FOR READING!
Anyway, I don't want to be all donate-to-my-cause-y today, because, as a wise man (Dave Barry) once said on a poster hanging in my local Jimmy John's, "There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age 11." However! If you would like to donate today, I will match your donation up to $23. Because I'm 23. I know, I know - how am I not in marketing, right? (Let's not talk about proud I was of coming up with that idea.) Obviously you can donate more than $23, but that's all I will match (on each donation) because I'm not a billionaire over here.
Alright, that's it! I'm not running today because it's pouring rain, but I will take one last glorious October run tomorrow.
THANKS FOR READING!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
It's time to rake leaves and have some birthdays.
Sorry it's been so long since I've written. I normally write at bedtime, but I've been emotional and introspective at that time recently, and have been writing about my feelings lately. I put that on another blog, though, b/c it's rambly and self-indulgent. Which is completely different from this blog...
A couple of times in the past week, I've almost started to write about my feelings about running outside in the cold weather... but then I thought better of it, because I'm not sure who wants to read about that. But guess what? That's probably what I'll end up writing about tonight.
First of all, I want to say thank you to my grandma who sent a check to this effort for my birthday gift. So, thank you, grandma! I know she does not read this blog so that "thank you" is not really for her benefit, but I wanted to express my thanks in a public forum, anyway. You will notice - or have noticed and have been turned off by - my extreme use of ellipses in my blogging. This must be genetic, b/c my emails from my grandma are filled with them, as well.
Oh! Now I know what I will write about tonight. I just thought of it. And, that's a good thing, because I was literally going to start writing a short manifesto about how people (ie me and my roommates) do not rake leaves from their sidewalks and it's SO ANNOYING to run through them so please, Glen Ellyn residents (again, including me) please rake. Anyway!
Ok, so... back to the birthday card. I literally cannot tell you how excited I was to receive this check from my grandma. I am about to enter my late-early 20s (23, to be precise), so I've experienced many a birthday, although I don't remember the first few... It's always nice to receive money and gifts. It feels great to be remembered - more because it's so nice to know that someone took the time and effort, than because of the actual thing they gave me. This is not a hint to anyone who has not bought me a gift. Your friendship is enough! Or, maybe you don't think it's enough, and maybe you're right, and maybe you should send flowers I like sunflowers but I digress. So, yes, I like to receive money, but, at the same time, I don't really need $25 from my grandma. I mean, yes, I will use it to buy exactly two cups of coffee and I will completely enjoy it, but it's not really something I need. But, to see that she cared to send money for these great causes, that really got me, right in my heart! I won't say it made me tear up a little, but it also didn't not make me tear up a little. If you know what I mean. These issues - bringing clean, sustainable water to people who do not have it, and empowering and educating young girls in Kenya in ways that most of us take for granted - are issues that have touched my life profoundly, and to see that someone I love cared enough to stand for these causes is so, so touching. I know I do not do nearly enough to embrace these causes, but I am so humbled by the generosity of others. So, thank you, grandma!!
I have very strong memories of my birthday in Kenya, about 2 years ago. I turned 21, which honestly, was not exciting at all. I feel like 21 is one of the most exciting birthdays for your average, law-abiding American, but for me - in Kenya - it wasn't at all. The drinking age in Kenya was - ahh I'm not even sure what it was. But I certainly wasn't ever carded or refused service while I was still 20. Rest assured, I was not a crazy drinker in Kenya, but drinking Tusker (the local beer and yummm it was good probably because it was the only option) was something of a "pasttime" so, there you go. Besides the other interns, nobody knew my birthday was coming up, so nobody talked about it or really cared. So, it was easy to just kind of not care about it. I lived in a house with a couple of Kenyan women - my host sisters - who were both in their 20s. One of them was exactly my age - she was to turn 21 in October 2007 as well. (sidenote: "she was to turn"? I feel like I'm narrating an episode of "Wishbone" right now) We didn't talk much, because she didn't speak much English, and I didn't speak much Kiswahili, but we tried to communicate. I vividly remember one conversation we had as she was cooking over the stove in the kitchen, and I sat there helping aka staying out of her way. I was trying to get a feel for Kenyan culture - asking her about her birthday, how she celebrated, what the exact day was. And, although there was a language barrier, what she communicated to me was that her birthday was not and had never been a "thing." Like, at all. She didn't know the date of her birthday, and seemed confused as to why I was so fixated on the idea of them. I realized that I wanted to make everything so me-centric. It was MY internship experience and MY host family and MY adventure and MY birthday and I wanted everything to fit neatly into MY worldview, and if it didn't fit, then I would make room for it and it would still be MINE. And I didn't understand why she didn't just answer my dang questions so I could go think about them and journal about them in MY personal journal which I would then re-read and feel satisfied about how much I had learned and how well-rounded and cultured I was becoming. ME ME ME. But that conversation changed me, maybe in a small way, but still a significant way. I realized that things aren't always about me and shouldn't be about me. I felt strange. She and I had come into this same world in the same time in history, yet our lives were so very different. It reminds me of the trailer for that new movie about babies called (wait for it) "Babies" that they showed during previews for "Where the Wild Things Are" - these babies that came into the world at the same time, both starting out with everything and nothing, and yet, in 20 years, what different, different people they will have become. I connected to my host sister on this deep level through that conversation. It was apparent that we'd both been shaped in ways that we could never really understand in one another; and yet, she taught me something that no English-speaking American ever had. And I could never really express that to her, and that's probably OK.
