I was wrong. It was cooler than that.

I was wrong about the meals for the Haitians project in two ways.

First, Kansas City wasn't adding to a million meals nationwide. 

We were assigned to make our OWN million. 

Whew, that is a lot.  I wonder how much will be done across the country.

Second, it was more than cool to be there. 

It was Hoover DAM(n) cool. 

I took pictures.  I have proof.

You know I like pictures more than words... *sometimes*.

The Boy and I went to the city.  I wasn't able to work my four hours, so The Boy and I worked one and half.  This was the first bumper sticker we saw when we parked so I knew I was in the right place, with the right people.  I have the same one....minus the floating earth.  :)

You sign in, get your FREE hair net and apron..,

and we waited just a few minutes in our line

to be assigned to one of the 48 tables.

They need 14 workers per table.

Meaning, in theory, 672 people are filling bags

at the same time.  Not including the red-shirted

support staff.

There were a lot of folks smiling.

This is Bob, our table manager.  He was so bossy!

But efficient and we got a lot done in our hour.

Don't tell Bob, but after we did an hour on table 46,

we defected to Table 1. 

Kind of like figure skaters from Russia in the 80's.

There was an order and funnel to put the ingredients into

the small sandwich sized bags.

First, power vitamins, then dried veggies (that was me)

then dry soy, and dried rice.

Everything is measured to the ounce. 

Then The Boy patted the sealed bags flat for packing.

Yeah, he isn't doing too well, hence the large

dark circles under his eyes.

This is what we created.  :)  One bag feeds six meals.

For the starving may I remind you.

See the veggies...

The words in the right corner say:
Not for sale.

This food is to be given freely

because Jesus loves little children.

Fortunately, Jesus loves big people too

so they get a box per family with a gallon

of water to make the soup/stew.

This is the magic gong they gonged every

10,000 meals we finished. 

It rang 6 times during our shift.

It is a SWEEEET sound.

Honestly, a little sweeter than

the Haitian music they were playing.

I think there was some relief

when the IPOD system broke.

At my table, I stood next to a NBC

tv news personality named Beth.

She was really really nice.

All sorts and sizes were there.  Kids whose parents

took them out of school.  Old people.

And this cute girl who was working...

from her wheelchair.

Numana is the non-profit food group who helped

make this happen with the Salvation Army.

Last, but certainly not least,

one cancer-surviving

Tom Allison was there.

Normally, I would say that red

 is NOT his color....

but for some reason today

(could it be the message?)

it looked Tom Terrific on him.  :)

Ever help feed a million people in an hour?

In my personal journal from 2004,

I recorded that the name of everyone I served a meal

or some sort of treat to in my home that year. 

Some were repeat "customers",

but my total list was 84 different folks.

That is a lot of food, dishes and time.

Worth every minute too.  :)

This weekend, throughout the United States,

the Salvation Army is planning a "dinner party"

of sorts for the Haitians. Since the people

of Haiti cannot come to our homes for dinner,

the Salvation Army has figured out a way

to bring dinner to them.  In a bag

about the size of a sandwich baggie.

(This is the marketing ad for the local Army here in Kansas City)

It is called A Million Meals.  Our goal here in KC

to have 12,000 people come together with in

20 hours and put together thousands of meal bags

to be shipped to Haiti.  Combined with efforts of

thousands of other helping hands throughout the US,

will total of a million bagged meals.

They are not asking for much for you or me.

One hour of your time.

They are asking for volunteers to come

(no, you don't have to pre-register--you just show up)

 and stuff bags(which looks very easy) for one hour.

Children are welcome with an adult.

This is the perfect opportunity for scouts,

church, regular folks, etc.. to help out.

Parking is free.  Hairnets are free.

Who doesn't appreciate a free hair net?  :)

I have planned to work four hours on Friday because
I have a little flexibility of time that most people who

are my age and are paid to work do not have.

I will let you know how it goes. 
What event intrigue this provides me...

being that I am an event planner and all.

If you live somewhere far from me,

check out the website of your local
Salvation Army.  There are

going to be stations throughout the country.

If you are in the KC area,

the project will be at the Amercian Royal Arena.

It will be Friday noon to 8 pm.

Saturday 8 am to 8 pm.

All are welcome.

The Island of Madeira

There are 15 other people I can think of off the top of my head who are feeling sad today.  Sad like me.  Some of them are Portuguese, but most of them I am thinking of are Americans.  Amercians I have two things in common with--besides being American:  we were all LDS (Mormon) missionaries and we all lived on the tropical island of Madeira at the same time.

So what, you say?  What is it?  Where is it?  See that yellow dot on the left side bottom of this map?
That is Madeira.  The main city is Funchal, which I lived in for several months during my mission.

It is a very poor poor place that has one thing going for it:  extreme tropical beauty.  Many of the natives are quite impoverished and live in the hills.  Europeans call it the "Pearl of the Atlantic" or the "European Playground" and use it as such.  I think we saw more people from "The Continent" as it was called, except when we would attend church.  That is where we would see the most locals at one time.  Most who rode the bus to get there.

