SO, SERIOUSLY... WHAT IS THIS REALLY ALL ABOUT ?
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You are invited to join me as I wear red shoes every day of 2010. I'm really fond of the color red, (which, incidentally is the world wide color symbalizing an emergency) & I am over the moon about shoes, so one day I decided to combine a need w/a love to make a difference somehow in the world. I wanted to help children in need. Thus, my idea for Red Shoes for Rwanda was born. I'm taking pledges, (like a walk-a-thon). Every day I wear red shoes this year, you donate "X" amount of $'s to help out Rwandan Children who have been orphaned, affected by HIV/AIDS &/or Genocide. Every bit helps! 100% off ALL donations collected will be donated to World Vision International, specifically for RWANDA. Together we can make a difference and have fun doing it, but it has to start with doing SOMETHING. I CHOSE TO WEAR RED.

I have committed to wear red shoes, (and ONLY red shoes) every day for the entire year of 2010 in order to raise monies for underprivledged children in Rwanda. Please consider following me along this journey, by making a pledge to support this campaign and to make a difference. It all just starts with one red shoed step...

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Swapped My Shoes for Hospital Reg. Non-Skid Socks


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RED SHOES FOR RWANDA BLOG LINK






Hi! So, yes, I do realize it has been, ah-hem..."awhile".

First of all, I would like to thank all of you who sent in your end of the year RSFR pledges, and thank you to everyone who has sent in notes/emails/letters saying they will send in the rest of their pledge if and when they can. I have kept every single card, note or letter from all of you this past year. Your encouraging me to hang in there and to keep wearing red shoes through 2010 helped me along this journey.

Secondly, I would like to apologize for not keeping up on my blog as I had set out with the intent of doing when starting RSFR in January of 2010. Sometimes life throws us curve balls, and we can't always catch them. I feel like I had a few of those thrown my way this past year, but life is good! I am pleased with the amount of money we all raised to send in to World Vision to help Rwandan Children in need.

I had not planned on a cross country move when I started my red shoe charity venture, and that most definitely put a crimp on my shoe sale plans. I had wanted to have all of the shoes we purchased at cheap/discounted prices, (or those that were gifted to me or sent in as a donation) to sell for profit by being photographed & listed on either eBay or Craigslist by the end of December. Well, due to packing/storage room, I had to leave most of the shoes in Washington, unable to take them to California. (Trust me...I tried, but at Christmas time we were returning home from WA with gifts, two kids, two dogs, one cat, a hamster & luggage and there was just not one inch of space left for red shoes!)  So, we are driving back to Washington for a week (leaving tomorrow) and I will be listing them all for sale in/on one venue or another and packing them up and bringing them "home" to California with me. If they do not sell, my husband has offered to put up a donation for the shoes to send in to World Vision as another gift, and then I will donate them to another charity...two good deeds in one fell swoop, and a nice big ADIOS to this pile of red footwear once and for all!
NOTE:If, over the course of the past year you have seen any red shoes on the blog that you are interested in owning, please contact me and let me know. I wear a size 8.5-9 medium, and I am willing to set shoes aside for serious potential buyers, or even to put them on a "lay-away" plan for you! :)

I have learned LOTS this past year and through this venture. I am sick of red shoes, but don't hate them. In fact, there are a few pair I will keep forever to shoe my (hopefully) grand kids someday!
I learned that I can do pretty much anything I set my mind towards doing. I learned that even the best laid plans can blow up in your face. I learned that part of why I wanted to do this project was a bit of selfish contrition that I needed to release and let go of and realize that I can not pay for past screw ups I have made for the rest of my life, especially not like this. God is a God of forgiveness, and I have learned that I have been released, and it is a freedom that was not found through wearing shoes for charity.