So, I don't really know what I'm trying to say. The problem with me writing this at 11:45 p.m. (almost 2 hours past my normal weekday bedtime - I'm off caffiene so I need approximately 14 hours of sleep per night - do not make fun) is that I write all these things and I get emotional and then I don't really know how to finish my thoughts. I don't want to be like, "the moral of this story is that women need to be empowered so give me money!" because that seems too simplistic. Remember how I said this is the blog where I DON'T ramble and get emotional and inarticulate? Juuuuuust kidding about that. But anyway, these are just my thoughts. I want to draw attention to these issues because they are important. I do not think my host sister is any less happy or fulfilled than I am - she may be more so. But I think that only good can come of us, as co-humans (I think that's a term from a Will Ferrell movie but I hope you get the sentiment behind it), sharing stories and getting to know one another better. And I am an introvert who doesn't really live out this philosophy as I would like to, but I can say that some of my most powerful experiences in Kenya came from getting to know others who are so different from me in so many ways. So, I'm sure that everyone reading this has had similar experiences, getting to know people and places so foreign from who you are; yet you were able to learn something so profound. So, I don't want to pretend that my experience in Kenya more valuable than others' - it's just the way I've learned to see things.
A couple of times in the past week, I've almost started to write about my feelings about running outside in the cold weather... but then I thought better of it, because I'm not sure who wants to read about that. But guess what? That's probably what I'll end up writing about tonight.
First of all, I want to say thank you to my grandma who sent a check to this effort for my birthday gift. So, thank you, grandma! I know she does not read this blog so that "thank you" is not really for her benefit, but I wanted to express my thanks in a public forum, anyway. You will notice - or have noticed and have been turned off by - my extreme use of ellipses in my blogging. This must be genetic, b/c my emails from my grandma are filled with them, as well.
Oh! Now I know what I will write about tonight. I just thought of it. And, that's a good thing, because I was literally going to start writing a short manifesto about how people (ie me and my roommates) do not rake leaves from their sidewalks and it's SO ANNOYING to run through them so please, Glen Ellyn residents (again, including me) please rake. Anyway!
Ok, so... back to the birthday card. I literally cannot tell you how excited I was to receive this check from my grandma. I am about to enter my late-early 20s (23, to be precise), so I've experienced many a birthday, although I don't remember the first few... It's always nice to receive money and gifts. It feels great to be remembered - more because it's so nice to know that someone took the time and effort, than because of the actual thing they gave me. This is not a hint to anyone who has not bought me a gift. Your friendship is enough! Or, maybe you don't think it's enough, and maybe you're right, and maybe you should send flowers I like sunflowers but I digress. So, yes, I like to receive money, but, at the same time, I don't really need $25 from my grandma. I mean, yes, I will use it to buy exactly two cups of coffee and I will completely enjoy it, but it's not really something I need. But, to see that she cared to send money for these great causes, that really got me, right in my heart! I won't say it made me tear up a little, but it also didn't not make me tear up a little. If you know what I mean. These issues - bringing clean, sustainable water to people who do not have it, and empowering and educating young girls in Kenya in ways that most of us take for granted - are issues that have touched my life profoundly, and to see that someone I love cared enough to stand for these causes is so, so touching. I know I do not do nearly enough to embrace these causes, but I am so humbled by the generosity of others. So, thank you, grandma!!
