Protip: always have a headlamp at the ready.

Protip: always have a headlamp at the ready.

Since the ice-bucket challenge began:
There have been 250,000+ new donors (in addition to existing donors).
Many people I have talked to have donated in addition to partaking in the ice-bucketing, because people generally understand that just pouring ice over your head doesn’t actually do much.
Between 29 July and 17 August 2014 (today), the challenge has brought in $13.3 million (as opposed to $1.7 million during the same period last year).
For people who have trouble with math, that’s a 682% increase in donations from last year.
I get that it’s expected for surges in donations like this to eventually fizzle out, leaving organizations having to scramble to find funding to sustain their day-to-day work (e.g., natural disaster relief). That said, money is money, and I’m sure ALSA doesn’t care much right now how temporary this influx of funding is — it’s still money, and there’s a lot of it. That’s a wonderful thing for them, and it will do a lot of good, even if that good is only temporary.
You can criticize slacktivism all you want, but you can’t deny that this “Facebook fad” is actually achieving the desired result.
PS — If you happen to be donating for the ice bucket challenge, please consider donating to my momma’s fundraising effort! She’s partaking in the Long Island Walk to Defeat ALS in support of a family member, and she also happened to be pretty pivotal to my success when I was fundraising for Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center for the NYC Marathon a few years back. :)

Since the ice-bucket challenge began:

  • There have been 250,000+ new donors (in addition to existing donors).
  • Many people I have talked to have donated in addition to partaking in the ice-bucketing, because people generally understand that just pouring ice over your head doesn’t actually do much.
  • Between 29 July and 17 August 2014 (today), the challenge has brought in $13.3 million (as opposed to $1.7 million during the same period last year).
  • For people who have trouble with math, that’s a 682% increase in donations from last year.

I get that it’s expected for surges in donations like this to eventually fizzle out, leaving organizations having to scramble to find funding to sustain their day-to-day work (e.g., natural disaster relief). That said, money is money, and I’m sure ALSA doesn’t care much right now how temporary this influx of funding is — it’s still money, and there’s a lot of it. That’s a wonderful thing for them, and it will do a lot of good, even if that good is only temporary.

You can criticize slacktivism all you want, but you can’t deny that this “Facebook fad” is actually achieving the desired result.

PS — If you happen to be donating for the ice bucket challenge, please consider donating to my momma’s fundraising effort! She’s partaking in the Long Island Walk to Defeat ALS in support of a family member, and she also happened to be pretty pivotal to my success when I was fundraising for Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center for the NYC Marathon a few years back. :)

Bless.

Bless.

(Source: twitter.com)

On the plus side:

  • 1 out of 2 planned summits ain’t bad
  • new county high point! (Bridger Peak, 9,255’ — Rich County high point)
  • listening to Harry Potter theories from first-timers
  • brainstorming an anal beads competition (shhhh)
  • Chips Ahoy! Blizzard
  • a day spent with the highest quality humans
  • coming home to postal love

You live and [you destroy your lulus] and you learn. Sigh.

Today: lazing in my new Wonder Woman unders, eating grilled cheese for breakfast, drinking as much water as I can cram into my person, and reading. Because apparently I am still unwell. Double sigh.

livebetterandlaugh:

If it involves mountains, breakfast food, coffee or campfires- I’m in. 

ohgoodgracious:

I Scream

Fun Brenna fact: When I was a kid, we would have a weekly supper at my grandparents’ house, and dessert was always ice cream. My grandma had the fancy chocolate shell coating and always had a Costco-sized container of rainbow sprinkles on hand, too.
One day, when putting toppings on my ice cream, my grandma stopped what she was doing and asked me, “Brenna, would you like some ice cream to go with your sprinkles…?”
If you can still see ice cream, you should add more sprinkles.

ohgoodgracious:

I Scream

Fun Brenna fact: When I was a kid, we would have a weekly supper at my grandparents’ house, and dessert was always ice cream. My grandma had the fancy chocolate shell coating and always had a Costco-sized container of rainbow sprinkles on hand, too.

One day, when putting toppings on my ice cream, my grandma stopped what she was doing and asked me, “Brenna, would you like some ice cream to go with your sprinkles…?”

If you can still see ice cream, you should add more sprinkles.

Aforementioned lime bars.
Despite I the fact that I slept 13 hours (through the afternoon and the night), thereby prohibiting me from restocking my pantry and baking essentials as I had planned on doing yesterday, I still managed to grant the going-awayer's wish of “citrusy, light, and summery.”
I think I did pretty okay for myself this morning, especially given time and ingredient limitations.

