We were the closest family possible. Our world was turned upside down on 05/03/09 when my best friend, the person I love most next only to our children, my sister Trina was diagnosed with stage IV breast cancer. Her body gave out on her on 01/09/10 but she will ALWAYS be a part of our daily life and will continue to be in my posts. I started my blog to chronicle our daughter's international adoption from Guatemala and have continued to use it as a journal.

What you will find is my family trying to adapt to our new lives that were handed to us.

Friday, June 06, 2014


Anyone who knows me knows what a big supporter I am of Product (RED). When they rolled out the new "Eat (RED), Drink (RED) Save Lives" campaign I was excited to find a place near me to eat at. I plugged in in my location and up popped five places, as you can clearly see (if it doesn't show the location just type in "Portland" and you will see five options). I did some looking in to things and figured the pizza place would be the best thing for us. The kids got out of school early so I figured great, we could all meet Norm at his office, the kids and I could finally see where he spends most of his waking moments and then stop for pizza on the way home.

Oh, what do they say about good intentions?

I'll spare you the entire scenario and just give you the highlight. Two and a half hours after the kids got out of school we finally ended up at the place (I'm not naming them because I don't want to give them any more publicity). It had been a long 2 1/2 hours with lots of complaining and waiting at the office so we were all tired. It was a cool place but I've never seen so many fucking hipsters in my life. I felt so out of place and have never felt more like a suburbanite.

BUT I WAS THERE FOR A CAUSE!!!! I would carry on!

The waiter ambled on over to see what he could get us and I asked him if every item on the menu was supporting (RED) or if there were just certain things where the money was being donated from.

"Huh?" was the answer I got.

I started to get a sinking feeling.

"Product Red" I persevered, "you are a participating member of Product Red" I informed him. "Did you not know this?"

"Is there a manager we can talk to?" Norm asked. Here's the kicker:

"I'm the owner" he answered.

"Product Red. It's an organization where people buy things and a portion of the proceeds go towards buying Antiretroviral Drugs in Africa. They are helping stop the spread of HIV" I schooled him.

"I got a button in the mail" he drawled, pointing to it on his hipster suspenders.

Norm and I just shook our heads. This wasn't happening. I didn't just spend, by this time, 3 hours trying to get to this place only to be met by the most uninformed person.

"Is there a website?" the guy asked.

"Yes, it listed you as a participant" I tried.

"Oh. Well can I get you something to drink anyway?"

I gave in and gave up. I would not be supporting (RED) today. I was comforted, however, when we finally got home (another hour later) and I saw my phone and iPad clad in their (RED) covers.

Next time I will call ahead to find out if I will be eating a (RED) diner.

Please, please, please find out if there is a (RED) location near you that you can visit, this specific campaign is only until June 10th.

Thank you.