Category Archives: Fundraising

Fundraising/not being a dingbat.

So, I am walk/running this half-marathon on Sunday and when I signed up, I said I would fundraise for UNICEF.

Then left went to crap for a while and I totally forgot about it.

Until now

I have raised $0. I will donate some money myself, but if ANYONE can spare a few dollars to help children in need, please please please do. Please.

Thank you and good night.

Next steps.

#100BM Day 26

Those of you who followed my Under the Line challenge earlier this spring might remember that I was going to try to volunteer in the area of povery, nutrition, or food security.

Today, finally, I attended a volunteer session (earlier ones were booked up) at the Ottawa Food Bank to find out more about what I could do.

Unfortunately, almost all of their opportunities are on weekdays from 9-4, so it might be tricky to help at their office/warehouse, which is disappointing. However, they can help me find affiliate organizations in the city for whom I might be able to do helpful things. So that’s something.

And I am going to get myself on the list for Community Harvest. Maybe the odd afternoon of farm work would do some good.

Mirrors.

As I sit on my back porch, drinking my second beer of the day which exceeded yesterday’s daily budget ($2.10 pint can of Grolsch – sale!), I should be reflecting on what I’ve learned this week, and yep, I’m thinking about money and food some more.

Oh, and listening to (horny?) squirrels scream at each other, as they are wont to do in in my backyard.* Read More →

Planning.

We’re not quite done, but here are some things I’ve learned this week: Read More →

Fusion cuisine.

Just when I’m feeling okay (a more substantial meal last night helped greatly), I go over some of my math for the week and realise that I am not. I have accounted for more sugar than I paid for at the beginning of the week. I should be out of oats by now (I think – though, I am close and panicking).

So between my food-deprived brain, useless scale, and being almost 20 years from my last math class, all numbers are approximate. I guarantee, though, that I have not gone over a daily budget. Read More →

The Byrds.

I’m getting bored with myself, and my food. Another lame night’s sleep, though this time it was largely Hamish’s fault; he decided that the food I gave him last night wasn’t good enough, so started his breakfast campaign at 12:30am.

Seriously. What the hell, cat.
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Stodge.

I definitely ate less than I could/should have yesterday, but my paranoia over my meagre stock of food disappearing is really very strong. I went to be a little after 10 last night and woke up every couple of hours, including after dreams about running out of rice before week’s end. Read More →

Envy.

At the end of day one, or, at least, near its end, I am exhausted, hungry, resentful of people, strangers, whose Live Below the Line budget somehow stretched to eggs or peanut butter (most of those people are pooling resources, I imagine), and finally eating supper.

This was not an easy day. Read More →

Nutrimat-made ATS.

I feed my cat slightly snooty food. Not handmade by local artisans, but not the stuff that regularly goes on sale for 3/$1 and is made of ‘meat by-products’ (muskrat tails?) and woodchips (probably). It means that, this week, I will be spending more on Hamish than on myself. Read More →

Motown.

I’m going to be fighting with temptations all of next week. I drank half a bottle of wine last night so that it wouldn’t be there, taunting me into attempting to drink my blues away. There is free coffee, and popcorn, at work. Oh, and my cupboards are full of food (though the fridge is not in great shape). Read More →