Monday, April 26, 2010

Sunday = The SEED

Finally, I take pictures. One year later. Can you even believe it? Its been almost a full year since I started volunteering here. Though I've missed a few weeks here and there, its been nearly 52 of them spent here, and where I've met my beautiful, God-given Bree.

Here it is! The Seed as seen from the street. Was it what you were expecting??
The first window is reception, and the last three are offices.

Reception: One of my lovely 7th Day Adventist volunteers. What a great group of people, always so happy and willing to do whatever needs doing. This is where the guests check in, and scan their card; also where they can't keep fish alive. Where so much of the drama and action happen; police and EMS arrive through here, guests voice their displeasure here, new guests wait their turn for in-take. I've had many heart to hearts here with (too) young women who have been turned away, or kept people company who've been kicked out and waiting for police to arrive. This is also where I leave exhausted every Sunday night at 10, either completely weary from a stressful shift, or completely energized (like last night) after a really positive and uplifting 5 hours.

Zone 2: Where searches are done. When the bus from downtown arrives and there are a lot of people on it, they are sent to 2nd check in, where they are given their mat number, and meal ticket. The line if often 30 people deep and they are 'randomly' picked for searches, random is relative, as sometimes the searches are quite un-random. If the person has a history of sneaking booze or drugs or weapons in, they know they'll be searched, but we do walk along the line and if there are suspicious smells, they are also questioned and have to empty their pockets and bags. We hear "Its my buddy's beer" or "I didn't put that in there" quite a bit.


Second Check-in. That window is an office where we make new cards and do in-takes. And guests in the line make faces and stare when you're in there. Some funny, some creepy, all out of boredom.

Me and Ryan being silly. We love each other like brother and sister. I'm really very lucky to know him, he's leaving us for a summer job at a camp and I'm very sad. The dynamics will be so very different without him; I feel very protected by him and when someone is giving me a hard time, all I do is radio him and the guest immediately apologies and does what I've asked three times already. Its a little bit like tattling, only a higher (and much more mature) level. :-)

Trunk Room: Cute 7th Day volunteer whom I've never met before and don't know his name. But he's in the trunk room. This is up the stairs from the main area and each guest is assigned a trunk that locks and volunteers have the key to open them (universal key, thank goodness) and can store thier personal belongings, like blankets, shower stuff, books etc since they can't leave anything on their mats during day because (the mats)are completely disinfected in the mornings. Plus, their stuff is at risk to be stolen if left around. Cameras do little to deter theft at the Seed. I've watched it with my own eyes, when they think noone is looking. So crazy. Also saw on camera (not in real life) a girl go over to her boyfriends mat (they have different sections, obviously) and stomp on his head. Craziest thing ever, it was dark since everyone was sleeping ... Not for long!!!

View of mat area from the Trunk Room. Can you see the office?(the Bridge)? We have a birds eye view of the action from there. (had to sneak pictures - guests spaz if they see a camera, you have to remember, theres a lot of mental illness and paraniod people and the reaction is quite negative. Volunteers, however, were more than willing!! )

Ok. don't laugh. I had to smudge out their faces and did a hack job .. My photog sisters will be embarassed for me) But this is the eating/main area. See them lined up for dinner already? Watching the hockey game, playing cards, chatting, and I must say they were pretty quick to point out a sticker that was on the back of my pants, much to my sheer embarassment as one of the guest was (sincerely) trying to help me remove the distraction. He apologized later for making me uncomfortable. And the door at the top of the stairs is the computer room.