Between our move to California, home schooling my son, my daughter leaving for college, (and then deciding to do her second semester in Thailand) I had too much on my plate and mind. I was also concerned for the security and health of my parents and their move West. My body was not reacting well to the stress and I began experiencing over-whelming pangs of anxiety this past winter. I saw a doctor and was put on several medications. These medications did not help, but in fact made symptoms much worse. I was feeling confused, disoriented, and more anxious than ever. I could not drive, teach or remember even the most simple instructions. To make a very long and personal story short, I was admitted to the ER in January.
The combination of medication and amounts of them that I had been prescribed was apparently very dangerous and my body was not reacting well. I was told it would be wise to admit myself to the hospital to be watched closely (there was talk and concern of seizures or even death) and that is what my husband and I thought was best. So I was in the hospital for four days and as a patient, demanded that some changes be made, starting with my refusing to take anymore of these drugs. It was one of the scariest things I have ever experienced in my life, since stopping them "cold turkey" was dangerous in itself, and the withdrawl symptoms were incredibly painful. But, within 48 hours I felt like what I imagine coming out of a coma must feel like. First article of business: FIRE my doctor. More than two other doctors said they had never seen anything like this, and thank God I was okay. I did not speak of this or blog about any of this in January, because by then my daughter was over sea's and I did not want to warrant unnecessary worries or concerns on my behalf. I do want to thank all of those who held me up in their prayers and thoughts during this time. I have been seeing a therapist who is helping me work through some of my anxiety issues. Letting my child leave for school and a move on top of that just proved to be a bit too much stress for me to handle on my own. Ironically, my daughter is doing exactly what I hoped she would do. She is giving her time and talents to those in need in Thailand. She is helping the developmentally disabled learn how to express themselves through theater arts. Seeing her leave the nest tempted me to clip her wings, but she was made to fly and  I am happy to have learned more skills on how best to handle my stressors . I am learning I can't do everything for everyone or be everything to everyone. I am reminded daily that God is in control.  Amazingly, the earth has not fell off of its' axis, either. :)  (Weird!) One of my final steps in wrapping up my medical issues is to see a neurologist to make sure that everything is okay as I am still having a lot of short term memory loss.

 I am going to see a neurologist to make sure that everything is okay as I am still having a lot of short term memory loss.  LOL!!  :)  II know I wrote that twice, I'm kidding!)  No, seriously, any prayers on my brains behalf would be appreciated and I am hoping there has not been any long term damage sustained.


Well, with all of that being "said", I wanted to show off the picture of the check to World Vision, and some of the other thank you notes and pictures that I have not posted yet. In my head I have tallied up the final amount that I would love to see be sent in to World Vision (after the shoe sale, and when others have sent the remainder of their pledges in), and I hope the figure to be around the $4000-4500.00 mark. We shall see what the rest of the new year brings! It is not to late to donate more if you feel led, and if anything, this project sparked a new passion between my husband and myself...an ultimate goal of setting up a non-profit organization and sponsorship for a orphanage....someday, somewhere. Oooooooh la la! It makes me so excited at the possiblities! Hmmmm......Blue Shoes for Bosnia?  Yellow shoes for Yemen?..... Who knows!?!

Blessings to you and yours and best wishes in 2011.

Humbly Yours,
Sheridan ~


Letter to World Vision International. I was in the hospital, so my husband actually typed this up (with my approval) and mailed this in for me. Thanks honey!


CHECK TO WORLD VISION!
WORLD VISION RESPONSE LETTER AND RECEIPT



ANOTHER NOTE FROM WORLD VISION REP. IN BAY AREA, CA

WORLD VISION LETTER RECEIVED AFTER ARTICLE WAS PUBLISHED


FRONT COVER OF WINTER 2010 MAGAZINE
WORLD VISION MAGAZINE ARTICLE
THANK YOU! XXOO


NOW JUST FOR FUN:
RED SHOE PHOTO'S I HAVE COLLECTED AND GLUED INTO MY JOURNAL THIS PAST YEAR (FOUND FROM MAGAZINES, LETTERS & VARIOUS SOURCES) ENJOY!


my journal from my hubby! :)

I thought to myself: "This picture and this woman would look complete & so fabulous if she had red shoes on"...I look to the right of the picture where her feet are propped up and TA-DA!!!! Smart Girl! :)

These "duck" shoes would be perfect for Quilcene, but at $300 a pop, I don't think so :)


This little girl reminded me of my own little Cecily playing dress up with her mama's shoes!