I have very strong memories of my birthday in Kenya, about 2 years ago. I turned 21, which honestly, was not exciting at all. I feel like 21 is one of the most exciting birthdays for your average, law-abiding American, but for me - in Kenya - it wasn't at all. The drinking age in Kenya was - ahh I'm not even sure what it was. But I certainly wasn't ever carded or refused service while I was still 20. Rest assured, I was not a crazy drinker in Kenya, but drinking Tusker (the local beer and yummm it was good probably because it was the only option) was something of a "pasttime" so, there you go. Besides the other interns, nobody knew my birthday was coming up, so nobody talked about it or really cared. So, it was easy to just kind of not care about it. I lived in a house with a couple of Kenyan women - my host sisters - who were both in their 20s. One of them was exactly my age - she was to turn 21 in October 2007 as well. (sidenote: "she was to turn"? I feel like I'm narrating an episode of "Wishbone" right now) We didn't talk much, because she didn't speak much English, and I didn't speak much Kiswahili, but we tried to communicate. I vividly remember one conversation we had as she was cooking over the stove in the kitchen, and I sat there helping aka staying out of her way. I was trying to get a feel for Kenyan culture - asking her about her birthday, how she celebrated, what the exact day was. And, although there was a language barrier, what she communicated to me was that her birthday was not and had never been a "thing." Like, at all. She didn't know the date of her birthday, and seemed confused as to why I was so fixated on the idea of them. I realized that I wanted to make everything so me-centric. It was MY internship experience and MY host family and MY adventure and MY birthday and I wanted everything to fit neatly into MY worldview, and if it didn't fit, then I would make room for it and it would still be MINE. And I didn't understand why she didn't just answer my dang questions so I could go think about them and journal about them in MY personal journal which I would then re-read and feel satisfied about how much I had learned and how well-rounded and cultured I was becoming. ME ME ME. But that conversation changed me, maybe in a small way, but still a significant way. I realized that things aren't always about me and shouldn't be about me. I felt strange. She and I had come into this same world in the same time in history, yet our lives were so very different. It reminds me of the trailer for that new movie about babies called (wait for it) "Babies" that they showed during previews for "Where the Wild Things Are" - these babies that came into the world at the same time, both starting out with everything and nothing, and yet, in 20 years, what different, different people they will have become. I connected to my host sister on this deep level through that conversation. It was apparent that we'd both been shaped in ways that we could never really understand in one another; and yet, she taught me something that no English-speaking American ever had. And I could never really express that to her, and that's probably OK.
So, I don't really know what I'm trying to say. The problem with me writing this at 11:45 p.m. (almost 2 hours past my normal weekday bedtime - I'm off caffiene so I need approximately 14 hours of sleep per night - do not make fun) is that I write all these things and I get emotional and then I don't really know how to finish my thoughts. I don't want to be like, "the moral of this story is that women need to be empowered so give me money!" because that seems too simplistic. Remember how I said this is the blog where I DON'T ramble and get emotional and inarticulate? Juuuuuust kidding about that. But anyway, these are just my thoughts. I want to draw attention to these issues because they are important. I do not think my host sister is any less happy or fulfilled than I am - she may be more so. But I think that only good can come of us, as co-humans (I think that's a term from a Will Ferrell movie but I hope you get the sentiment behind it), sharing stories and getting to know one another better. And I am an introvert who doesn't really live out this philosophy as I would like to, but I can say that some of my most powerful experiences in Kenya came from getting to know others who are so different from me in so many ways. So, I'm sure that everyone reading this has had similar experiences, getting to know people and places so foreign from who you are; yet you were able to learn something so profound. So, I don't want to pretend that my experience in Kenya more valuable than others' - it's just the way I've learned to see things.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
I've decided to officially stop writing titles for each blog post. They will all be untitled but they will all be completely worth your while (yes, definitely).
This week, I've been running about 3-4 miles per day, trying to build up a base to start running longer runs. I'm pretty sure this makes sense, but I could be making stuff up; I basically just like to run for however long I feel like. If this is not the key to sucessful marathoning, I don't know what is. I woke up yesterday and my leg felt weird - it hurt, but I couldn't tell if it was my hip, my knee, or my hamstring. I also considered the possibility that some sort of blood vessel had burst. Yes, I legitimately considered all of these options. You'd think that I'd be able to tell the difference between pain in my hip and knee, but I couldn't. Is there some sort of medical terminology for the complete inability to figure out what part of your own body hurts? Because I have that. I'm no doctor, I'll tell you that. I had to just sit there and put pressure on different spots of my leg to see what actually hurt. I wish I could ask for advice for what to do, but I literally don't even know what the problem was. I only knew that my leg felt funny. So, I took the day off from running and today it feels a little bit better. Am I already at the age where I get weird aches and pains from doing moderately strenuous things? Yikes.
