Posts Tagged ‘donations’

   Central Whidbey Cooperative Preschool teacher Tami Aparicio (fifth from left, back row) hangs out with her lil’ buddies. (Photo courtesy Mandi Murdy)

Won’t someone think about the children?

Central Whidbey Cooperative Preschool, a beloved local institution for more than 40 years, has helped generations of children grow, and its work continues.

CWCP, which is a non-profit, is getting ready for its biggest fundraiser of the year, the “Wine, Bids & Co-op Kids” event Mar. 24.

The event, an evening of appetizers, music and a silent auction, will run from 6-8 PM and is intended for those 21 and older.

The funds raised go to lower the cost of tuition for enrolled families, replenish the CWCP scholarship fund and purchase school supplies.

There are numerous ways for the public to help, from buying tickets (just $10 a pop), bidding on items, and through donations, either monetary or with items which can be auctioned off during the evening.

No item is too big or too small, and could include just about anything — homemade, hand-crafted, a service, gift certificates, gift baskets, etc.

All donations are 100% tax deductible, and individuals and organizations will be acknowledged at the event, on Facebook and through a public message to the families which use CWCP.

Plus, if you donate an item for the auction, you nab two tickets to the event for free.

To purchase tickets or make donations, contact Mandi Murdy at 360-632-2069, Tami Aparicio at 360-632-5071 or email cwcpfundraising@gmail.com.

And to get a feel for everything the co-op preschool accomplishes, pop over to:


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Your pocket change can push me over the goal line. (David Stern photo)

I’m never getting that indoor/outdoor swimming pool with the waterfall in the middle.

That’s just reality.

Maybe if I was writing about food like my sister, or if I could churn out best sellers like Stephen King.

But, when I chose to focus on small town sports, I kind of knew the closest I was ever coming to a waterfall was rigging a garden hose over the back door.

So be it.

But while I’m not here for the money, I do need some pocket change to pay my (very pared-down) bills.

I’m managed to stay out of the dish pits for two-plus years now (my fingers say a silent prayer of thanks each night), and I’d like to keep it that way.

This past weekend, from Friday night to early Sunday evening, I was able to cover CHS football and girls soccer games in person and churn out 10 articles, something I couldn’t have done if I was juggling a “real world” job with Coupeville Sports.

Right there, waiting for you to marinate in while you ate breakfast Saturday, was an in-depth and first-hand account of the Wolves epic gridiron shellacking of old-school rival La Conner.

After that, the articles kept coming, from a cancer fundraiser to a feature on a Wolf cheerleader with Downs Syndrome to a look at Coleby Fleming’s aerial adventures in Norway.

Plus cross country, volleyball and soccer results (mere moments after play finished), fresh football stats, league standings for all CHS varsity teams and much, much more.

I’m not going to be modest here.

I am your fastest, most in-depth (some might say obsessively so) news source on Whidbey Island, and I give it to you without a pay wall.

Want to support me? Great. Want to read for free? Great.

As this new school year kicks into gear, I’m going to make one fundraiser plea.

I’m not a TV evangelist. I won’t be back asking for more each week.

Plus, I mean, I don’t have enough hair anymore to slick it back, Joel Osteen-style, anyway.

One request, and then we all move on with our lives.

And it’s this — if you like what I do, if you appreciate what I do, if you want to help make sure what I do continues, think about showing that support.

Your donations, whether they are one-time or repeating, are the life blood of Coupeville Sports.

Whether it’s loose pocket change or enough to build that swimming pool (I can dream…), you make all of this possible.

If you’re so inclined, there’s a donation button at the top of the blog.

If you don’t like PayPal, my mailing address is 165 N. Sherman, Coupeville, WA 98239, or you can slip something into my pocket at a game (though maybe not your discarded candy wrappers).

OK, that’s it.

I appreciate your support more than you know, and this is the last time this school year you’ll hear me asking for donations.

After this, I’ll be too busy writing real stories.

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   Won’t someone think of the children?!? Your donation today can keep me from returning to the work of my younger days.

We’re about to hit a major milestone.

Next Saturday, Aug. 12, marks the five-year anniversary of Coupeville Sports and, together, we’ve accomplished quite a bit.

