Sunday, February 7, 2010

Life Lesson #9: Fair food.

There is a reason the fair only comes once a year. Can you imagine being able to eat like that all the time?

On Saturday, some favorites and I headed out to the Hoggetowne Medieval Faire. I know what you're all thinking... I'm the coolest kid you know. I get that all the time. Not to make you more jealous, but this was my third year in a row. I should probably be dressing up and using "ye" at this point. I'll work on that.

I can't think of a better place to people watch than a medieval fair. These are the most amazing people you'll ever see. They dance, they delight, they dig in! Finally, after back-to-back despair of not being able to get my turkey leg (how can the fair sell out of turkey legs?!), I finally got my wish. It was magnificent. I think the fact that the leg is as big as my head and literally drips grease makes it better. Especially when washed down with about five pounds of curly frys and home-brewed soda. Yeah, it's my fattest day of the year. What about it?

Maybe this was animal cruelty, but I followed my feast with a camel ride. Last year, the elephant got its chance. This year, the camel just shined. Which is good because the carny-camel-handler was not my number one fan. Who actually holds on during a camel ride, sir? Really? It's much better to squeal and wave and pretend like you're riding a rollercoaster. Duh.

Which brings me to the life lesson part:
1) You know you want the funnel cake. Just do it. How often is funnel cake an option? Exactly. So do it.
2) The five year olds in line to ride the exotic animal have it right. Bragging rights straight ahead.
3) Sometimes you just can't follow all the rules, even if that means being the brunt of some very bitter remarks from the animal handler. Maybe I wouldn't be super peppy if I had to lead a camel in a circle all day, either.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Real need.

Forewarning: This post is a departure from my typical, lighthearted blog. It's a plea.

As I read the constant updates coming out of Haiti my gut twists into a giant, aching knot. I know I'm not alone. The world is full of people asking what can they do. I feel like such a tiny little speck, but even this speck can try to help. And this speck wants you to try, too.

In church yesterday my pastor mentioned the tens of thousands of children that became orphans with that one sweeping gesture. Not only must they face their scariest days without the guiding hand we tend to think will always be there, but they do so with a frightening degree of vulnerability.

The Haitian government suspects child traffickers are taking these Haitian orphans out of the country for their own perverse use. And the knot twists again.

The United States government has issued humanitarian parole (it temporarily grants otherwise inadmissable aliens into the U.S. due to a compelling emergency) for a few hundred orphans that were already matched with adoptive parents prior to the earthquake. We can take more. Much more.

Below is a link to learn more about the situation and people that can do something about that. Let these contacts from Florida know that we need to continue to grant humanitarian parole. We need to protect these children. We need to do our part.

George LeMieux
(202) 224-3041

Cliff Stearns
(202) 225-5744

Bill Nelson
(202) 224-5274

Corrine Brown
(202) 225-0123