Today I'm going to pass on a link to Annette's blog: http://annetteruss.blogspot.com/. Annette has spent a lot of time in Kenya, and writes about some very interesting and enlightening experiences in her blog. I encourage you to take a look. I'll leave you with one of her comments from a post this past summer:
"Knowledge and encouragement are valuable contributions to the JOP young women and their families. It brings the gift of self esteem and self reliance to people who have, by relying on foreign aid, come to believe they are not able to do for themselves. We hope that as time passes, our JOP girls and their families will start to believe that “yote yawazekana”….everything is possible."
I don't want to sound overly naive or idealistic here, but I do truly believe that it just takes a small effort to give a person the encouragement they need to achieve goals that they may not have thought possible. Our society is far from perfect, of course, but I am amazed when I think of all the people in my life and childhood who encouraged me to grow and learn and try new things - to be involved in clubs and sports and academics. I was encouraged to work hard and I never had to worry about not being able to receive or afford an education. Yes, I've worked hard, but I've also had so many opportunities just laid out for me. I am just now getting to the point in life where I am realizing that certain career dreams might be a little out of reach... And yes, it took almost 23 years. However, many girls don't even have the encouragement or societal support to have these dreams as little kids - much less to hang on to idealism well into their 20s. There are a lot of girls in Kenya who don't have any of these opportunities that I've had, but we have the power to help change that. OK I am just rambling now - I'll get off my soapbox. That's it for today - thank you for reading!
This week, I've been running about 3-4 miles per day, trying to build up a base to start running longer runs. I'm pretty sure this makes sense, but I could be making stuff up; I basically just like to run for however long I feel like. If this is not the key to sucessful marathoning, I don't know what is. I woke up yesterday and my leg felt weird - it hurt, but I couldn't tell if it was my hip, my knee, or my hamstring. I also considered the possibility that some sort of blood vessel had burst. Yes, I legitimately considered all of these options. You'd think that I'd be able to tell the difference between pain in my hip and knee, but I couldn't. Is there some sort of medical terminology for the complete inability to figure out what part of your own body hurts? Because I have that. I'm no doctor, I'll tell you that. I had to just sit there and put pressure on different spots of my leg to see what actually hurt. I wish I could ask for advice for what to do, but I literally don't even know what the problem was. I only knew that my leg felt funny. So, I took the day off from running and today it feels a little bit better. Am I already at the age where I get weird aches and pains from doing moderately strenuous things? Yikes.
Today I'm going to pass on a link to Annette's blog: http://annetteruss.blogspot.com/. Annette has spent a lot of time in Kenya, and writes about some very interesting and enlightening experiences in her blog. I encourage you to take a look. I'll leave you with one of her comments from a post this past summer:
"Knowledge and encouragement are valuable contributions to the JOP young women and their families. It brings the gift of self esteem and self reliance to people who have, by relying on foreign aid, come to believe they are not able to do for themselves. We hope that as time passes, our JOP girls and their families will start to believe that “yote yawazekana”….everything is possible."
I don't want to sound overly naive or idealistic here, but I do truly believe that it just takes a small effort to give a person the encouragement they need to achieve goals that they may not have thought possible. Our society is far from perfect, of course, but I am amazed when I think of all the people in my life and childhood who encouraged me to grow and learn and try new things - to be involved in clubs and sports and academics. I was encouraged to work hard and I never had to worry about not being able to receive or afford an education. Yes, I've worked hard, but I've also had so many opportunities just laid out for me. I am just now getting to the point in life where I am realizing that certain career dreams might be a little out of reach... And yes, it took almost 23 years. However, many girls don't even have the encouragement or societal support to have these dreams as little kids - much less to hang on to idealism well into their 20s. There are a lot of girls in Kenya who don't have any of these opportunities that I've had, but we have the power to help change that. OK I am just rambling now - I'll get off my soapbox. That's it for today - thank you for reading!
Friday, October 16, 2009
Fall Wedding Season begins!
A very happy wedding wish to my friend Julie, and her (almost) husband, Jordan!
