This post is 100% off topic but 100% important.
Can you help me help my friends living in Japan?
All the information is on my website.
If you follow me on Twitter or are a Facebook friend, you might have noticed I recently changed my avatar to the image above. Why?
Well, my dear friend Amanda and her family are in Japan. Her husband is in the Navy and is stationed there right now. They aren’t in a mandatory evacuation area, but that time is likely coming soon. They live in Yokosuka, which is about about 90 minutes south of Tokyo.
Amanda, her husband and the girls are ok. They felt the earthquake and have felt all the aftershocks as well. They’re shaken but physically ok.
It is looking like they will be evacuating soon and may never return. They will be allowed 1 suitcase each on a return flight. They have made Japan their home and have established themselves there. And now, they may be ripped away from it.
I have been wracking my brain for a way to help. Right now, the way to help is with money. Unfortunately, I don’t have an excess of money laying around here.
They can mail things back to the US (for now) but the exchange rate is ridunkulous and there’s a limit of 2 boxes right now. It sounds like our government will get them back to the United States… but once they’re here, they’re on their own as far as lodging, travel, etc.
This is where you come in. Can you help me help my friends?
- Effective now until 11:59 p.m. CDT Sunday, March 20th, I will personally give my entire NET sales of any product at my shop at Pink Ink Studios to Amanda and her family. This is NOT a tax deductible donation for me or purchase for you. But I can assure you that I will send her 100% of my NET sales. I know this is short notice and it is the weekend, but I want/need to get money to them quickly.
- The other way you can help is by sending money via Paypal. $5, $10, $25, whatever you can spare… I will send 100% of this money to her as well. Just send the money via PayPal to firstname.lastname@example.org. Make sure you put in the memo that this is for Amanda’s family. Again, this is NOT a tax deductible donation. It is just a gift of love for my dear friends.
- If you can’t help out financially, please spread the word and say some prayers for my friends. They need all the love and support we can give them.
In case this helps, here’s a picture of me and Amanda’s sweet daughter Haley in 2009. Cute kids get you every time, right?
Thanks for your consideration.
When I finally ordered my Dailymile t-shirt, I harassed Kelly (aka @dailymile) about my missing stickers? I wanted to pimp out my life with DM. I owe my life to social media sites like Dailymile, so I’m always wanting to pimp them when I can.
Well, today I got a li’l white envelope packed with some Dailymile goodness! And I want to spread the love, so I’m going to share some of my Dailymile stickers with my blog readers (I haven’t decided how many… but there will be at least 4 up for grabs).
What do you have to do to enter this li’l giveaway?
Post a comment on this blog post telling me where you’ll put your DM swag. Bonus points if you post a picture of what will get the DM branding.
I’ll pick winners next week.
So, this happened:
What a fun Saturday! I got to hang out with my AWESOME stylist, Dawn, and get a killer hair do. I mean, really… look at that! I freaking love it. I was nervous about the colors being super annoying, but I think I can totally pull this look off!
Here’s the “Before”:
Here’s how the process went.
Step #1: remove color – aka BLEACH
Step #2: Wash and Dry – and look like a trashy hooker
Step #3: Prepare dyes (blue, orange and brownish red for all-over color)
Step #4: Process color (aka – get high as hell off the fumes)
Step #5: Wash and lightly shampoo out color
Step #6: Cut, blow dry and style
Then freakin’ rock your new ‘do!
Pardon my language:
But to the woman who actually STOPPED and started pointing and staring with a puzzled look on her face through the salon window on Mason St around 2pm today, please kindly fuck off.
Your behavior was rude, offensive and quite honestly, juvenile for someone your age. YES I have blue and orange streaks in my hair. I’m not a circus freak show. I did it for charity. If you wouldn’t have been so rude, maybe I could have told you how my wonderful stylist Dawn Albrecht donated her time, talents and dye to make my hair look pretty kick-ass… oh and the charity thing? I’ve raised almost $6500 this year for the Crohn’s and Colitis Foundation of America. I’ve trained to run a half marathon – twice. I’m not some punk kid trying to rebel. So, the next time you see someone with “different” hair through the window at a salon, think twice before you stop, point, stare and look like an intolerant idiot.
I can’t believe the day is finally here! In just over an hour, I’ll be sitting in my stylist’s chair, getting blue and orange highlights put in my hair to show my support and commitment to the Crohn’s and Colitis Foundation of America. I’ll be honest, I’m super excited but also a bit nervous. Like, what happens when I go to work on Monday? What about church? Will people stare? Will people ask me why I have these colors in my hair? How long will it last? Will people think I’m – GASP – a Chicago Bears fan?
I really do hope people ask me why my hair is blue and orange. I will tell them the reason why – that I’m doing it to bring awareness to the diseases that have affected my loved ones. The friends I’ve made through my work with the CCFA. To find a cure.
I’m doing this because you all were so generous in your donations – together we raised $2520 for CCFA! Since I have already reached my goal, if you are interested in making a donation, I am asking you to consider donating instead to one of the fabulous members of my team:
I must preface this post with the following:
- I love my dad.
- My dad cracks my shiz up.
- My dad is generally tech/computer-savvy.
- My dad always starts e-mails with “Dear Amy” and ends them with “Love, Dad.”
Today I was chatting on Google talk with my dad about some stuff he’s helping me sell on Craigslist. It made me remember how the first instant message conversation I ever had with him went (AOL IM FTW).
Me: hey dad, I’m coming home this weekend from school. Can you let mom know?
Dad: Dear Amy, That sounds like a plan. We will see you then. What time do you think you’ll get here? Love, Dad.
Me: um it’ll be after class and depending on traffic past chicago…. maybe after dinner ish?
Dad: Dear Amy: We will wait for you. Love, Dad.