The local newspapers have a job to do, and they do it well. In particular, Jim Waller at the News-Times is my Mr. Miyagi, and I have great respect for his work.

But, what we’ve concocted over here on the fringes of journalism, me the writer and you the reader, is its own thing.

No one else is as fanatical about Cow Town, or as prone to writing about it at 2 AM.

Through 5,417 articles, a book (get your copy today!) and side projects like creating the CHS Wall of Fame or working on football and (coming soon) basketball record boards, we’ve sparked a revolution.

And Coupeville Sports isn’t fading away anytime soon.

I hit a rough patch a few months back, and thought about walking away, but cleared my head and realized other things in my life needed to change, not my writing.

So, as we head towards another school year — fall sports practice begins Aug. 16, with the first game Sept. 1 — I am newly re-energized and ready to drive Athletic Director Willie Smith bonkers with 10,001 emails a day.

Through these five years, the thing which has driven me forward, which continues to lift me up, has been your support.

Whether financial or a pat on the back (or, sometimes, just a good kick in the rear…), knowing you’re reading, you care and you’re appreciative, is huge.

Since leaving Christopher’s on Whidbey two summers back, I have scraped out a living solely as a writer.

While I’m not getting that indoor/outdoor swimming pool with a waterfall in the middle anytime soon, I haven’t missed my rent (my landlord thanks you) and my middle-aged fingers don’t miss the dish pits.

As I fire back up for a new school year, this is a perfect opportunity to be the wind beneath my wings.

If you’ve ever thought about supporting Coupeville Sports, my writing and researching, now is a perfect time.

Buy an ad ($100 for the life of the blog), purchase a copy of Bow Down to Cow Town or flip a few bucks my way.

There’s a large Donate button on the top right of the blog or you can mail something to 165 N. Sherman, Coupeville, WA 98239 or stuff dollar bills in my pockets in person.

I’ve never charged to read Coupeville Sports, and never will. If you want to read it for free, so be it.

But, if you want to be one of David’s Best Ever Friends, even better.

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Deb Smith, seen here with son Jacob at the state track meet last spring, is leading a drive to help Coupeville's homeless.

   Deb Smith, seen here with son Jacob at the state track meet last spring, is leading a drive to help Coupeville’s homeless.

Deb Smith spends a lot of time outside running.

Now the fitness enthusiast and Wolf mom is racing to lead an effort to help provide for homeless in Coupeville this holiday season.

She’s hoping to collect:

Socks and gloves
Hats and beanies
Sleeping bags
Wool blankets
Hygiene items
Non-Perishable food items
Gift cards (food or coffee)

Smith would like to pull everything together by Dec. 18, and she plans to supplement everything with home-baked cookies as well.

For more info or to donate, call or text Smith at (360) 731-7619.

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I’m not wearing pants in this photo. If I had a “real” job, I’d have to wear pants.

Everything about Coupeville Sports is irrational.

If I was being rational, I wouldn’t have thrown a hissy fit when the Coupeville Examiner sold itself to the same Canadian newspaper conglomerate that already owned the Whidbey News-Times and South Whidbey Record and stomped off to start this blog in August, 2012.

Of course, when years of my freelance stories (many of which were never paid for) got deleted in a single keystroke, it was fairly easy to feel all pissy and self-righteous.

If I was being rational, I would have accepted one of the overtures I have received since then, and taken my writing skills back inside the conventional newspaper industry.

But once you get a taste of freedom, with its double-exclamation point headlines, you can’t go back. Or, at least, I doubt I could.

While Coupeville Sports has never made me rich (focusing on a small town in the middle of nowhere apparently is not catnip to national advertisers), I have gotten far more enjoyment out of the last 43 months than I did out of the previous 15 years of freelance writing.

Now, for the first 33 months of this blog, I balanced it with a “real” job at Christopher’s on Whidbey, which helped pay the bills.

Last May I decided to take some time off, mainly to help my fingers, which are kinda, sorta important to writing.

Dish-washing and onion peeling are brutal on the hands, and, while owner Andreas Wurzrainer was exceedingly helpful when it came to juggling schedules so I could cover sports, three-plus years in the pit was more than enough.

Having never been without a “real” job for longer than 2-3 weeks since I was a pre-teen (my dad enjoyed having his children work for his window washing/carpet cleaning business), taking what I thought would be a month or two off seemed quite exciting.