Clothing Room: Guests can "shop" three times a week, once on Mon, Tues, or Wed and once again on Thurs, Fri or Sat. Sunday is a 'free' day.
Ken - staff who makes the world a brighter place. We were so silly together last night. Making us new cards with a gangster poses and a nickname. We must've been tired because we giggled all night like a bunch of fools. His sense of humor is rare and dry and its fun to see him tip-toe over the line he thinks he might be crossing with me.
Back mat area. The door on the left side of the picture is the storage room. I should've taken pictures of it. Stacks and stacks of milk crates of shampoos, soaps, razors, shaving cream. You name it, its there! Very cool.
Another angle of the back mat area. Those mattresses are from the Olympics, used by the athletes and will be given to guests who apply for, and meet the criteria for the "Rapid-Exit" program the Seed provides to give a hand up to those who are willing and able to work hard to get out of their current situation. I'd be jealous, but then I'd have to be homeless to get one of them and I'd rather sleep on a futon the rest of my life if thats the case.
The disabled lockers and the Blanket area. These lockers are for those who are unable to make it up the stairs to the Trunk Room, whether they've temporarily injured themselves or they are wheelchair bound. And blankets (locked safely away in the cabinet) are handed out to guest every three weeks, and not a minute earlier regardless of their story. I think I come across as being really gullible, cuz man alive, I get some doozies of stories. But this chick has been around enough to know the difference - so I pass it off to staff!! haha. This volunteer below- oh, I just can't say enough about my volunteers - this guy was brought to us by his buddy who is a Sunday regular and they're such a cool duo and bring a really neat element to Sunday nights. They missed the last two weeks because of school and it was truly a different place without them. I heart them. They are kids, literally, like can barely vote which is encouraging to know there are parents out there sending kids like this into the world, into our future.
Thats all folks! Hope you enjoyed your tour. Now you can get a feel for where I am each Sunday and though the pictures can't really give you any idea as to why I am so in love with it there, I hope it gives you a better picture of where I run around like a fool some nights, sit and chat with the regulars, give newbies a guided tour to make them feel a little bit more welcome and settled and get hassled by Ryan and Ken.
If you think about it, or when you do, can you shoot a little prayer up for the continued operations of this amazing place? Their (staff and managment) hearts are truly in the right place, their motives are pure and they are moving people off the street into affordable housing, and giving them the tools to survive the real world in spite of their past. I know I've been cranky and grumbly for the last 5 months, but each week, I am reminded of how lucky I am to be who I am. These guests have exhausted their resources,whether its family, friends, employment, brain cells, whatever. Some parents are frantic, some are here with their kids, some don't have a clue or a care that their son or daughter is here. For the life of me, I don't know why I've become so attached to this ministry, but I have and I ask for your prayers as the SEED continues to rely on all of us to survive and to be a safe place for those who have nowhere or noone to go to.
Didn't mean to get all deep and stuff ...
Thats it for me. For now. Love and Happy-ness.
Leanne

Sunday, April 25, 2010

The Little Things That Make Up One's Week


A random recap of my week:

  • Overheard at gym: (the conversation between trainer and obviously worried mom, is drinking and college age kids who booze it up) "Well, the first year I was 18......" (Don't know 'bout you, but I was only 18 for ONE year. I feel like I've been 25 for 10 years, but thats a different story.)

  • Maria got married off yesterday. She looked like a model coming up the aisle. What a gorgeous woman. I forgot my camera, cuz I'm disorganized and spazzy these days. The second day of 2010 that it rains is on her wedding day. It was 21 degrees all week and that rain turned into a blizzard!! I went to church after the reception and was bare legged and walked out of the service to snow blowing sideways!

  • A 14 year old kid was driving his family car on my street today and almost backed into me as I was driving past. Its not Blues Mills, man, you can't just drive around like that! Wheres your gravel pit?? Go practice there! Gwen, remember those days? I think I taught you how to drive a standard in Grandpas car and we got in trouble. Well, as much trouble you could get in with Grandpa and Grandma :-). I don't think we asked to take it was the reason we were reprimanded, not the fact that we probably blew the clutch out!