Julie is one of the people who inspired me to run a marathon about four years ago. She had run at least one (or 25? 30?) before, and encouraged me to do it. I will call her my running buddy, although I'm pretty sure we've never actually gone for a run together. We lived in the same house for a year after college, and although we both ran regularly, we never ran together, because we have a mutual dislike of the idea. Also because she's faster than me and she probably would've kicked my butt. However, we did have conversations about how we wished we had a stronger desire to run with others, so, that must count for something. She also gave me advice and recommended a great podiatrist when I had a stress fracture from running earlier this year, so she's also like a doctor, in a way :)
Anyway, today (in just over an hour!) she is getting married!
Congratulations, Julie and Jordan - I'm so happy for you two!
Julie is one of the people who inspired me to run a marathon about four years ago. She had run at least one (or 25? 30?) before, and encouraged me to do it. I will call her my running buddy, although I'm pretty sure we've never actually gone for a run together. We lived in the same house for a year after college, and although we both ran regularly, we never ran together, because we have a mutual dislike of the idea. Also because she's faster than me and she probably would've kicked my butt. However, we did have conversations about how we wished we had a stronger desire to run with others, so, that must count for something. She also gave me advice and recommended a great podiatrist when I had a stress fracture from running earlier this year, so she's also like a doctor, in a way :)
Anyway, today (in just over an hour!) she is getting married!
Congratulations, Julie and Jordan - I'm so happy for you two!
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Water for Shikokho; Abbey
The titles get wittier and wittier; the semi-colon is my best friend.
During my time in Kenya, I met many amazing people, and you may think that I'm exaggerating when I talk about how much I love Hayley and Abbey, but I'm not. They are, in fact, really amazing people. Many of my best memories with these girls have been sitting around, drinking tea or Tusker, and playing cards. Memories! Annnnd scene. I hope I didn't lose anybody with my trip down memory lane.
Abbey was a constant encouragement and source of joy to me while I was in Kenya (and she continues to be). She is very dedicated and passionate, and always had a good piece of advice when I needed it. Also, she's going to be a doctor! So, she's great, and if you have any questions for her about her time in Kenya, her experience working in a medical clinic there, etc... I'm sure she would love to email with you.
During the time we spent in Kenya in 2007, Abbey actually lived and worked close to the village of Shikokho. So, she saw first-hand the need for a clean, sustainable water source. Below are some words from her about her experience:
"Through the years I have had many adventures and met amazing people, but none has touched me more than my adventure to Kenya in 2007. The country I saw and the people I met touched me in a profound way and I carry them with me daily. Imagine not having a faucet in your house and having to travel 1/2 mile or more to gather water for your cleaning, cooking, drinking and bathing. The water may or may not be clean and suitable for consumption. Such is the case for rural Kenyan villagers. Peter, a Kenyan native (who was also my program director and now dear friend) has a vision to provide accessible clean water to his village in a sustainable way. This project will ultimately provide improved access to clean water by digging a well and pumping the water. This will reduce travel time to gather water as well as reduce disease by establishing an underground well. The water collected is used for cooking, cleaning, drinking and bathing. Please join me in raising $5,000.00 USD toward this project which carries a total cost of $23,000.00 USD. The village of Shikokho has raised $14,000.00 USD to date. Since starting this campaign, 1/4 of my goal has been met."
Again, I want to state that my goal here is not simply to raise money, but also to raise awareness about this important issue. And to win the marathon, obviously, but you already could've guessed that. However, as I'm sure you can appreciate, funds are needed to make this very basic need a reality for the people of Shikokho, so any amount you can give would be so appreciated.
I will now tell a story that is probably embarassing but I will tell it anyway. I stopped at Starbucks on my way to work (so shameful! just kidding - that's not the embarassing part). Anyway, I was on my way in to purchase my mocha, and I saw a woman standing outside, raising money for an initiative right here in poverty-stricken DuPage County. I kid - I know that there are needs everywhere and her cause was an important one. She asked for donations, and I was thinking to myself "Oh my gosh, I'm broke... I hate when these people corner me" even though I was about to drop close to $5 for a cup of coffee. I told her I didn't have any cash, but I did have a little change. I expected her to be like "oh come on. I'm standing here in the cold, rainy weather and you're about to go pay a king's ransom for a cup of freaking coffee but you don't have anything to give to an actual good cause?" - but she didn't say that out loud, probably because she has more self-restraint than I do. So I gave her like 7 cents (literally all the change I had in my wallet), and instead of her giving me a dirty look like "why do I waste my time on young people?" she was super sweet and thanked me profusely and even held the door open for me. What? Servanthood. Now this is turning into a sermon. Anyway, all that to say - here I am asking you for money for these really important causes, but I gave someone a 7-cent donation this morning. So, I am not asking for much. If you can give thousands of dollars, please do! But if you can only give 7 cents (honestly, I think PayPal still works if you give 7 cents) that would be great, too. And if you don't want to give anything, that's fine, too. I realize that many of you may just be coming here for some of my Pulitzer-winning blogging. But, if you do find a little spare change, please do give. I also realize that I often don't want to give to a cause if I'm not really drawn to it, or if I don't know exactly where my money is going. So, if that's the case, please let me know. I would love to tell you more about these causes, personally - or at least direct you to someone who could.
