With All Our Heart

I received an email from a friend of mine who runs an animal rescue organization. A fundraising event is in the planning/preparation stage, and my friend asked me if I would help. The date and location are set, but items are needed for the raffle and silent auction. (All proceeds raised for the fundraiser will go to her organization, Pick of the Litter, a  non-profit a 501c3 organization.)

Instantly, I posted a shout-out to my Facebook friends, asking for donations for the raffle and auction. Happily, I received three responses. Robin H. gave me a hand-knitted baby blanket, Robin C. is looking to see about getting items from KONG (the pet toy company), and a third friend – whose name is not Robin – sent me the following note:

“Lenore – My little company, DesignsByHeart, creates and sells products to help support animal rescue, rehabilitation, and education… I have a couple of products I can donate to this auction. Can I somehow send them to you and have you get them where they need to be? Email me, and give me the scoop on this. I’d love to sync up with this organization somehow… Thanks friend!!” Continue reading “With All Our Heart”

That thing called “perspective”

According to Merriam-Webster, the noun perspective means, “a : the interrelation in which a subject or its parts are mentally viewed <places the issues in proper perspective>; also : point of view b : the capacity to view things in their true relations or relative importance”.

Earlier today, I found myself feeling a little frustrated with life. Fueled by hormones, I was borderline irritable and cranky, but I had to work. So, I sat on the couch and multi-tasked between two jobs and two different laptops. While I multi-tasked, I turned on my radio and tuned in to a local (though syndicated) talk show. I jockeyed between the two jobs, and I could feel myself becoming more anxious as I started focusing on my projects for the week. The more anxious I became, the less attentive I was to either job. Then I found myself distracted by the radio show, hearing the same audio clip played and replayed. The clip was recorded on May 22nd around 5:30 PM CDT in Joplin, Missouri, as a tornado tore through the city.

Continue reading “That thing called “perspective””

Washing the Egg off my Face

He did it! Our 6yr old boy completed several loops around his school’s parking lot! When asked whether or not he had fun, Joe’s face lit up with a smile, “Yes!” He said.

Though I was not able to attend the ’round and ’round, the smile on his face when he got home and the pictures taken by the Director are proof enough for me; Joe had a blast. I am a proud Mom, even if I did have to grovel and beg for money. Continue reading “Washing the Egg off my Face”