Aforementioned lime bars.

Despite I the fact that I slept 13 hours (through the afternoon and the night), thereby prohibiting me from restocking my pantry and baking essentials as I had planned on doing yesterday, I still managed to grant the going-awayer's wish of “citrusy, light, and summery.”

I think I did pretty okay for myself this morning, especially given time and ingredient limitations.

Favorite Friday

I find myself awake early enough to do this again! YAY!

4 of my favorite things this week:

  1. No mono! And while we still have no idea what exactly is wrong with me (I know, I know — “everything”), my PCP has deduced that it is likely some perfect storm of (1) a nasty virus, (2) asthma, (3) the fact that I am literally allergic to the world. She handed me her otoscope, dragged me in front of a mirror, and had me look up my own nose. She told me that I was really congested and my tissue was quite inflamed, but as I had nothing to compare it to (and I’m obviously not a doctor), I didn’t really understand what she was trying to show me. “Okay, come here. Look up my nose. See how smooth everything is compared to yours?” Indeed, the inside of her nostrils were perfectly smooth tunnels, while mine were bumpy, puffy, and just generally gross. She said that other than the inflammation, my sinuses are healthy, so it was probably an allergic reaction to something. It’s also likely the cause of my severe eye strain and headaches. Who knew? She also had me feel her lymph nodes so I could understand what a normal, reactionary lymph node feels like. “Nothing is ever easy with you.” I really like her. She’s patient, hands-on, informative, and kind. A+ PCP. Anyway, a cocktail of nasal decongestants, ibuprofen, lots of fluids, and lots of rest has me feeling better, but still not quite well.
  2. Wedding! It was fun and super cute. I told the bride she looked like a princess (she did), and she responded with, “You look so pretty, too! I’ve never seen you out of your mountain clothes.” Sad truth, y’all. Also, Anders was in the wedding party, so he had to wear a tuxedo. We will never look as pretty ever again.imageAlso also, I’m pretty sure this is the most we have ever touched. A few of us went out to eat after (Utah weddings are weird — just finger food [none of which I could eat!] and cake), and the waiter told us we were dressed too fancy and had to leave. I assured him that we would spill food all over ourselves for good measure.
  3. Mountain girl gang reunited at last! In a kitchen (because I am pathetic), but still. I brought over a gallon of ice cream, we made cookies (Jess let me have the beater), E became an honorary member, Jamie recounted hilarious dating woes, and Jess played with my hair. It was a good night. imageimage

  4. I got a stand-up desk at work! The timing probably isn’t great (again, pathetic human), but I love it. I worked standing for ~7/8 hours yesterday. Possibly as a result, I laid down to take a nap when I got home at about 4:30, and I woke up at 10:30. Then I just “went to sleep.” Rocking the 13-hours-of-sleep attitude today.image


3 of my favorite Tumblrs this week:

  • easybeinggreene — Does she even post anymore? Whatever, she takes care of me. She is the best.
  • ironphenix — For always checking up on me. Also the best.
  • learningthingsisfun — For a beautiful, introspective post and for being a beautiful, introspective human. Triple best.

2 of my favorite songs this week:

1 of my favorite inspirations this week:

  • my-life—in-a-nutshell​ — For an awesome tri and for making me salivate over frozen treats. (I can be inspired to buy an ice cream maker, right…?)

Now I must dust my lime bars with powdered sugar and scurry off to work. Adieu!

30 Ways to Practice Self-Love and Be Good to Yourself

I know stuff like these things might seem like contrived malarkey, but this is actually really great list. I practice a lot of these items myself, and I have urged people that I love to do the same on a fairly regular basis.

While the thought of tackling all of these items may seem overwhelming (especially at first), being mindful of even just one thing on this list and trying your best to accomplish it consistently will help you to improve your self-perception and self-love leaps and bounds.

Progress might not be visible on a daily basis, but as with any physical exercise regimen, after a few months of these mental exercises, you will look in the mirror and see a transformed person, and you will wonder where he or she came from. Pinky promise.

I only get this dressed up for work when I happen to have a wedding to attend afterward. (Who gets married on a Tuesday?!)

I am going back to my PCP today, too, because I still feel like my eyeballs and forehead are going to explode out of my face. Actually, the only symptom that I no longer have is the fever. Clearly it wasn’t a bacterial infection. Ugh.

I would rather skip it all and lay around in bed listening to the last few chapters of Half-Blood Prince, but that’s life, I suppose. *cue The Rolling Stones*

At least I’m wearing a pretty dress.