Then, things happened, my personal life imploded (I’ll spare you the details) and I developed a serious resistance to plunging back into the “real” job world, something that has only intensified in the months that followed.

So, I doubled down on Coupeville Sports, greatly expanding my coverage, both in terms of what I covered in person and how in-depth I’ve gone.

I sold all my DVDs (2,500+), radically reduced my bills (rent, propane, internet and car insurance on “The Beast That Will Not Die” is all I have), finally got an EBT card and have managed to stay one (small) step ahead for almost 10 months now.

During that time, I have been a regular at middle school games, hitched rides with people to cover stuff on the road, written a billion (give or take one or two) birthday articles and gone extensively into local sports history in a way not done before.

With all due respect to the local newspapers, and my mentors like Jim Waller and Keven Graves, I offer something they don’t have the time, patience or desire to do.

They have to juggle two towns, they face deadlines, they have to be more professional, than I do. Comes with the job.

They are the dad sitting in the easy chair, reading the paper and occasionally looking over it to tell you what’s going on in the world. And don’t get me wrong, they are very good at what they do, and they fill an important role.

I have no desire to see the newspapers go away.

But me?

I’m the little kid who has crawled up to the top of the fence, and then, as I’m rocking back and forth, trying not to crack open my head, bellows “Hey, hey, hey, guess what I heard?!?!?!?”

I’m the gossip guy, the builder of myths, the nickname-giver, the idiot who is entertaining himself (and hopefully a few others).

Still tick off some people (especially if they live in South Whidbey and are softball fans), but hopefully have mellowed a bit. But just a bit.

In the end, all my writing, all the photos, all the hyperventilating hyperbole is meant to do one thing — to make all the other towns, and their athletes and coaches, jealous.

If they lived in Coupeville, they’d be immortalized.

But they live in Darrington, or Seattle, or, God help them, the wilds of South Whidbey, and they’re lucky to get one story a year.

We may not have as many championships as other towns, but we’re damn sure going to be the kings and queens of story-telling.

When our kids, the kids you raised and the kids I wrote about, graduate and move on, they will be able to look back and say “I was part of something special, something that hadn’t happened before.”

At least I’d like to think so.

But then, I’m an unemployed idiot, so take everything I say with a grain of salt, maybe.

And now we get to the point of all of this (’bout freakin’ time…) ranting and raving.

As we sit here in the middle of March, I have hit the wall.

Even with my sparse bills (did I mention I don’t waste money on cigarettes, booze or Netflix?), I either need to get some help or I will need to return to the “real” working world before the month is done.

Either way, Coupeville Sports is not going anywhere. And I will never charge you to read my stories like the newspapers do.

But, if I go back to “real” work, coverage will change.

Birthday stories and a lot of the deep history stories will most likely have to be cut. I won’t have the time.

Covering events in person, which allows me to be much more creative than merely writing off of emails from coaches (with the exception of David and Amy King, who spin beautiful stories while riding school buses), could be greatly affected, depending on the time constraints of a real job.

I would prefer to remain a “shiftless bum,” with writing my main priority.

If you want to help, there are three ways.

Donations, either one-time or monthly, are greatly appreciated. There is a handy button on the top right of this blog, I have a mailbox (165 Sherman, Coupeville, WA 98239) or you can slip something in my pocket at a game.

Not your wadded up candy wrapper, maybe, but you get the point.

I also sell ads (they go down the right side of the blog) for $100, and, once purchased, are good for the life of the blog.

Yes, yes, yes, selling them once raises less money than repeatedly charging people (I know how advertising works), but it’s how I started and it wouldn’t be fair to those who supported me in the beginning to change the rules now.

Irrational, maybe. Loyal, definitely.

The third option is to have me write stuff for your business, like I do with places such as Ashley’s Design and The Pacific NorthWest Art School.

Typically I charge $30 for an article per month (topic of your choosing) or, if you sign up for a year and hand me $300, I’ll give you two free months.

Heck, I’ll write the Christmas letter you send to family, if you like. Make lil’ Johnny and Sally sound like superstars!

Coupeville Sports, in all its irrational glory, has always been what we all make of it. And that will always hold true.

We’ll keep moving forward, and see where this wacky ride ends up going.

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