Friday, June 29, 2007
Hotcakes.
Lotsa buzz for Kyrie's tee! I hope when you wear yours, you'll feel a little hug from her. ;)
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Another chance this weekend.
For those of you in the Valley Center area, we'll be at Jordan & Lacie's house around 1 p.m. this Sunday, if you'd like to swing by and get your tees.
And ... we had a little idea. If you're inclined, we'd love to post photos here on the blog of Kyrie's friends wearing their shirts. So if you wouldn't mind snapping a shot and e-mailing it to me, I'll make sure you're included here!
And ... we had a little idea. If you're inclined, we'd love to post photos here on the blog of Kyrie's friends wearing their shirts. So if you wouldn't mind snapping a shot and e-mailing it to me, I'll make sure you're included here!
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Wow!
Lots of you wanting to wear the tees! Love it!
That's a great idea about PayPal, Erin. I think we'll eventually do that, but to set it up properly, we need our tax I.D. number, which is slowly in progress right now. In fact, we'd like to make PayPal donations or even a shop part of the foundation's Web site. It's all coming together, slowly but surely.
Know, first, who you are; and then adorn yourself accordingly. ~Epictetus
Fashion can be bought. Style one must possess. ~Edna Woolman Chase
The truly fashionable are beyond fashion. ~Cecil Beaton
That's a great idea about PayPal, Erin. I think we'll eventually do that, but to set it up properly, we need our tax I.D. number, which is slowly in progress right now. In fact, we'd like to make PayPal donations or even a shop part of the foundation's Web site. It's all coming together, slowly but surely.
Know, first, who you are; and then adorn yourself accordingly. ~Epictetus
Fashion can be bought. Style one must possess. ~Edna Woolman Chase
The truly fashionable are beyond fashion. ~Cecil Beaton
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
This season's must-have for your wardrobe!
They're in! And here's our premiere fashion model wearing the "Go, Kyrie, Go!" tee!
Front:
Back:
(Chad's wearing an XL.)
p.s. There was some confusion over the T-shirt color. It's chocolate brown, not black.
So here's how it should work. We have the following sizes from which to choose:
Adult
3XL
XXL
XL
L
M
Youth
S 6/8
M 10/12
L 14/16
Due to the intricacy of printing the design, the shirts cost a little more than we thought. So to cover the cost and raise funds for the foundation, the cost is $16 for adults and $13 for kids.
For friends and family in the Wichita area, Chad & I will be home this weekend, June 29-July 1. You can purchase & receive your shirts in person either at the Friday night gathering, after the Saturday wedding or Sunday after church. For those of you in K.C., call or e-mail and we can set up a swap. For those in the Maryville, MO area, Chad will make a run up there to deliver once we receive orders. For Kyrie's friends at-large, we're happy to mail shirts out, but please add $2.00 for postage (we'll cover the cost of envelopes/boxes.)
If we will not see you this weekend, here's how to order: Please mail us your check or cash for the quantity of shirts, the sizes and where we can mail them to you. Please make checks out to The Kyrie Foundation. Mail to:
The Kyrie Foundation
213 S.W. Sunset Drive
Lee's Summit, MO 64081
Feel free to call or e-mail me if you'll be in town and would like to get a shirt.
816.525.6073
megan_thome@yahoo.com
There are limited quantities of sizes, so the sooner you order, the better. In fact, I didn't have them in my office for 60 seconds before two sold (and not to me or Chad!). I've also heard that some people are ordering the tees as gifts. Wa-hoo!
Inevitably and hopefully, people may ask you what "Go, Kyrie, Go!" is about. We hope you use that invitation to tell someone about Kyrie, about the need for funding pediatric brain cancer research and about how you are part of Kyrie's legacy for doing good things with your life as a way of honoring her and those who are with the angels.
Front:
Back:
(Chad's wearing an XL.)
p.s. There was some confusion over the T-shirt color. It's chocolate brown, not black.
