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Thursday, July 31, 2014

GISHWHES 2014 - Team #USSDestiel

Local team competes for GISHWHES 2014 August 2-9, 2014
Charles Town, WV – July 30, 2014 -- The 5th Annual GISHWHES (The Greatest International Scavenger Hunt The World Has Ever Seen) is starting this weekend, August 2, and will run until midnight on Saturday, August 9.  This year a local team, Team #USSDestiel, will be competing in the international event. Teams consist of 15 people and are comprised of members from all over the Globe.  Last year more than 14,000 people from 69 countries participated in the event.
During the Scavenger Hunt, teams are given a long list of hundreds of tasks to accomplish, with points being awarded for creativity and execution of items. Money raised from the hunt goes directly to Mr. Collins’ charity, Random Acts. 

“We are very excited to be participating in the hunt this year,” says Team Captain, Jennifer Irving.  “Misha’s tasks can be quite challenging, but the idea of the hunt is to get out of our comfort zones and do something that’s NOT normal.”

In past years, tasks have included creating clothing from food, dressing up your car for prom, or having a tea party in an elevator.  Tasks also include larger-scale items such as flash mobs, large pillow fights, and having marching bands performing while spelling out GISHWHES, or having local sanitation workers wear costumes while on their route.  Some tasks have even included items such as having your picture taken next to a particle accelerator or having a member of Congress wear a sock monkey hat.

Not all tasks are silly, though. Previous items have included giving coats to homeless shelters, getting kids to clean up trash on the beach, keeping someone company during dialysis treatment and other exercises that help people in our community.

“Last year’s winning team had the support of businesses and media in Seattle, to help them achieve tasks, and I’m convinced that the people of DC could help push our team over the top,” says teammate Sarah Brennan.

Team #USSDestiel would like to invite as many people as possible to get involved by coming out to participate in tasks the week of August 2-9.  The team will be updating their Twitter account to keep people up to date on challenges they’re competing, or putting out calls for help.  You can keep up with their progress at http://www.twitter.com/TeamUSSDestiel.

 For more information on the event in general, you can visit the GISHWHES site at http://www.gishwhes.com or Random Acts at http://therandomact.org

Contact Name:  Jennifer@mill-irving
Contact Phone:  703-969-5292

Saturday, July 13, 2013

When do children lose their innocence?

Is it in tiny increments?

Is it all at one time?

I have made quite an effort to keep my children sheltered. There are reasons, both good and bad about doing this.  

I grew up terrorized by classmates.  I don't want that to happen to the boys.  Kids pick on other kids for anything as stupid as having red hair, much less children with anxiety and autism, and who's behavior isn't quite the same as peers.  I have been vigilant in addressing anything I think is bullying.

The last few days, I've been getting snippets from Jamie.  He's afraid of looking stupid.  He's afraid people will make fun of him.

It's driving me crazy.  He's 8.  He should be enjoying dressing up like a cow for Chick-Fil-A Day.  Not worrying if people will think he looks stupid.

I hate that the world has turned my beautiful, innocent babies and are slowly turning them into cuss-word-hearing, self-doubting children.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

The life and times of a stressed out momma

My life was alot simpler a year ago.  

I was planning the summer of fun with the boys.  A chance to reconnect with them, and spend time with them.  Try to be the kewl mom again, show how fun I can be.  I dyed my hair pink.  Took them to the pool every week, let them be a wizard with Harry Potter.

This year, I have a dad with terminal cancer, who has spent the last 2 months in hospitals and rehab.  Who was released last Tuesday, to be admitted back to the hospital with kidney failure less than 48 hours later.  He got out of the hospital Sunday evening, and again barely less than 48 hours later, he's being admitted for renal failure again.

We had to finally break the news to the boys tonight that he has cancer.  That's why he's been in the hospital so much, and why we'll likely have him in and out of the hospital all summer long.  Maybe it will make them more patient with our having to run around doing errands for my dad and step-mother.  

But we can't hide it any longer.  They need to know.  We need to start preparing Iain for the loss of his Pop. Pop had lunch with him every day for the first 4 years of his life.  And most of the first 3, he spent curled up in Pop's lap.

And now I'm trying to run a business at the same time.  Trying to make money for my family.  Trying to find something to keep me sane in the midst of all this calamity.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Be careful what you post

There's a big hoopla going on in the blogging world amongst the women bloggers about a recent article in the Wall Street Journal, by a female, about how women use conferences as an excuse to get out of the house and party and tie it up in a pretty ribbon, saying it's work.

I know female bloggers.  I know how hard they work. I know they work almost 24/7, interacting with readers, creating relationships with other bloggers and media organizations.

However, the women bloggers do seem to bring this on themselves.  

Have you been on twitter during BlogHer?  For an entire weekend, the twitter-sphere is inundated with bloggers talking about how so and so is feeding them free breakfast and lunch, and dinner. So and so is giving them sodas and food. And don't forget the whole Chris Mann thing, where women were raving like lovesick teenagers over him and he's making a living going to women's conferences to perform for women.

Every company has a hotel suite where there's a party that everyone attends to pick up swag.  They go on and on about all the swag they get.  They even have giveaways after the conference giving away some of the swag they got because it was so much.

While you may make those contacts during the conference.  You network with companies and other bloggers...  YOU make it sound like a 4 day party where you are pampered the whole time.  You make it sound like a party vacation.

I won't pretend to act like men are saints at conferences.  That men don't drink the whole time. That men don't use it as an excuse to get laid. 

BUT, they're not tweeting about being drunk, being wined and dined, partying all weekend.


Wednesday, April 24, 2013


Time is one of those subjective things.  At times time moves so slow you don't think you'll ever get what you're waiting for.  At other times it moves so fast you don't have time to blink before it's gone.

When I was pregnant, time moved so slow.   A nine month pregnancy felt like 2 years.  When I was in labor, time moved even slower.  Since the time the boys were born, time seems to have flown.  It seems only yesterday I was holding and cuddling them all night.  Now they're about to graduate 2nd grade.

When my Mom died, all I could do was lament that I didn't have time with her. I didn't have the time to tell her I loved her.

Now my father is dying.  We were promised anything between 2 months and 5 years.  We knew we didn't have much time, but we had time.  Time for us to say goodbye, make memories, one last trip to Disney, time for the boys to understand what is going on.

On April 1st, my father found out he had Stage 4 Colon and Liver cancer.  He went in for surgery on April 11th.  He's now battling for his life because he caught an infection in the hospital.  In 23 days, we've gone from having forever with my father, to the possibility that any day could be his last.

Where is this time we were promised?  I can't even complain it went by too fast, because we haven't had it!  I'm struggling with how to explain it to my boys who are completely devoted to their grandfather, and he them. I thought we'd have more time for memories, for explanations, for telling each other we love them.  That time is fading fast.

For my father, I'm sure he's thinking time is moving incredibly slowly. He's in so much pain, I'm sure he wants an end to the suffering.  For the rest of us, time is moving way too fast.  He's slipping away too quickly.  I still have tons of things to say before I say goodbye.

If only this could be one of those times when we could slow down time.

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