Handout or Helping Hand?

I have to go to Petsmart later to buy dog food. Petsmart is one of those places that ALWAYS asks you to donate money to help homeless pets. The cashier doesn’t ask, it’s a little message that pops up on the payment thingy. Safeway is always asking for money, too. They seem to change their cause monthly, though. And the cashier actually has to ask you, “Would you like to give some money to ________?” I always feel guilty. I mean, I just spent $80 on dog food, why not give  some money to help homeless pets?

I’m almost always very hesitant to donate because I just don’t trust those organizations to hand all of the money over. It’s sort of like getting calls from the “Fraternal Order of Police” or similar organization. That’s not actually a cop calling you. It’s someone who is being paid to call and ask for your money. A big chunk of what I would give would go to the business being paid to raise funds for the FOP. That bugs me.

If I’m being honest, and maybe this sounds selfish, it bugs me that they even ask. Not that they aren’t good causes. And not that I would not want to help. I just don’t trust that the money will actually go where they say it’s going. Heck, every now and then I will even post something on Facebook or here about a particular push from one of the two Brittany rescue groups I support needing money. Because I trust them. I have seen and even benefited from the good those groups do.

Am I a bad person because I’d more readily give money to a dog rescue group than participate in Safeway’s campaign to raise money for the cause-of-the-month? Wait, don’t answer that.

I think what it all comes down to is a trust thing. I am far more likely to kick money in when there’s no middleman. I don’t donate when the volunteer firemen call my house, but I toss money into the boots held out by firemen standing in the middle of the road (that’s a rural thing).

About a month ago, I told you about Jade, one of the people I “met” online. She’s in Thailand for a year with her husband supporting The SOLD Project, an organization whose mission is “To prevent child prostitution through culturally relevant programs for vulnerable children and to share their stories to empower creative, compassionate people to act.” I read Jade’s blog every day. It’s become part of my routine. Sort of like going to the office every morning and chatting with folks in the coffee room. Except it’s virtual.

I think what Jade (and others like her) is doing is very cool, but that’s not why I read her blog. She’s a fabulous writer, she takes lovely pictures, she’s got a very cute puppy, she tells interesting stories about her daily life/struggles in Thailand, etc. It really is like chatting with a co-worker. Funny, I’ve never thought about it that way. Anyhow… Jade had her blog before she got involved with SOLD and moved to Thailand. It has remained her blog, not her soapbox for SOLD. In fact, she doesn’t even talk about SOLD much. She doesn’t constantly ask for money. Heck, except for a tiny little banner on her blog, she never asks for money.

But, having seen videos, pictures, and posts from other people about SOLD, I know it’s real. Having seen the documentaries on the sex trade in Thailand, I know it’s a huge problem. HUGE.

Every now and then I wonder about SOLD, but I don’t want to be all nosy and say, “Jade, what’s going on with SOLD?” I know she’ll share an update when warranted. Besides, I can just go to the SOLD blog and see for myself.

But then today, something in the upper left-hand margin caught my eye. A tweet. (I am not on Twitter. Jade’s tweets appear in the margin of her blog.) It was that one little sentence you see framed on your left here.

My interest was piqued. I clicked.

There are a variety of different methods you can choose if you want to help. A lump-sum contribution. A monthly donation of varying amounts. Click on the framed image if you want to learn more. SOLD even has a store you can visit if you’re the type who’d rather get something tangible in return for your donation.

I’m like that sometimes. If I don’t trust a person/group completely, if they’re selling t-shirts, magnets, mugs, etc., I’ll buy something. That way I know even if the money isn’t going where they said it would go, I didn’t get ripped off completely.

At the pet expo I went to back in January, the groups asking for money got a bit overwhelming. And I was there in support of American Brittany Rescue who had a booth there seeking donations.  They weren’t just seeking donations, though. One of the primary reasons groups go to things like that is the visibility. You’d be surprised how many people have never heard of Brittanys, didn’t realize there are breed-specific rescue groups, etc. As I walked around, I couldn’t help but think, “Gosh, if I gave every group here in need of donations a dollar, I’d be broke.” So I had to give selectively.

