I Like Bobbies, But Not Today

Note: This blog was written on Sunday, June 1, 2008.

Sleep... It is one precious little thing that I can't seem to get enough of. Generally, it is the holy grail to which I seek on a daily basis. And when weekends come, I seek refuge from the tiredness of the workweek and steal some sought-after Z's by sleeping in. Like the shitty economy we're in, I try to gain ground on this whole sleep deficit on the weekends by sleeping in as much as possible.

But on this Sunday morning, I got woken up at freaking 0730 in the morning! No, it wasn't because I had forgotten to turn off the alarm clock. And no, it wasn't because I had a nightmare. And definitely no, I didn't have a hung over woman wake up next to me and hurriedly get dressed to bail out. What woke me up from my deep slumber were loud motorcycles revving up their engines. And cars honking. And lots of women cheering and hooting.

Repeatedly.

I looked out the window, and saw a bunch of women wearing pink walking by my building on the sidewalk. Thinking it would end soon, I tried to go back to sleep. But more motorcycles and more honking and more hollering continued. It was so loud that I simply couldn't go back to sleep.

I decided to get online, and guess what? Apparently the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer was happening. Great! I typically support events like this, especially when it is for a great cause, for because I love boobies too. I don't want anybody being forced into cutting such mammary wonders off to save their lives. So yeah, I support such causes.

But dammit! Not today! The damn booby walk woke me up. And it made me cranky. So for 2008, I'll claim to enjoy boobies for 364 days, with June 1st as the exception for the year...

Damn boobies...

Anonymous My Ass!

So a couple weeks ago, I got an email from my friend Holly telling me thanks for supporting her on hiking for a charitable cause. I wrote her back, asking what she was talking about. It turned out that apparently, many, many months ago, I had donated money for her cause. And I simply forgot about it.

Well, that little email exchange opened my eyes a little. I have always donated my money to causes I deem worthy, especially when my friends are fundraising while doing something good for themselves like a run, hike, bike, et cetera. And I have always donated my money anonymously.

Well, unbeknownst to me, when you donate money anonymously, you are really just keeping yourself anonymous from other potential donors, not a hundred percent anonymous as in the recipient not knowing who I was. That made me feel a little bit disappointed, because I never want people to know who gave how much to whom, you know?

I guess I'm just a little bit disappointed that anonymous donations aren't really anonymous. Oh well... In the end, I'm still supporting a good cause by proxy. Through several contributions I have made over the years, I don't feel so guilty for not running major races like the Chicago Marathon for charity. And I plan on continuing to support worthy causes my friends choose to partake in.