  • I started a temp to perm job on Wednesday for Loblaws (Superstore parent company). Its an Admin Assistant. I am greatful for the work. And I hate to add a 'but' to this, but I will since my blog is all about being real. BUT I don't want to be an Admin Assistant. I just don't. I've done it. I'm over it and want to move on. I am struggling with complacency / confidence / greatfulness / humility / frustration. / panic. The money is just ok. Its more than $0 so I'm greatful. It's a job in a market where work is harder than imagined to get, so I'm inclined to rest and be complacent, even though I want far more. I want more money so I can live a decent little life, I want more socialization, downtown working/living, I want , I want, I want. I want whatever this isn't. And I'm trying not to be proud, too proud to accept this is is my job which leads to high levels of frustration as the struggle continues day after day . I can't see an end to this crazyness and it makes me panic. And I don't know how to think or feel. I don't know if I'm being a spoiled brat or if I'm just a normal person who wants a higher level of living than this and am not going to stop til I get it ?? I don't get it. Anyway, thats enough grumbling out of me. Pastor last night in church said that grumbling is off the devil and its grouped among such sins as Adultery. Yikes! I'm in major trubs then! I've been very grumbly. Feel free to offer your opinion on this, I am seriously curious.

  • Our ABC party is postponed. Boo. Co-hosts neighbour is due to have a baby that weekend. So we may have to change venues all together! I'd rather anger a woman who is awake anyway because she's huge and swollen and crabby and whose going to forget any wrong doing two weeks later when she hasn't slept in three weeks and has rag-ing hormones and a new baby ... just sayin'. But you mothers out there can attest far better than I to that!

  • The snow is melting today and its gorgeous out. I'm assuming we'll have at least one more of these days of hearing the dripping of puddly snow off the eaves unto the deck and a resigned and almost apologetic "Welcome to Calgary" from the locals. When in reality, its not that far off to have snow in May and June anywhere in Canada ... I just keep thinking of those days where we can float down the bow in bikinis and all is right with my world.

  • I had another night out with Julie which always ends up in side splitting giggles and good conversation. She is a so much fun and relaxed and anything goes kinda gal and I love her. A guy from Pictou County showed up at our table to tell us that his table was boring and we looked far more interesting. So after the obligatory "you girls look so beautiful blah blah" he settled into a chair and after explaining his (very very cool) tattoos and that he has a girlfriend who he is madly in love with and answering our questions as to why he isn't marrying her then, she showed up. Seriously. She did. And as my luck would have it, Julie had gone to the washroom, and I was left alone at the table with him. So here I am, facing the entire room, leaned in, intently listening for several reasons: a) It was loud, b) I'm kinda deaf, c)I could hardly understand his accent, d) I was completely disinterested in what I couldn't hear him say, and was making a bigger effort to make him feel interesting. THATS when she showed up with a tap on the shoulder, a glance towards me and a quick, "Hi Babe", a flick of the hair, turn on the heel and she went with her girlfriends to get a drink. At that moment, the manager, who is a good friend of mine, came over to chat. Whew. Crisis averted. Julie shows up, I explain to her that GF is here and Pictou County Boy says, "Well, I should probably go talk to her." He looked a littel scared ... In unison, J and I agree thats the best idea he's had all night. I was safe though, I told him my name was Ruby!! Ha! GF would never find me!! His tattoo, though, let me tell you about it. He designed it himself and its a Nova Scotia flag (the middle part with that griffin-looking animal) and it looks like his arm was scratched by a big claw, and underneath his skin is the NS flag. And the other arm is the same concept but with the Canada flag. Its so cool. I love tattoos though, can't wait to get one and love when they are unique and self-thought. Then J and I went to check out a new place downtown and ran into my ABC party co-host, with his MBA friends who were at a boxing event. The night was so much fun - it ended with copius amounts of Chinese food, how can it not be fun??

I think thats all. It was a good week, relatively speaking. I can't wait to find out whats going to happen on June 14th when Ray and Dee get back from SA ... where I'm going to live, etc. Part of me is excited for the adventure (because what other choice do I have but to go with the flow, really??) and the other part is just exhausted and wants to be stable and settled and secure!


Peace, Love and Happines ~ Til next time


Leanne

Friday, April 23, 2010

Odd Apology We Can All Learn From

The F word is used twice during this ... but its pretty powerful. I'm not saying all Christians are like this, as I know some that are quite the opposite; but listen to this well written 'confession', we can all learn a little something from it.