One of my favorite looks.


Some perfect fitting note cards I picked up at Barnes and Noble!

I adore this picture!


One of our promotional cards.

A sweet note from my mama.

Promo Card.

Another Promo Post Card sent out.

My hand sanitizer of choice from Bath and Body Works! I bought several to stock up! :)

Pop up shoe book found in Sonoma, CA.

I love the calenders my daughters boyfriend gives me for Christmas! Perfect!

A sweet red retro bracelet that my Darling Hubby bought me as a gift in Sonoma, CA.
It says, "Love Conquers All"....how true, how true.


CECILY LEAVING FOR THAILAND:





One Last Late Night Airport Hug~


The shoes I wear nowdays are a mix of fun and colors, but I won't ever give up red forever!
Every time I see a red shoe it reminds me of my journey through 2010 and how we made an impact on some childs life in Rwanda. God Bless You!
Love, Sheridan~

Friday, December 10, 2010

Yanked Out the Old File of Christmas Cards.....

And Found the crazy afore-mentioned one I told you about. It really is the perfect afternoon art project if you are the type who has the sense of humor my friends and I do. (or don't, whatever....I just love using glue).

Enjoy, and Happy Friday! Remember we are STILL doing RED SHOED FRIDAYS for SUPPORT!
Everyone who has EVER sent in a photo of themselves wearing red shoes on Friday in support of the RSFR project will be getting a little commemorative something sent to them in January.
Love and Red Shoed Kisses to You and Yours!
xxoo
Sheri~~~

THE PERFECT FAMILY FROM THE SPIEGEL OR MONTGOMERY WARDS (OR WHATEVER CATALOG) PHOTOGRAPH:



THE ACTUALLY REAL "PERFECT" FAMILY FROM MY KITCHEN TABLE TO YOURS PHOTOGRAPH:



Feels like a partial Holiday Letter Going out early...

...But it isn't. I just have not made/had time for blogging for several weeks. I really hope this doesn't read like one of those Happy Happy Jolly Jolly edited life letters that folks seem compelled to mail out annually. Some are brilliant, warm and cherished, some smell like rythmes with shmoop, because you know that they have taken out all of the mundane crap of daily life & only told you about their straight A+ Disneyworld, promotion,augmentated, shrouded in some way lives. I guess that is what makes a Christmas Letter so hilarious though. We even like to make popcorn and save them up for a night of it! (Oh, c'mon I'm just kidding! (sort of!).  One year I was so overwhelmed with my daughters classes and son being in the terrible two stage, I just tore out a picture of a family from the Spiegel catalog that looked,well....Perfect. Perfect, pristine, and ridiculous. Then I punched out the faces of the little boy, sweet daughter, husband and calm wife who looked like she had bought and wrapped her gifts back in August and taped our smiley, funny, normal ass life faces into where the holes of theirs had been. There. A little elmers glue, sprawled across the bottom, "From our Perfect Family to Yours" and we were good to go. Seriously. I should dig up that photo. These stepford kids are sitting on a cream colored chenile devan with CARAMELED APPLES. It is truly absurd, yet I remember somewhere in my head thinking if we could be like this family, life could be perfect. Man have I grown up a bit!!!! I am thinking of doing something similar this year. I saw a photo of two teen-agers and some parents on a new Has-bro game that looked like our faces a decade and a half from the last one that we could fit into.  Humpf.

