I’ve never been one for formal. Or suits. I’m still not quite sure what fork to use at fancy events. I detest having to wear heels. I feel a bit awkward around a bunch of strangers who think (and probably are right) they are smarter than me. That being said, the legal field was probably not the best place for me! My first suit was purchased my senior year in college. From Pinky’s (think, Forever 21). My suits since there were from the same kind of discount stores or Target. Not that there’s anything wrong with them, but they’re not quite “power” suits. I didn’t get one of those until my second year in law school, when Katie and I had one of our ADR competitions. I was surprised at how much of a difference it made, even if it was just to me personally. I felt more comfortable, like my fellow law students and attorneys weren’t judging me for wearing a $40 suit.
The work of Common Hope is based on personal relationships with people. We work with sponsored children, their families, and the communities in which they live. We believe it is especially important to work with the entire family, because a child cannot be healthy unless his or her family is healthy.
Our work is comprehensive and holistic. In everything we do, we strive to support families in their struggle for independence and dignity.
Our programs are carefully and thoughtfully developed in response to the expressed needs of the financially poor. We try to do only that which people cannot do for themselves.
Each program falls under one of these four areas: Education, Family Development, Health Care, or Housing.
I know not all of us are in a financial position to sponsor a child every month, but there are other ways you can help:
- Make a one time donation
- Visit Guatemala
- Collect supplies
- Host a party to spread the word
Many of you have probably already seen the link through my Facebook, but I couldn’t help but share it through here.
So there I am, driving in the far right lane, minding my own business, driving at a reasonable speed (obviously). I get closer to an intersection, green light, keep my foot on the peddle, and notice there’s NO ONE AROUND ME. As I’m about to cross into the intersection, I see a car inching towards the intersection, it’s about to make a right hand turn into my direction of traffic. And here’s the thing, if you can make that turn before I get to you, by all means. Especially considering the two lanes to my left are COMPLETELY EMPTY. So yeah, make your right turn, just make sure you go over a couple lanes. If out of three lanes you can turn into, two of them are void of oncoming traffic, why on EARTH would you turn into THE ONE lane that has oncoming traffic?? Why?!
I was having a conversation with a good friend the other day. A quite important conversation, actually. A conversation about ice cream. Do you guys remember when ice cream trucks came around regularly to neighborhoods? When kids actually played outside, so it was profitable to have an ice cream truck? When you would get all giddy and excited when you heard the music, would run inside the house and beeeeeeeeeeg your mom for a couple bucks (price depends on how old you are…) for an ice cream?
And then…the choices, the decision you had to make was monumental! I wasn’t often able to buy ice cream, so when I did, I had to make sure I picked the right one. You could stand in front of that ice cream truck for hours, if you didn’t feel that he would drive away in two seconds if you didn’t make up your mind. Ninja turtles, red, white and bluc space shuttles, Flintstone pops, big pops, chocolate covered vanilla ice cream cones. These were the decisions that mattered in life. Personally, I knew I could always count on Mr. Pink Panther and his gum ball eyes.
It’s funny that back then, those decisions seemed as monumental to us as our critical decisions now, at least in the eyes of a seven year old. I just wish all my choices were laid out before me, and all I have to do is point and pick!
Fresh ground coffee. MmmmmMmmm. Aside from the smell of fresh cut wood, dirt after it just started raining, and maybe Guatemalan smog (not kidding), this is one of my favorite smells. I guess more specifically, fresh ground “quality” coffee. I’ve been drinking coffee probably since I was a baby. Brooke and Jeff can tell you that I’m not usually a coffee snob. As long as I have a pound of creamer and sugar in it, I could care less what the actual coffee tastes like. BUT, that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy a good cup of coffee much more than a mediocre one.
Jeff and I had the pleasure of being visited these past few weeks by a good friend from Guatemala, Isabel. Being as amazing as she is, she brought us one of our favorite things: fresh whole bean coffee from Guat. (Our other favorite things from Guatemala: champurradas and black beans). Um, I honestly think this coffee just turned me into a coffee snob. It was ridiculously delicious. I could instantly tell the difference when we ran out of it and we had to go back to our store bought ground coffee. Such sadness of heart.
I was excited about the prospect of purchasing this delicious coffee online, since the label had a website on it. And yes, they actually do sell it online. And it’s actually reasonably priced (roughly ten bucks for a little less than a pound), but as with all things you buy online that are reasonably charged, the shipping charges are ridiculous. So here’s what I’m thinking: let me know who’s interested in getting some, we can pool our money together and just pay for one big lump sum shipping charge!
The Secretary General of the UN has chosen a successor for Carlos Castresana, who up until recently was the Commissioner for the CICIG. Mr. Francisco Dalle Anese Ruiz is currently the Attorney General in Costa Rica. I haven’t read much on the appointment yet, but I hope Mr. Ruiz will try to work some miracles in Guatemala.
Came across this through a friend who said he was reminded of it by the title of this little blog of yours.