That's not all that unusual. She works for an international "healthy snack food" company where a thousandth of a penny rise in the cost of high fructose corn syrup purchased from Ickypatangoglockenstan can domino within a few minutes into the need to shrink package sizes in southeastern New Zealand and switch to single-ply TP at corporate so as to avoid 1.3 job eliminations in the Albuquerque distribution center three fiscal years from now.
However, this was different. She couldn't understand why this sudden burst of e-mails she received were receipts for donations made to our Cure JM fundraising account.
Needless to say, she was very moved and touched by all the birthday wishes and support you invisible folks out there in the ether offered her.
About 120 sites participated in Cure JM Awareness Day in the Blogosphere on Oct. 2. My guess is that several thousand, if not maybe ten thousand or more (don't be modest -- a few of you have pretty popular destinations along the highway of ones and zeros) learned something about juvenile myositis for the first time.
More than $1,200 was raised and I'm sure more will trickle in over the next few days by mail or online. That's a lot of money for a one-day, word-of-mouth campaign for an orphan disease.
And, since a few of you asked, for my part in these shenanigans, yes -- I did get some.
Birthday cake, that is. Corner piece. Big pink rose. Sweeeeeet.
So to you, good people, many thanks from all of us -- me, My Love, the Things and Murphy, too -- here at the Uncool Estate. Special gratitude is due to:
- Brian of The Cheek of God, for whipping up (and hosting) the special Cure JM badge.
- One Zen Mom, who seemed to have stopped by and left a comment at most every blog that participated Friday.
- Julia of Midwest Moms for mobilizing the masses. If I ever need a pimp, especially one with a Twitter account, you are first one I'll call.
Some are much wittier.
Others are just better writers and storytellers.
But not one of you is luckier than I am today.