So, since we have "chatted" last, I have done quite a bit of traveling. My son and I decided to fly to Montana to help my parents wrap up everything they pretty much own into a truck and closed down the house that I lived a brief part of my child hood in, but that my father built with his own two hands and said goodbye to over twenty-five years of sticks and stones and stuff that broke some bones and fields and shelves and ladders and trees and and rusty things that did hurt me. My parents are heading out on an adventure. Guess where to? My house. Yep. Weird, weird, weird. They finally decide to move after we are moved to California. They are staying at our house in Washington while looking for the perfect castle of their own in which to live out the latter years of their lives. It all sounds much more macabre and sad than it is when you put it in those terms, really. Let's re-write that. They can boat, fish, swim, dance, smell, bounce, dive, drive, work, garden, fly, and get moldy til their oldy in good old Washington State. Got some grand-kids there to enjoy and now we will be going back and forth more often than not to visit I am sure. It is nice knowing someone is in our house right now, watching it, keeping it warm, keeping my books company and the tea kettle from breaking down, making sure the wheel barrow stays ambulitory and that the recliner still gets its daily rock in. Nice indeed.
So after Jacob and I helped clean and pack and said good byes to family friends with tears and cheers and well wishes, my brother (who had also flown in, except from Seattle) helped drive my dad's pickup and trailer and their SUV back to Washington, while my uncle who runs a 18 wheeler got their 24 foot long trailer full things in their life that is important to them up on to the flatbed ( you read that right) tied a big bow around the outside and then drove the sucker out to Tacoma and off loaded on some ramp. The truck now is in our field  (mountain side, front forty), enjoying her a nice view of the Olympics. Not one neighbor minds her being there either. Quilcene is the type of place where women apparently crotchet in their swimming suits while sun-bathing in pig pens, (swear I heard this), or drive run down golf carts with gun racks that hold chain saws mounted to the back of the cart awning to the grocery store in their boxer shorts and logging boots for a six pack a Schlitz. So, yeah, we don't really need mom and dad to be in a hurry, and they really could just stay there as long as needed. No problemo.
SO, after getting them settled in our house, my husband drove up from California and we spent about two weeks just spending time together in Quilcene, house hunting with the folks, and the boys did some duck hunting.  I soaked in some of the fall magnificent scenery, because California still had not "changed", and I do so love the fall season. Then my son and husband and I drove back to California where we settled back into a routine for a week or so until it was time for our daughter to take the train up from Santa Barbara for Thanksgiving break. It was SO wonderful to see her! I miss her so much every day, and it really never does get easier. Jake is slowly getting to know some new kids through scouts and it is always great when Jasper shows up (Cecily's beau) to spend time with him before heading back to Washington. We hope to spend Christmas in Washington, but at this point it depends on the road factor. There are a couple of nasty passes along those highways, so weather permitting, we will head North. If not, it will be a nice quiet Christmas in our new California home, celebrating all of the bounty God has blessed us with this year. Our daughter is doing a semester in Thailand and leaves at the beginning of January. As a mom, I am having to really give all of my anxiety up to God and know that she is in his hands, trusting HIM that she is exactly where he wants her to be.
I will try to let my story play out in some photo's I will post....bear with me if some are just silly personal ones for cause of posterity....remember, this is my journal after all ! :)   
As far as the red shoes are going, boy oh boy am I ready to be done for awhile. I miss color! It is funny how "dull"  red can seem after you wear it day in and day out! Isn't that just the oddest thing!?! I do love the project though, and am so thankful for the checks that still come in, however slowly, and I am praying that more people will find some deeper pocket foffers of their hearts this holiday season to help the children of Rwanda. It was very exciting to see the article come out in the World Vision Magazine! Please check it out if you have not yet done so. My husband and I are determined more than ever to now to do more financially to reach out to those in need and perhaps even look at starting some sort of shelter/orphanage when we retire.
Thanks so much again, Love and RED shoed Kisses!!! :)
xxoo Sheri
<-------Boy have I worn these a lot! :)
Mom & Dad's "old" porch
<---The ole' bulk-head & some tomatoes I still had high hopes for so we loaded them to Washington....they turned RED! :) Must be shoe magic!
A hazy Montana fall day.
<----back of the folks place.
Let's rake, Jake!
Only if I can jump in, mom!
:) He actually threw me down too, but my mom has those pictures on her camera being held hostage!
<----Goodbye Garden Shed.
<-------Goodbye pretty red rake.
He is SO CUTE! C'mon mom! No more pictures!!!!
UGH....Tired. Dirty. Sad.
<----Good bye sweet house on Creek Drive!
More of Washington & then our California Thanksgiving to come....
Life is GOOD! Hope you are having a lovely season! :)