Archive for August, 2007

break the silence

Posted in changes, heartache, in the summertime, inner peace, making a difference, offspring, silence, stirring of the soul, survivors, the darkness, trust on August 30, 2007 by whyvonne


just do it.

i am in such a strange space lately, but meeting up with a friend for lunch yesterday, i spied this brochure from the corner of my eye. “Voices for Children Bike Ride…..Break the Silence and Stop Child Sexual Abuse.” of course. what else would i do?

long ago, in a galaxy far, far away….i did these sponsorhip walks all the time….i walked for the homeless, diabetics, babies with birth defects, autism, alzheimer’s….from the time i was 13 or so. got my children involved. waved sponsorhip forms in colleague’s faces ’til i was sure they were avoiding me at lunchtime. “give ’til it hurts!,” i would joke. then, for some unknown reason, i just stopped. some small, insensitive part of me reasoned, i’m a nurse. i help people all the time. and, truly, where does this money go? is there a cure in sight? do we really make a difference?

this one spoke to me. um, in very large volumes.

so, i am registered. please hit me up via e-mail: to donate. ’tis coming up rather quickly: the 9th of girl.jpgseptember, and it’s local….worcester agencies will benefit. unfortunately, there is no online donation form. i am really unconcerned with the amount of money that i collect; it’s the show of support that would warm my cooling heart. please consider sponsoring me, or riding alongside….

so many people, so many stories. so many ruined lives. so many survivors!

hit me up! let’s ride….


irish tale

Posted in just phucking funny, storm, the darkness on August 28, 2007 by whyvonne


    This story happened a while ago in Dublin, and even though it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it’s true.


    John Bradford, a Dublin University student, was on the side of the road hitchhiking on a very dark night in the midst of a storm. The night was rolling on and no car went by. The storm was so strong he could hardly see a few feet ahead of him. Suddenly, he saw a car slowly coming towards him and stopped. John, desperate for shelter and without thinking about it, got into the car and closed the door.. only to realise there was nobody behind the wheel and the engine wasn’t on!!
    The car started moving slowly. John looked at the road ahead and saw a curve approaching. Scared, he started to pray, begging for his life. Then, just before the car hit the curve, a hand appeared through the window and turned the wheel. John, paralysed with terror, watched as the hand repeatedly came through the window, but never touched or harmed him.  Shortly thereafter John saw the lights of a pub appear down the road, so, gathering strength, he jumped out of the
car and ran to it. Wet and out of breath, he rushed inside and started telling everybody about the horrible experience he had just had.
    A silence enveloped the pub when everybody realised he was crying and….wasn’t drunk. Suddenly, the door opened, and two other people walked in from the stormy night. They, like John, were also soaked and out of breath. Looking around, and seeing John Bradford sobbing at the bar, one said to the other…”Look Paddy…..there’s that f****ing idiot that got in the car while we were pushing it!!!!”


today’s chuckle courtesy of my good old EMT buddy, bj hill.

learning to cuss…

Posted in just phucking funny, offspring on August 27, 2007 by whyvonne


A 6-year-old and 4-year-old are upstairs in their bedroom.
“You know what?” says the 6 year-old, “I think it’s about time we started cussing.”
The 4-year-old nods his head in approval.
The 6-year-old continues, “When we go downstairs for breakfast, I’m gonna
say something with ‘hell’ and you say something with ‘ass.’
The 4-year-old agrees with enthusiasm.

When their mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6-year-old what he
wants for breakfast, he replies,  “Aw, hell Mom, I guess I’ll have some Cheerios. ”
WHACK! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up,
and runs upstairs crying his eyes out with his mother in hot pursuit,
slapping his rear with every step. She locks him in his room and shouts,
“You can stay in there until I let you out.”

She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4-year-old and asks with a
stern voice, “And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man?”
“I don’t know,” he blubbers, “but you can bet your ass it won’t be Cheerios.”


never challenge “worse”….

Posted in greed and avarice, ignorance and arrogance, the darkness, trust on August 19, 2007 by whyvonne

my “wanted” poster:

have you seen this bike?   


{click to enlarge}

  it was stolen, along with the cable lock and brand new 3-bike rack, off the back of my green Ford Explorer, from the Residence Inn Marriott Worcester’s well-lit front parking lot sometime between 7:30 pm Friday (17 August) night and 11:30 am Saturday morning. the entire setup was cut off the back of the truck. it is a small frame Specialized Expedition model, deep green, with carbon fiber water bottle cage. Worcester detectives and Bicycle Alley have serial #.

reward offered ~ call 508-XXX-XXXX