Chocolate covered...

I have a confession to make. I was a party pooper last night. I have been dealing with a cold for about a week and couldn't muster the strength to stay up past 10:00p.m. My bed and sleep were calling my name. Before my head hit the pillow, my husband and I did enjoy a nice evening out with friends.  During dinner, my husband and our friend started discussing their plans to go to a friend’s house today for the Blackhawks game and football.  My husband mentioned he needed to bring a snack and I volunteer to whip something up.  They were both razzing me that I wouldn't be in the mood to get up and have something ready by 11:30, the time when my husband would be leaving for the party. 

Not that I wanted to prove them wrong, okay I did, but I also saw the opportunity as my gift for the day.  I decided to make chocolate covered pretzels and Ritz crackers with peanut butter.  Not only did I make enough for the party, but I have some left for a neighbor and a friend I wanted to mail cookies to at Christmas, but didn't. 

When my husband came downstairs, I think he was a bit shocked to see wax paper laid out on the counter, a pile of crackers and peanut butter ready to be dipped, a bowl full of pretzels waiting for chocolate to be drizzled and stirred and chocolate melting on the stove.  What I love, but I also find annoying about my hubby, is he jumped right in and started helping.  I often joke with him that he jumps in to help so he can take claim for my gifts!

The main job he took on was sprinkles.  He dug in our cabinet for maize and blue sprinkles so he could have Michigan University themed pretzels!  Even though they didn't

make it to a bowl game, he has been super excited about the announcement of their new head football coach.  He also wanted to make the chocolate red for the Blackhawks, but unfortunately the coloring I had made the chocolate clumpy so we had to nix that idea.

After the pretzels and crackers were dipped and dried I found several leftover tin dishes from Christmas and packaged the treats up beautifully so he could take them to the party. 

Today’s gift was one I could have totally ignored and my husband would have been perfectly fine swinging by the store and buying something prepackaged for the party.  I like giving gifts that are not expected, but appreciated. Sure there were a hundred other things I could have been doing in that hour, but in this new year, I’m focusing on being intentional with my time, especially as it relates to giving back and making a difference. 

Blessing for 2015,

Stephanie

Gifts of a Garden

Several weeks ago my friend sent me a text asking me if I wanted to go on a garden walk.  I immediately said yes as I had never been on a garden walk, surprisingly I had nothing planned and it would be great way to spend time with my friend and Godson.

Before the event, she gave me a booklet which was my ticket. It had stories about each of the gardens we were going to visit.  When I offered to pay for my ticket, she said it was on her.  An unexpected gift!

This past weekend we went on the garden walk and had a great time.  The gardens were beautiful and it gave me many great ideas for my own gardens.  But besides the event the day was filled with unexpected gifts:

   1.   My friend and I spent three hours laughing as we drove around trying to find locations; getting lost and watching my hair continue to expand as the humidity increased. 

   2.      We went to a community garden and I saw two signs that made my heart smile:

a.       Produce Donation Box Here-Thank You For Your Donation To Local Food Pantries

b.      Veggies for Food Pantry-By Master Gardeners

The first unexpected gift was that we laughed and laughed some more with no worries of time or the multiple mistakes we made on finding the locations. The laughing shouldn’t have been so unexpected but I think sometimes as adults we get too serious and don’t spend enough time laughing. 

The next two unexpected gifts were not gifts to me but were gifts community members are doing for those in need.   

I had never thought about donating food from my garden to local food pantries. What a great idea! But then my friend Toni at Food Just Sayin  introduced me to The Food is Free Project. 

The Food is Free Project grows community and food, while helping gain independence from a broken agricultural system.  The Food is Free Project is a community building and gardening movement that launched in January of 2012. They teach you how to connect with your neighbors and line your street with front yard community gardens which provide free harvests to anyone.

The gardens are built and offered for free using salvaged resources that would otherwise be headed to the landfill. By using drought-tolerant, wicking bed gardens, these low maintenance gardens only need to be watered every 2-4 weeks. This simple tool introduces people to a very easy method of growing organic food with very little work. A wide variety of vegetables along the block promote neighbors to interact and connect, strengthening our communities while empowering them to grow their own food.