Again, thanks so much for taking the time to read!
During my time in Kenya, I met many amazing people, and you may think that I'm exaggerating when I talk about how much I love Hayley and Abbey, but I'm not. They are, in fact, really amazing people. Many of my best memories with these girls have been sitting around, drinking tea or Tusker, and playing cards. Memories! Annnnd scene. I hope I didn't lose anybody with my trip down memory lane.
Abbey was a constant encouragement and source of joy to me while I was in Kenya (and she continues to be). She is very dedicated and passionate, and always had a good piece of advice when I needed it. Also, she's going to be a doctor! So, she's great, and if you have any questions for her about her time in Kenya, her experience working in a medical clinic there, etc... I'm sure she would love to email with you.
During the time we spent in Kenya in 2007, Abbey actually lived and worked close to the village of Shikokho. So, she saw first-hand the need for a clean, sustainable water source. Below are some words from her about her experience:
"Through the years I have had many adventures and met amazing people, but none has touched me more than my adventure to Kenya in 2007. The country I saw and the people I met touched me in a profound way and I carry them with me daily. Imagine not having a faucet in your house and having to travel 1/2 mile or more to gather water for your cleaning, cooking, drinking and bathing. The water may or may not be clean and suitable for consumption. Such is the case for rural Kenyan villagers. Peter, a Kenyan native (who was also my program director and now dear friend) has a vision to provide accessible clean water to his village in a sustainable way. This project will ultimately provide improved access to clean water by digging a well and pumping the water. This will reduce travel time to gather water as well as reduce disease by establishing an underground well. The water collected is used for cooking, cleaning, drinking and bathing. Please join me in raising $5,000.00 USD toward this project which carries a total cost of $23,000.00 USD. The village of Shikokho has raised $14,000.00 USD to date. Since starting this campaign, 1/4 of my goal has been met."
Again, I want to state that my goal here is not simply to raise money, but also to raise awareness about this important issue. And to win the marathon, obviously, but you already could've guessed that. However, as I'm sure you can appreciate, funds are needed to make this very basic need a reality for the people of Shikokho, so any amount you can give would be so appreciated.
I will now tell a story that is probably embarassing but I will tell it anyway. I stopped at Starbucks on my way to work (so shameful! just kidding - that's not the embarassing part). Anyway, I was on my way in to purchase my mocha, and I saw a woman standing outside, raising money for an initiative right here in poverty-stricken DuPage County. I kid - I know that there are needs everywhere and her cause was an important one. She asked for donations, and I was thinking to myself "Oh my gosh, I'm broke... I hate when these people corner me" even though I was about to drop close to $5 for a cup of coffee. I told her I didn't have any cash, but I did have a little change. I expected her to be like "oh come on. I'm standing here in the cold, rainy weather and you're about to go pay a king's ransom for a cup of freaking coffee but you don't have anything to give to an actual good cause?" - but she didn't say that out loud, probably because she has more self-restraint than I do. So I gave her like 7 cents (literally all the change I had in my wallet), and instead of her giving me a dirty look like "why do I waste my time on young people?" she was super sweet and thanked me profusely and even held the door open for me. What? Servanthood. Now this is turning into a sermon. Anyway, all that to say - here I am asking you for money for these really important causes, but I gave someone a 7-cent donation this morning. So, I am not asking for much. If you can give thousands of dollars, please do! But if you can only give 7 cents (honestly, I think PayPal still works if you give 7 cents) that would be great, too. And if you don't want to give anything, that's fine, too. I realize that many of you may just be coming here for some of my Pulitzer-winning blogging. But, if you do find a little spare change, please do give. I also realize that I often don't want to give to a cause if I'm not really drawn to it, or if I don't know exactly where my money is going. So, if that's the case, please let me know. I would love to tell you more about these causes, personally - or at least direct you to someone who could.
Again, thanks so much for taking the time to read!
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