I think that’s the secret. Selective giving. Be wary of handouts. You can’t just toss money at everyone who asks. You can’t help every cause no matter how noble. Make sure you know where your money going. Is the group real? Are they doing what they say they’re doing? Is it something you believe in? Are there other ways you can help?

So, tell me. Am I being horribly pessimistic not to trust stores like Petsmart and Safeway? When are you more likely to donate? Are there groups you refuse to help?

Back On Track

I haven’t paid much attention to the computer over the past week. Except for work stuff. I am woefully behind in my blogging. Not just writing my blogs, but reading everyone else’s. I’m hoping to get caught up this week.

The week wasn’t particularly eventful, I just didn’t have anything to say.

It was Shannon’s week to cook so at least I got a break from dinner duty. Monday she made a pasta and veggie dish. Tuesday’s meal was Hoppin’ John, which wasn’t very picturesque, but tasted really good. Hubby and I had never had that before. Wednesday she fed us Thai Red Shrimp Curry, which is one of our favorite Shannon-dishes. It’s basically shrimp and veggies stir-fried in a mildly spicy, coconut milk-based sauce. Served over rice. It’s delicious AND colorful, which is why you get to see a picture of that meal.

Shannon's Thai Red Shrimp Curry

Thursday was Thirsty Third Thursday, which is the one evening each month Shannon, Amy, and I get together for a girls’ night. Since Amy’s husband has been deployed, most TTTs have been at Amy’s house. This month we decided to actually go out instead for a change of pace. We were going to do it on a weekend and celebrate our birthdays at the same time (mine is February 6 and Amy’s is March 1), but that didn’t work out. Amy wasn’t able to get a sitter on a Thursday night, but Shannon and I really wanted to go out, so we went without her. It wasn’t the same, of course, but it was nice to be out nonetheless.

John Steven Ltd in Fells Point

We started out at Max’s on Broadway in Fells Point (a neighborhood in Baltimore City), but weren’t getting a great vibe there. Plus the beer was pretty expensive. So we walked down the block and up Thames Street to  John Steven Ltd. We ended up staying there until about 1:00 AM. Good thing I had the day off on Friday.

Wanna know why I had the day off on Friday? Because I knew it was going to be 70 degrees and took an emergency mental health day off from work.

My bike on the first 70+ degree day in 2011.

Since we didn’t get home until about 2:00 AM, I got a later start than I originally intended. I did eventually get out though and spent all day out and about on the new motorcycle. It was fabulous. I actually went east for a change across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge to Maryland’s Eastern Shore.

Normally, I’d head north or west, but I’d been wanting to get to the Blackwater National Wildlife Refuge for some time to see the Snow Geese. These geese over-winter at the refuge. I get a big kick out of seeing and hearing thousands of big, white geese as they take to the sky.

Two Snow Geese

It really was a gorgeous day. And the refuge was practically deserted. So I got to take my good old time observing the estimated 3,000 Snow Geese that hang out there. There were Canada Geese, too (of course). I also saw a couple of Eagles.

Thousands of Snow Geese

I’m glad I finally got to pay the geese a visit. There’s just something special about those white birds.

In my next post, I’ll bring you up-to-speed on the WV kitchen project. For now, I’m pooped and headed off to bed.

Images of Warmth

Look what’s sitting on my kitchen table.

My Happy Birthday bouquet of tulips.

Aren’t they gorgeous? So warm and Springy looking!

I just love the colors!

These arrived via UPS two days ago. My brother, sister-in-law, and nephew sent them as a Happy Birthday surprise.

Getting flowers unexpectedly is always awesome. Every time I see these sitting on my table, I smile. Because nothing says Spring like tulips. And I could use a dose of Spring right now.

For the record, some chocolates came along with the flowers. I would’ve taken some pictures of those too, but chocolate doesn’t last very long around here.

I’m guessing right about now Hubby and Shannon are thinking, “Chocolates? I didn’t see any chocolates!” 🙂

Brrr

I’m not usually one to complain about the cold. Heat, yes. Cold, no.

The view from my front porch.