So here's how it should work. We have the following sizes from which to choose:
Adult
3XL
XXL
XL
L
M
Youth
S 6/8
M 10/12
L 14/16
Due to the intricacy of printing the design, the shirts cost a little more than we thought. So to cover the cost and raise funds for the foundation, the cost is $16 for adults and $13 for kids.
For friends and family in the Wichita area, Chad & I will be home this weekend, June 29-July 1. You can purchase & receive your shirts in person either at the Friday night gathering, after the Saturday wedding or Sunday after church. For those of you in K.C., call or e-mail and we can set up a swap. For those in the Maryville, MO area, Chad will make a run up there to deliver once we receive orders. For Kyrie's friends at-large, we're happy to mail shirts out, but please add $2.00 for postage (we'll cover the cost of envelopes/boxes.)
If we will not see you this weekend, here's how to order: Please mail us your check or cash for the quantity of shirts, the sizes and where we can mail them to you. Please make checks out to The Kyrie Foundation. Mail to:
The Kyrie Foundation
213 S.W. Sunset Drive
Lee's Summit, MO 64081
Feel free to call or e-mail me if you'll be in town and would like to get a shirt.
816.525.6073
megan_thome@yahoo.com
There are limited quantities of sizes, so the sooner you order, the better. In fact, I didn't have them in my office for 60 seconds before two sold (and not to me or Chad!). I've also heard that some people are ordering the tees as gifts. Wa-hoo!
Inevitably and hopefully, people may ask you what "Go, Kyrie, Go!" is about. We hope you use that invitation to tell someone about Kyrie, about the need for funding pediatric brain cancer research and about how you are part of Kyrie's legacy for doing good things with your life as a way of honoring her and those who are with the angels.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Did you figure it out?
Barcelona, Spain! The stained glass image that I posted last week is the magnificent ceiling of the concert hall in the Palau de Musica Catalan. Every design in the building is meant to represent the outdoors, so that image is the sun, and instead of being a flat piece of stained glass, the middle of this sunburst droops in the center toward the audience below as if it were a raindrop. Cool, huh?
It was wonderfully warm with crisp, cool breezes floating in from the Mediterranean Sea. We walked Las Ramblas (a long pedestrian shopping stretch), ate paella & tapas, gaped at Gaudi's architecture, toured the Picasso museum and marveled at the magnitude of humanity.
One afternoon, we spent silently inspecting the impressive Barcelona Cathedral in the Barri Gotic area of the city. Built between 1046 and 1058, this gorgeous stone church is near the palace where King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella received Christopher Columbus after his voyage to America.
The spire of the central tower reaches 230 ft. tall, and the interior consists of one wide sanctuary with 28 side chapels. Underneath the alter area, is the sarcophagus of Saint Eulalia, patron saint of Barcelona who was brutally martyred for her faith by the Romans in 1327.
Adjacent to the cathedral is a mysteriously beautiful 14th century cloister. There are always 13 geese in its central courtyard; each goose represents one year in the life of the Saint Eulalia.
This open-air church really could use a good scrubbing-a restoration is already in progress, which I think will make the site even more illustrious.
There was one particular side chapel, just to the right of the main alter, where Chad and I lit candles for Auntie Ann (in St. Francis' chapel since he was known for peace) and then this little one for Kyrie.
It was wonderfully warm with crisp, cool breezes floating in from the Mediterranean Sea. We walked Las Ramblas (a long pedestrian shopping stretch), ate paella & tapas, gaped at Gaudi's architecture, toured the Picasso museum and marveled at the magnitude of humanity.
One afternoon, we spent silently inspecting the impressive Barcelona Cathedral in the Barri Gotic area of the city. Built between 1046 and 1058, this gorgeous stone church is near the palace where King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella received Christopher Columbus after his voyage to America.
The spire of the central tower reaches 230 ft. tall, and the interior consists of one wide sanctuary with 28 side chapels. Underneath the alter area, is the sarcophagus of Saint Eulalia, patron saint of Barcelona who was brutally martyred for her faith by the Romans in 1327.