I love the quote on the The Food is Free website: “Never underestimate your power to inspire and affect your community around you. Even the smallest of acts can really ripple out.” - John VanDeusen Edwards, Founder of The Food is Free Project

The garden walk was organized by ThePorter County Master Gardeners Association (PCMGA) which is a not-for-profit corporation promoting the art, science, education and pleasure of gardening in cooperation with, and under the auspices of, Purdue University Cooperative Extension Service in Porter County, Indiana. I loved to see that they not only hosted events for the community but they are giving back with time, energy and veggies from a garden that they nurture throughout the summer.  Our local food pantries are so lucky to have organizations like PCMGA to support with healthy food.

After the day was over I came home and walked around my yard and looked at the beautiful gifts of vibrant colored flowers God gives to us. My flowers are one of my favorite things in life.  Even though I hate weeding, I love waiting for all of the seasons that produce tulips and daffodils in the spring, lilies and daisies in the summer and mums in the fall. Who knew gardens could be filled with so many gifts?

Do you have a garden?  Are there gifts you can give others from your garden?  If so, I challenge you to see how you can share the fruits of your garden with others. I know I will be sharing some squash!

Blessings,

Stephanie

Ruck to Remember-Memorial Day Weekend

If you have been following me or read any of my prior posts you may have garnered that I have a soft spot for those in law enforcement and in the military.  I was raised in a military family with most being in the Marines.  My father instilled in me at a very young age that you always place your hand over your heart when saying the Pledge of the Allegiance and that when the National Anthem is being sung you stand at attention and eyes on the flag.  


I grew up with a huge flag pole in my front yard and Old Glory flying with a spotlight illuminating her at night.  My husband and I have carried on the tradition and a flag flies in our front yard just as it did when I was younger. 

I sometimes tear up when I hear the National Anthem because I think of the sacrifices men and women in our military have made for my freedom, for your freedom. 

I’m fortunate enough to work for a company, Cisco that allows and even encourages their employees to promote and support causes near and dear to employees. 
 

A fellow co-worker of mine recently sent out an email regarding The Ruck to Remember (60 to 60).  The Ruck to Remember is a mission of remembrance over Memorial weekend as individuals join and become a team of patriots – Rucking / Hiking 60 miles from Harpers Ferry West Virginia through historically revered ground, over rugged terrain, roads and through cities.  The team will descend into Washington DC in the early hours of Memorial Day morning – for a final sunrise ruck over Memorial Bridge into Arlington National Cemetery (section 60).  Wow…I get tears in my eyes just thinking about this journey.

The Team starts and finishes together on a humbling mission - remembering those who have paid the ultimate sacrifice.  Not only does this raise money for a charitable organization but it has a huge visual impact as the entire group ruck their way to DC with Colors and guidons unfolded.  Hundreds of people will ask where they are going and why.  At that moment, if not already aware of the true Memorial weekend meaning, they receive a humbling education and walk away cheering the cause.

Each year the event organizers support a different wounded warrior charity organization.  This year, the charity is the Semper FiFund.  The Semper Fi Fund, a 501(c)(3) nonprofit, and its program are set up to provide immediate financial assistance and lifetime support for injured and critically ill members of the U.S. Armed Forces and their families.  They urgently need resources to post 9/11 service members from the Army, Marine Corps, Navy, Air Force, Coast Guard, and Reserves.  They provide financial, emotional, and tiered support for our injured/ill service members and their families through the following programs: Family Support, Adaptive Housing, Adaptive Transportation, Specialized Equipment, Education and Career Transitioning, Rehabilitative Sports programs, and more.  This charity only has a 6% overhead, 94% of contributions go directly to Vets, and they have an A+ rating.   

 If you feel led to support the event, please go to the following website and make your financial contribution (http://www.crowdrise.com/rucktoremember60to60/fundraiser/chrisbroadway)

God Bless our Military, Veterans and God Bless the United States of America.

Blessings,

Stephanie

Part I: Please Help Honor World War II Veterans

Several years ago as I was boarding a flight from Chicago to Boise, I was stopped in my tracks as I started to walk down the aisle to my seat.  I saw a sea of black hats.  I immediately recognized the hats because my husband has one on his dresser, it was his grandfathers. The hat signifies what war a soldier may have fought in, if they are a veteran and sometimes what branch they served.  I was overwhelmed, wanted to take a picture because it was a beautiful sight, but I didn’t want to offend anyone. I quickly learned I was on an Honor Flight full of World War II Veterans.  They were flying back from Washington D.C. where most were seeing the World War II memorial for the first time.

When we arrived in Boise, the veterans were the last to exit the plane. Many of us on the flight stayed around and welcomed them home, a Hero’s Welcome they never received after the war.  Tears welled up in my eyes and all I could do was clap and smile as one by one they passed by. 