But this year, the cold weather came early. And it hasn’t left yet.

Also, it’s just been so dreary.

My poor pansies.

Perhaps I’d feel different it it were at least sunny and cold.

I am SOOOOO ready for warmer weather and sunshine.

Really.

Come on Spring!

There was 1/4 inch of ice on my car the other day.

Only two more months of this Winter stuff…

Something Different

I did something different this past Sunday.

We stayed home from the WV place because Shannon’s girlfriend, Vanessa, was coming down from NY state to spend the weekend. Hubby and I were looking forward to finally meeting another of Shannon’s far-flung friends who she always speaks very highly of.

Unfortunately, the water pump in her car went up en route, so she didn’t make it down. Lucky for her, she was still relatively close to home when it happened.

We were all sad that V couldn’t make it. Shannon was especially sad. She and V talk on the phone and/or via Skype often, but it’s never quite the same as just hanging out and being silly with your girlfriend.

Saturday, we watched the Ravens embarrassing defeat by Pittsburgh. Nuff said there.

Sunday, I wanted to do something different.

I’ve never actually been to one of the International Motorcycle Shows. There just happened to be one in DC, so I decided to go. Partly because it was just something different to do for a change and partly as an information-gathering trip.

The paint job on this one was very cool, but also very creepy.

I really have been thinking about that new blog and website of mine for a long time. I want the website to be a resource for folks. Not just a place that talks about routes/rides, but that references local merchants, too. If people are going to travel in the area, they need a place to stay. Good restaurants are hard to find in remote areas, so the ones we do find are definitely worth mentioning. It wouldn’t hurt to list dealers in the area either who can provide emergency service if needed. Or even motorcycle rentals.

The coolest thing I discovered was featured yesterday on the Appalachian Tours blog. I was also successful gathering other info too, which I’ll share there eventually.

Guess who went with me? Actually, I should say guess who took me, since that person was kind enough to do the driving.

If you guessed Hubby, you’re wrong. He wasn’t the slightest bit interested in going.

Shannon testing a new Ducati.

It was Shannon. Doesn’t she look great on that shiny, new Ducati? Her legs are just a tad short for it though. You really want to have both feet flat on the ground when in a stopped position.

They have a motorcycle show at the Timonium Fairgrounds (where they hold the Maryland State Fair), but it’s more of a local thing full of dealers and other vendors. It’s more vendors than dealers, actually. The DC show is bigger in that it has a big manufacturer presence where the big names (Yamaha, Suzuki, Victory, Kawasaki, Ducati, and Honda to name a few) show off their new offerings.

Whoah, is that an alien?

They also had a competition where you could vote for various custom motorcycles.

This little red one with the creepy paint job was Shannon’s favorite…

Check out the metal seat.

I liked this big, tricked out sport bike.

My favorite.

There was a big assortment of bikes competing. Some were a bit less flashy. Others were even more colorful. My philosophy is, if I wouldn’t be caught dead riding the thing, I don’t think it should win any awards. I don’t care how much work went into uglying the thing up.

Did you do anything interesting over the weekend?

Intriguing Discovery

One of the photography blogs I started following recently (I Take Pictures) had a very interesting post the other day about a little-known photographer named Vivian Maier. Danelle, ITP creator, did a great job summarizing the story. It’s a story I urge you to take a few moments to read.

ToadMama's Shadow

In a nutshell, Vivian Maier, was a street photographer in Chicago from the 1950s to the 1990s. Her work, which was just recently discovered, “includes over 100,000 mostly medium format negatives, thousands of prints, and a ton of undeveloped rolls of film.”

The quality of some of her images is amazing (she captured people like Ansel Adams captured landscapes). The story many of them tell alone makes the pictures worth a look. But what really gripped me was how her work was discovered and what is very lovingly being done to share her work with the world.

The guy who discovered her work, John Maloof, created a blog as one way to bring Vivian Maier to the world. You can read more of the story and see the amazing images on his blog.

All of the images are copyrighted, so I couldn’t share any here. I just added that shot of me because imageless posts are just boring.

If you do visit John’s blog, let me know what you think.