Do you ever struggle with gifts for friends that have everything already? I do! How about a bride and groom who have been together years? There is no point getting them a toaster or some coasters. So when Oxfam got in touch about #WithOxfam I was interested. It is a campaign aimed at brides and grooms, but you could send an Oxfam Unwrapped gift for many reasons or occasions. The “gifts” are basically promises of things to help people in places of poverty – you could buy goats or chickens, perhaps fix a well, or invest in an education.
This morning my pal Mummy Barrow shared a photograph of her cold feet out walking her dog without shoes on and tagged it #BarefootCoatless. I was interested to know why so I went to her blog and read todays post. Mummy Barrow went to Jordan recently with World Vision to see the refugee camps and it is a follow up to this, saying that refugees fled their homes in fear. The took what they could grab, and for most of them planning ahead to colder months was unlikely to have crossed their minds. A bomb lands nearby your house, you don’t plan and pack a suitcase, you’d grab the children and leg it in whatever you were wearing wouldn’t you?
Airline food blogger Nikos Loukas of Inflight Feed is calling on airlines, inflight caterers and their suppliers to donate blankets, pillows, toiletries kits, inflight kids packs, food and water to those in need in Greece and France. He then wants to charter a plane from London to Kos to deliver it all, along with volunteers. Loukas is hoping to charter a plane on the 27th September to deliver donations along with 130 volunteers to assist on the ground. The plan? To provide meals and comfort to those struggling in Greece. So far airports and airline caterers across the UK and Europe have quickly offered Loukas free storage space to accept delivery of donations. Whilst donations such as pre packed meals, children’s fun packs and coffee cups have started to trickle in since he started the campaign on the weekend, however he still requires further donations from the airline industry.
Well guess what? At the weekend I skydived again with team #MMskydive but there was a big difference. I was still very much afraid but this time I didn’t hate it. When you arrive at a skydiving centre for a tandem jump you will have to sign waivers and the like, the small print of this can be frightening enough. You might be asked to sign medical forms and you will be asked about next of kin. Some centres will also ask you to step on the scales, despite how nosey this might feel it is a wise thing to know, planes are often loaded up to make the weight as even as possible. Also if you are deceptively heavy for your appearance (as I allegedly am) you need to be with a tandem partner who will cope with a person your size just in case there is an issue. […]
Right now I am in my garage. It’s nearly midnight but I am training for the weekend. A bit late perhaps, but I need my knee to move freely by Sunday morning. You see skydiving doesn’t require much physical fitness, except you need to raise your legs out high and straight whilst your instincts and gravity itself is fighting you. It doesn’t sound hard does it, to raise your own legs out in front of you whilst falling in a parachute harness but it really is. Up in freefall I can barely breathe, so right now I’m pedaling my exercise bike so fast I’m breathing funny. I really am terrified of heights, but because I have skydived twice before no one believes me. I’ll tell you something, that twenty minutes or so from when I walk towards a plane, to when I’m stood back on solid ground is hell. It […]
Well I’ve joined in the madness that is Race For Life after years of saying that I might. But I’ve not gone for the easy course, nope, I’ll be doing the Pretty Muddy obstacle course with Joy and Emma and thousands of other women. I hate cancer, passionately. It took my Grandfather. Yes, he was old, but it was not his time. My children were robbed of the best Grandparent ever. He never even met Jen, he’d already died. In fact D attended the funeral in a 2 year sized Gap striped shirt with a teddy bear on the pocket. You see to his friends he was called Ted. Cancer took the nearest I had to a father from me. It has also taken a few other more distant family members but my Gramps hurt. The irony of it… He quit smoking because I made him. But he had cancer […]
Well I am already challenging my fears by skydiving despite not being able to climb up the ladder to my son’s bunk bed. I have a huge fear of needles. Huge. Doctors often give up on the idea of injections or if it’s essential I have actually been restrained to have blood tests. What’s more ridiculous than skydiving with vertigo? THIS Having “ink” when walking past a tattoo place frightens you is really daft. BUT as this is my third skydive I need a new idea. This idea might be totally stolen off of Mummy B who just got a red nose on her bum. And I mean it. So please share or tweet to folk you know that might sponsor me to do this. The donation link is JustGiving.com/JulieMM I would also do it for a company or any person willing to pass on a grand to The Lullaby […]
How I wish I meant her birthday, or something sweet. Sadly two years ago today Matilda Mae passed away. She went to her bed and just didn’t wake up. For no reason at all she was just gone. The Angels took her. Matilda Mae was dead. Jennie (@Edspire) tweeted her daughter was dead. Every piece of me wanted the tweet I read to be wrong. Perhaps some sick sod has hacked Jennie’s twitter? Maybe it’s some kind of dare to post something shocking? Maybe I imagined reading it (I checked, it was still there). What if…. I was running out of excuses for why it was not true. It was true, Matilda Mae was gone. I felt so bad for Jennie and her family. She had reached out to the Internet at an awful time, and I hope that the reaction helped somehow.
Stonewall #NoBystanders – Watch: If you can’t say anything nice, please try not to speak. No reason for sharing other than I agree with the message.
As I said in my Christmas day post I recently sent a delivery of toys to The Dogs Trust for FreyaWoof’s old kennel buddies. As I was checking out the delivery dates versus the Trust’s opening hours this beauty caught my eye. I wasn’t trying to get another dog but Doris is a Saluki, she looks like Freya and her description sounded like Freya. I had to meet her!
I just thought you would all appreciate a Christmas card? I am not doing cards this year, (have you seen the price of stamps these days!?) I’ve made decorations for local friends though. I’ve sent a parcel of dog toys and treats to the Dogs Trust instead of wasting lots on stamps.
Christmas is about making things magical and special for the kiddies isn’t it? It isn’t about the price of presents, or the size of the turkey. Apparently the current generation of parents are determined to keep their little elves children believing in Santa. The NSPCC surveyed 2000ish parents, and the findings of this are below. Personally I think I’ve lost the “believe I Santa” thing with my boys, D hasn’t believed for years, and this year Jen tells me he doesn’t want “any silly gifts from Santa – I know that’s just YOU writing in your wrong hand!” Even if I have lost this fight, I intend to keep trying a bit longer, just in case. They will get a letter from Santa, we will feed the reindeers and we check out NORAD Santa radar together a few times on Christmas eve. The nation’s favourite family Christmas tradition for parents […]