Indy Honor Flight is a non-profit organization created solely to honor Indiana’s veterans for all their sacrifices.  There are similar organizations throughout the country with the same mission: to transport America's Veterans to Washington, D.C. to visit those memorials dedicated to honor their sacrifices. Currently, the top priority is given to the senior veterans-World War II survivors, along with those veterans who may be terminally ill. 

“Of all of the wars in recent memory, it was World War II that truly threatened our very existence as a nation- and as a culturally diverse, free society. Now, with over 700-900 World War II veterans dying each day, our time to express our thanks to these brave men and women is running out.” Indy Honor Flight

Several weeks ago a fellow colleague sent out an email asking for support in writing letters to veterans that will be going on an upcoming honor flight.  I knew this was an opportunity to give and hopefully get others involved.  This is TOP SECRET!  The Veterans on the flight don’t know it, but each Veteran will receive 10 or more pieces of mail.  The emotions that “mail call” raises are a testimony to the character of these men and women and how much these small acts of kindness mean to them. 

My Cisco colleagues, Vic Minatel, accompanied his uncle on an Honor Flight trip last September and stated, “During the war, mail call was a great day! It was a day that raised their spirits.  Mail call during the honor flight is a total surprise and they were humbled and very grateful for all of the letters. The veterans are humbled by the outpouring of support that is shown to them by friends, family and strangers.”

If you are reading this blog, you have freedoms that were fought for by the men in World War II and other wars. 

Please take a couple of minutes of your time to write a letter to say, THANK YOU!

Deadline for letters: March 28^th (if you miss this deadline, there is another flight in May)

·       Please address your letter to: Dear Veteran

·       Do not date your letter

·       Example signatures: Stephanie, Mrs. Jones or simply A Grateful American

Please mail cards and letters to:

Indy Honor Flight

c/o Mail Call

9093 S SR 39

Moorseville,IN 46158

The schedule has the veterans returning home to Indianapolis on April 5^th and another flight returning home on May 10th.  Again, I would encourage all of you to take a few minutes and jot a couple of notes to our Veterans who will be on the flight thanking them for their service and sacrifice that allows us to enjoy our enduring freedoms and liberties.   

“We can’t all be heroes, some of us need to stand on the curb and clap as they go by”

–Will Rogers

Thank you to Vic Mantel and Indy Honor Flight for pictures and information on the Indy Honor Flight experience. To learn more about Indy Honor Flight check out their website at www.indyhonorflights.org

Have you done this before?

I’m a bit embarrassed by this gift. Not at the gift itself but more so that I didn’t do more.  Today as my husband and I were pulling into Costco we noticed a man standing at the entrance to the parking lot. He was scruffy looking and holding a sign I couldn’t read.  I commented to my husband that I had seen him there before and that was the end of our conversation.

By the time we parked, got our cart, toured the isles looking at a bunch of stuff we didn’t need, filling our cart with the essentials such as Kleenex’s, paper towels, trail mix, etc the man asking for money on the side of the road slipped my mind.

I don’t call him homeless because I’m not sure of his situation. He may have a home but needs money for food. He may not need money but still trying to collect it from those passing by. I don’t know his story and at the end of the day does it really matter?

Fast forward through check-out, unloading the cart into the car and now we are pulling out.  We are several cars back and I see the man still standing on the side of the road with his sign.  He is standing on my side so in just a few seconds I have a decision to make.

I’m embarrassed to admit this, but if you’re honest with yourself you have probably done the same thing.  I know in the past I have looked the other way.  We justify if we don’t look we don’t see the person.  Today, I’m going to admit as we were approaching the man the thought crossed my mind that it would be easier to turn my head, act like I’m in conversation with my husband and just ignore him.  But this time, I couldn’t do it. 

As we approached I looked the man in the eyes, nodded my head, gave a simple smile and a slight raise of the hand.  I acknowledged him.  And you know what happened? He smiled back and waved. We had made a connection.

Whenever I see someone on the side of the road I often struggle on how to help them and sometimes judge if they really need help. The judgment on my part is wrong, because it doesn’t matter.   Even though I’m embarrassed that I didn’t do more, I feel what I did may have been greater than giving him money. It may have been harder to look him in the eye and smile.  And for some reason I feel like for him maybe that is what he needed today on the side of the road, just a smile from a stranger.

I’m interested to hear if anyone else has struggled with this issue in the past.  I hope the next time you pass a stranger on the side of the road you will at least smile.

Have a blessed week!

Stephanie