Monday, September 15, 2014

A Request...

Hey ladies (and any gents!) - I'm coming to you guys with a request...



Eric and I have recently begun a venture that is close to the heart for us, especially with one of us driving Ben to daycare every day, and we’re looking for your help to get it off the ground...

I receive a Parenting magazine monthly, and a recent article told of three different sets of parents who suffered a terrible tragedy: they all had a child die from heatstroke after unintentionally being left in a vehicle.

We did more research, and couldn’t believe the numbers - there had been a total of 21 hot-car deaths so far this year and 38 per year on average.  Looking into the statistics, I recently came across a story that gives me chills:
7 years ago, Lyn Balfour forgot her 9-month-old Bryce in her backseat while she spent hours at work. That morning she was rushing to deal with an emergency at her Charlottesville, Virginia, job.  When her babysitter called that afternoon to check on the baby, Balfour paused her day in confusion.
“Stunned, realizing what she'd done, Balfour ran to her car. She started CPR on Bryce.
The mother's cries for help would be heard on a 911 call later played in court, but it was too late.
Overheated, Bryce died.”

With a total of 21 deaths so far this year, a hot-car death is occurring every 12 days.

Why are we reaching out to you?

We’ve created a product that we think will save lives - an easy-to-use tag that hangs on your rearview mirror during car rides to help remind the driver, as well as alert the public, that there is a child in the backseat of the vehicle.

We’re now on Kickstarter to begin fundraising, and we’re asking for your help in getting this off the ground.  

You can help in 2 ways:

  • Make a pledge to our Kickstarter (and get cool stuff from SafetyBIB!)
  • Share our Kickstarter page, share (and like!) our Facebook page, and share our website with your friends and family
        Kickstarter:     http://kck.st/1qZdZVr
        Facebook:    https://www.facebook.com/safetybib    
        Website:    www.safetybib.com

Eric and I sincerely appreciate any efforts on your part to help us get this product off the ground… 


A million thank yous in advance for helping us out!!

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

BigTop Bash

ok, enough of this commenting and fun stuff about where I bought what, or how drunk I got making that...
Without further ado, Benjamin's Bigtop Bash:
















Tuesday, September 4, 2012

"Hello Mudda, Hello Fadda..."

"...Here I am at - Camp Grenada!"

Ok, so it was Camp Taylor.  Columbia NJ.  Home of Deputy Bob Saggit.

Did we forget anything??

I wanna live on Wishing Well Road...
Ain't no looking back now!

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Ribs.  It's what's for dinner.

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High-speed light + low-speed shutter = awesome
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And yes - Chris is attempting to draw a penis. not a cactus.

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Must be viewed as a series - oh our Hunters and Gatherers... (And Eric's nice catch off to the side...)
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Eating good - dessert and all
 

Where's Honey-Boo-Boo and Sugar Bear? We gots us a shootin' range!
It was just a pellet gun.  Which, as I read on our way OUT of camp, was still NOT ALLOWED on camp grounds.

Oh well.  Bob Saggit never knew.

Tomorrow, Wolf Pack of Three to follow...  Yes, three - NOT ONE. And they're the three best friends that ANYONE CAN HAVE!

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Already Nostalgic...

So I basically plugged my memory card into the computer once again, and realized that I forgot I took more pictures this past weekend... and that so much more happened then just pretending to be famous and publishing free PSA's...

I somehow forgot that Seaside Heights decided to transport crabbers to some Floridian resort, to be found right at their local bay fishing grounds...
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Another little surprise was this swan, who people claim is a local and that they see him frequently, but i'm convinced he comes with the palm trees and destination-resort-vibe...


 yes, I've decided it's a him.  Girls don't fight my dog:






Florida can't last forever... so we packed up and headed home, with a few parting shots...
And after having the dog both on the pier and on the beach, we noticed something:

Monday, August 27, 2012

Back from the Beach...

Loooong weekend down the shore... I so got my tan on... in my new straw hat.  so I was all posh and people thought I was famous. Not really. But it was fun to pretend.)





 And a free PSA - if you are a FAT man with a little braid down to his butt, I WILL take a picture of you to blast on the internet..

































And another free PSA - PLEASE DO NOT ever think it's ok to have your BACHELORETTE PARTY at Spicy's on the boardwalk in Seaside Heights.
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Yes.  I am a Ninja-Photo-Taker.  Just be sure to silence your shutter sound...


Also. I love coming home Sunday to a dishwasher STILL FULL of clean dishes after being run on Wednesday night, hence a sink still full of dirty dishes.
 Can someone tell me WHAT exactly my husband did Thursday thru Saturday morning?! (Besides party like it's 1999 with Adam and his Bachelor party - one in an appropriate place, Atlantic City!)

Grown men cried and went and fell asleep in strange parking lots... and I can only speak for Eric, but he looked pretty green when they got home yesterday - one sure sign of a good time!

Back to hot yoga tomorrow after work - I've promised myself!
And camping this weekend with Adam, Jenn, Chris & Vanessa - got my s'mores and sleeping bag ready!

08.22.2012 - Randomized Blather

True blog-entry style - utter and complete stream of conscious & thoughts:

 If I could go back...
...to sophomore year of college and the long-distance relationship I was in that created a mountain of credit card debt, flying to and from each other, and shopping and wreckless spending every college student falls victim to - I'd tell myself, "Save the money!! He's NOT The One!!"

 If I could go back...
...to Easter of this year when, while visiting family in Texas, I let my mom convince me to chop off my hair. I only sit now and look at pictures of long-haired-Kate with what can only be described as Nostalgia... lol

If I could go back...
...to 9th grade, I would tell myself, you DO NOT look good! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!

If I could go back…
…to 2 months ago, I would tell myself to keep going to the gym, don’t stop! Cuz then right now, I’d be reaping aall the benefits…

08.14.2012 - ...And then there was Texas

It's all bigger, and HOTTER, in Texas!!

Last Wednesday, Eric and I did the usual pre-vacation shpeal - basically staying up late entertaining Adam and Jenn who were watching Rocco for us, and staying up even later to get packed the night before our flight. So after about 3 hours of sleep and at the ASS CRACK of dawn - literally: 3am - we got up and got ready to head to the airport.
We dropped the car, shuttled to the airport, and blearily loaded up on Dunkin Donuts for breakfast and caffeine, and WHAT a wise decision on the caffeine:  We landed in Texas and went straight out for margaritas - frozen and salted yummy-ness - before we even dropped our suitcases at the house!





And when we DID get to the house, we barely had time to throw on our swimsuits and head out to the pool for some good-natured *AHEM CUT THROAT* volleyball...






















Nothing screams summer more than sweating plastic martini glasses!







And while HOME-home was a cool mid-seventies, home-away-from-home was rarely below 100 degrees after 11am...























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We delved into summer memories...

..."the ORIGINAL ice cream maker was a HAND CRANKED maker! We had to take turns because your arms would get so tired!"

(... the price you pay for your dad helping with the motorized ice cream maker...)






An era with homemade ice cream on your front stoop in summer, with hoop skirts and being pinned by your highschool sweetheart at homecoming, with drive-in movie dates and Bobby Darin on the car radio - I didn't want to leave!






An era that instilled marriage as a holy and lifelong union and commitment. If you're wondering what 31 years of  marriage looks like:








(The second time EVER he has taken off his wedding band.)

(The first time was when he jammed his middle finger - the one all swollen and bent, never properly healed.)

((Stubborness and doctor-avoidance : another remainder of past eras.))


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We rounded out the trip with multiple volleyball games carried way into the night:

And a cavern exploration - did you KNOW that Texas used to be underwater?!