Funchal and the island of Madeira are washing away as we speak.  Some freaky storm has hit it, a land once visited by Christopher Columbus in the 1400s.  It is devastating to see on the news.  But you might not really understand HOW devastating.

These photos are mine from 1990 when I was there.   Here is the main river run through town.  If you watch this youtube post, about 35 seconds in you can see this same road literally being washed away yesterday.  :(
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xn9zFWDYWTI

This is Sandesh, the 12 year old man of the family we rented a room from.  His mother had married her first cousin thus resulting in children with disabilities--serious eye deformanties.  The father took off and the mother was poor.  They weren't LDS, but rented each set of the two sets of us sister missionaries a room.  It was a pretty nice house for the area, but even for their decent living standard, no lawnmower. 

Sandesh had to cut the lawn with these clippers. 

A never-ending task for him.

Another way to cut grass was to use this mini sickle like on his shoulder.  I know, I look so different.  I was heavier (that 4 pm ice cream--gelato--cone every day may have had something to do with it!) and really pale.  This man was just sitting on the side of the road and what i liked about him where his hands, and that he had one tooth.  That was very common.

This man was a member of our church and had saved for two months to have a few of us missionaries to dinner.  We called him "Pai" --familiar portuguese for "father."  An endearing term.  He wouldn't let us bring anything.  He had to borrow dishes and napkins from a neighbor because he only owned a couple plates of his own.  He was so proud to have us.  Notice the floor.  I am holding the child, and that is the main floor--unevened dirt.  This was the whole house. The chests were like his clothing drawers, the walls were old boards and sheets of plastic.  Imagine this "house" trying to stand up against those water waves that are crashing down from Pai's home in the mountatins to those buildings in the city. 

I don't have pictures of the two men I miss the most:  Mercedo and Miquel.  Mercedo was the bus ticket conductor.  We had spiritual experiences with him that are burned in our souls, and we cried with him when he couldn't be baptised because he wasn't married to the woman he lived with.  

Miquel was a director of education for the region.  He saw us walk by a bar he was drinking in one night and he chased us down the dark street.  We were scared but it ended up he had dreamt of us nights before.  He knew us on sight.  We were teaching him when we were transferred from the island and never heard about him again.

Where are they today?  Are they safe? 

I know that Madeira will never get coverage that Haiti will (even though it has comparable poverty) and that to most folks, it will be some far away place that we wouldn't be able to find on a cheap map.  But not to me.  Those people were kind and giving, and may Heavenly Father bless them there and now, today.  There are a dozen Mormon missionaries who are thinking and praying for you here and now, today.  :)  Te Amo.

Fatty Catty

It has been a while since you have seen the rescue cat we picked up about a year and half ago.

His name is Smoke 

And suffice it to say that

he has grown a little bit!

Wanna take a field trip? Will you go to the (man) prom with me?

I have been wanting to write this blog for a year.  Last year I attended my first man prom (car show), and wow, it sure was eye opening.   If you look at my blog from March 13, 2009 you can see some photos of women who attended the fun last year. 

Let me just say that whoever scheduled it this year wasn't really looking at the calendar.  It was the Opening Ceremonies (which a measley 3 billion people on the planet watch), the opening day of NASCAR, and of course Valentine's.

I thought you should see what happens at the man prom.  :)  I didn't really have a date of sorts.  Mr. Fun couldn't make it so I went stag, although I had some company along the way.

First and formost, I want to introduce you to the Prom King and Queen: 
Dave (Mr.The Noisier the Better) and
his very understanding wife, Carol.

Next, I got a ride in a smoooooothe machine called a '32.

(not to sound ungrateful, but it was 20* outside and

this car doesn't have any heat...)

It won "Outstanding in Class."

The View from the car

There is something you need to understand:

shiney and chromey

The more shiney, the more chromey... the better.

Uh, I don't know what to say about this guy here.

 We didn't have one at our prom so I

have no idea why this decorative piece showed up. 

I was a tour guide at an art musuem for a while, so

this is what I have decided.

Perhaps it is saying Satan likes car shows.

Maybe because Hell has flames and

there are a LOT of flames at a car show.

Flames, flames and more flames.

Who knew that Satan owns a

3 piece green leisure suit?

Notice the severed head.  Nice touch.

The Girl liked this plate.

One prom goer apparently was prepared for

some sort of after-prom plans.  This van was named

"Fornication."  It was creeeepy.

The prom king found this for his office.

Yep.

That is a real taxidermied fish.

Here I am in the car voted

"Best of Class".  Hand built from scratch

by the Prom King Dave.

It is called a 1941 Willys.

For you prom men--843 HP.

For you ladies, that means your ears will

get destroyed if you stand within a 1/4 mile of it.

Notice that I dressed up for the occassion...

shiney, chromey earrings.

 Here is one for the road.

Amish at the car show.  With cell phone and Disney bag in hand.

Apparently the Amish like a 41 Willys.  :)

Check out Dave's website for more fun projects:
http://www.daveshotrodshop.com/