Shoe box

Shoe boxes are not particularly exciting things. But when you can fill one with goodies and send it to an underprivileged child for Christmas, a shoe box becomes pretty exciting stuff.

I got my shoe box yesterday. :)

We choose the child's age bracket and whether the box goes to a boy or girl. Also, every box has to have at least one item that falls into the following categories:

- something to love (ie. teddy bear)

- something special (ie. necklace)

- something for school (ie. colour pencils)

- something to play with (ie. ball)

- something to wear (ie. t-shirt)

and

- something for personal hygiene (ie. comb)


The project is called Operation Christmas Child and it is run by non-profit organisation, Samaritan's Purse.

What I like most about the project is that although Samaritan's Purse is a Christian organisation, the boxes are given to children of all religions and ethnicity. The other thing I like about it is that there is no religious material in the boxes so there are no strings attached.

I will be filling my box up with nice, pretty things for a 10 to 14 year old girl. :)

Pauses

On Wednesday I received a call on my mobile while I was at work. I answered, happily thinking that it was my TikusfromPerth who arrived that morning.


It turned out to be my ex, who I have not spoken to in years.


The conversation started off with small talk about work and from that point plummeted into one of those dismally awkward conversations filled with pauses.

He kept asking whether there was anything new happening in my life. I got the distinct feeling that he wanted to know if I was seeing anyone so I responded with vague, evasive replies. He then went on to mention that he noticed I was no longer on Facebook and that he tends to use it to keep in touch with friends.

So he finally discovered that I blocked him.


Do I care?


Nope.


I don't go prying into his life. He shouldn't pry into mine.

Birthday

Parents and John visiting + 3 days leave + lots of ice cream = happiness :)