Again, theres swearing so don't watch it around your kids.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EieFdXy_HwM


Peace, Love and Happiness Y'all

Monday, April 19, 2010

Monday Blues Buster

So cute! Would love to meet the marketing team behind these ads.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJqnitjqpuM

This one's hilarious!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lEXZ2hfD3bU

Monday, April 12, 2010

A.... B.... C.... Easier than 123

To get out of the winter blues we all experience despite a nicer than normal winter here in Calgary, I am co-hosting a party.

I've been aching to have a theme party for a while now. I have friends with big houses, but roommates, I have other friends with big houses, but buying and moving to other houses .... so the search continued.

Until now. I have found a willing participant to open his home, new patio furniture and back yard to a number of invited guests to partake in a themed party. We pondered the possibilities ... would we do Mexican? White Trash Superhero? White trash? Make-your-own-superhero?

The theme decided on, you ask? Open your mind when I say "an ABC party".

Already Been Chewed? comes the question and quizzal expression. Activity Based Costing? American Blimp Corporation??? An Adversity Builds Charactor party??

Nah, none of the above. Its an "Anything But Clothes Party". Sounds racy and dirty?? Nah! Clothes are mandatory, but they can't be clothes. You can dress in anything else but actual clothes.

I went to the Dollar Store today and got a shower curtain and anti-slip things for the tub. And, of course, duct tape! Duct tape will be the strap for my dress and I'm doubling up the curtain so its not see-through and away I go. I can't wait for May 1st!!! Sending out the evites as soon as co-host inputs his email addresses.

So awesome to have a friend who will willingly follow through on my whimiscal and spontaneous ideas. He's away in Palm Springs, so planning this is kind of a challenge, but its only a party - its not like we're solving world hunger or anything ....

Peazing Out ..... for now.

Off to the gym to make sure the shower curtain sticks to my muscles and not my fat ....

I'm just sayin'

LLM

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Alberta April Showers


An hour ago, I walked in the house in a short sleeved top .... Welcome to Calgary!

Thursday, April 1, 2010

House-Sitter, Critter-Sitter


I housesat for a week for friends of mine. Childhood friends who've recently moved to Calgary. Otherwise .... I'd had said no.

I was "mom" to a chocolate lab, a black cat, 10 gold fish and 2 ....
are you ready for this .... ?
2 guinea pigs.
yup. you heard me right. guinea pigs.
I was so flippin' nervous when I got there. Their gross little beady eyes looking up at me, in their little cage making those horrific noises that sounds like mice.
The first time I had to feed them was traumatic. I must say. I was shaking a little. And I was completely FREAKED out. I had to change their water which was in a tube on the outside of the cage and had a spout that poked into the inside of the cage.

And - of course, the little metal thing that held the tube fell out and I had to fiddle with it to hook it back into the rungs in the cage. Took about a year, it felt like.
And the whole time, their little noses were poking around and I was literally, whimpering and shaking.
They didn't have to be fed for a few days because there was still food in the trough. But the morning I had to, I was so nervous because I had to actually put my hand in the cage and again their noses poking around my hand ...

They were in the front room, so I didn't have to see them much, but the very essence of them kept me creeped right out and I could hear them at night.
I'm a freakshow. But I was very proud of my accomplishments (not barfing, not letting them starve, not having a nervous breakdown) though still strongly holding a phobia to furry, fast things. (please see long-ago post titled, I believe "At least it wasn't a rat")
I was gone for 7 days, and was happy to see my own house and eat my own food. They had lots of good food and I ate lots of that good food. I don't have that kind of eats in my house because ... well, I eat that kind of stuff which goes against my cellulites religion!
So cheers to overcoming the impossible (just kidding) and cheers to sleeping in my own bed and to rib night tonight (speaking of cellulite).
My friend Stacey and her bf are hosting a rib, margarita and hottub night at his house. Should be fun. Should be interesting. They're all Italian. It'll make me miss Gord and Mo. And make me wish I had two stomachs. The ribs have been marinating for two days.
Peace yo!


L.