Adjacent to the cathedral is a mysteriously beautiful 14th century cloister. There are always 13 geese in its central courtyard; each goose represents one year in the life of the Saint Eulalia.
This open-air church really could use a good scrubbing-a restoration is already in progress, which I think will make the site even more illustrious.
There was one particular side chapel, just to the right of the main alter, where Chad and I lit candles for Auntie Ann (in St. Francis' chapel since he was known for peace) and then this little one for Kyrie.
Friday, June 22, 2007
We're back!
So full of fantastic travel experiences that we're weary with wonder. Much to share, and I also want to give you the details of purchasing/receiving t-shirts, hopefully this weekend.
Hope you all had a reflective Father's Day. My thoughts were heaped with memories of Jordan becoming the admirable husband and father that he is today. Who knew an ornery little boy with a sling shot could hit the bull's eye of esteemed fatherhood?
Until I can finagle some typing time, I'll leave you with this hint of our destination:
Hope you all had a reflective Father's Day. My thoughts were heaped with memories of Jordan becoming the admirable husband and father that he is today. Who knew an ornery little boy with a sling shot could hit the bull's eye of esteemed fatherhood?
Until I can finagle some typing time, I'll leave you with this hint of our destination:
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Until next week.
This afternoon, I must travel for an assignment, which means I probably won't be able to post until I return next Thursday. If I can find an internet cafe, I may try to log on, but I can't promise anything. In the meantime, here are some thoughts inspired by several very special dads that I know.
In his earliest days, a father orbits mother & child like a hairy, faithful satellite. Reflecting a mother's glow, fathers, too, radiate parental luminosity resembling the Man in the Moon to Mother Earth, forever circling, a guiding light amidst the misleading darkness of the universe.
As the tantamount protector and provider assigned to each home, a man as a father braves the elements, the egos and the IRS to provide daily bread his family. To his family, he is the leading man in every scene; he protects us from traffic, from what's under the bed and even from ourselves. The wherewithall comes from him to patiently bear our risk: riding a bike, learning to drive, marrying. So heavy this assignment to shoulder--the door between love and the rest of the world. And how for him to even come close to the example set by the first father, our heavenly Father?
That's when a father becomes a dad.
More than a mere sire, brute love is stuffed between those three palindrome letters. Dads hunt the world to find the best love to bring home to his children, who then use that love to climb on and wrestle with. Dads prank. Dads eat leftovers. Dads lay down the law. Dads even love in their sleep; ask any child who pulls up a dad's eyelid while he's resting on sofa. He leads his children by example, who will echo his legacy the rest of their days. Every dad bequeaths his knowledge, his skill, his wit and his faith, for these are the only items a man really posesses. And every time a child looks at his or her dad, there shines the greatness that every dad spends the rest of his life living up to.
In his earliest days, a father orbits mother & child like a hairy, faithful satellite. Reflecting a mother's glow, fathers, too, radiate parental luminosity resembling the Man in the Moon to Mother Earth, forever circling, a guiding light amidst the misleading darkness of the universe.
As the tantamount protector and provider assigned to each home, a man as a father braves the elements, the egos and the IRS to provide daily bread his family. To his family, he is the leading man in every scene; he protects us from traffic, from what's under the bed and even from ourselves. The wherewithall comes from him to patiently bear our risk: riding a bike, learning to drive, marrying. So heavy this assignment to shoulder--the door between love and the rest of the world. And how for him to even come close to the example set by the first father, our heavenly Father?
That's when a father becomes a dad.
More than a mere sire, brute love is stuffed between those three palindrome letters. Dads hunt the world to find the best love to bring home to his children, who then use that love to climb on and wrestle with. Dads prank. Dads eat leftovers. Dads lay down the law. Dads even love in their sleep; ask any child who pulls up a dad's eyelid while he's resting on sofa. He leads his children by example, who will echo his legacy the rest of their days. Every dad bequeaths his knowledge, his skill, his wit and his faith, for these are the only items a man really posesses. And every time a child looks at his or her dad, there shines the greatness that every dad spends the rest of his life living up to.
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