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I was sent this book a while ago to review and it was sitting on my reading stack until one day I decided to lay on the sofa and pull a blankie over me. It was just sitting there looking all lonely so I picked it up and started to read it.
I'm in the middle of it and it's interesting so based on what I know so far...I'd read from the author again.
Check it out: The Cutting Season
What are YOU currently reading?
I was in line at TJMaxx the other day and saw that shelf paper. There were two rolls in the package for $5.99.
I removed the shelves and lined the back of the medicine cabinet with the shelf paper. Now...whenever I open it (twice a day) it makes me smile! GO ME!
I was having breakfast with friends recently and someone asked me how long ago was it that I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I casually said, I was 23 and now I'm 43 so yeah...20 years.
And it hit all of us at the same time. I'm a 20 year survivor and hey...that's MAJOR.
Like...MAJOR.
Early detection is 100% CERTAINLY the reason I'm still here and I find myself sharing my story more and more with women so they know how important it is to make sure they go to doctor for physicals annually. I was blessed that I had really good insurance but I worry about those who don't so yeah...this is also the main reason I'm glad Planned Parenthood exists so women in economically poor areas have access to early detection too.
Well...that's kinda all I want to say.
Twenty years. WOW.
GO ME!
"The Coalition" Trailer - OFFICIAL from Team Sizzle Films on Vimeo.
Is YOUR desk neat currently?
How does one scare straight a suburban "cherished" kid who never, ever, ever sees what life can be like for those who are seriously struggling?
I love this feeling.
Have you run across one of these sign thingys lately which make you feel that it speaks to and for you pretty well?
I liked this look on Pinterest:
Then I realized I had similar pieces in my closet so I pulled them out and wore them together:
What do you think? How'd I do? I didn't have to buy a thing to get that look and it was comfortable.
So I caught the crud that's going around and I feel, well, cruddy. Runny / stuffy nose, fever, headache, cough. Yeah...all of that.
It started Wednesday night and by Friday...I was straight up sick.
HOWEVER...I had to go represent our film in Atlanta at the Urban Mediamakers Film Festival. At Team Sizzle we have this thing where we feel like our films need to have a representative wherever they are shown as long as we are the content owners. If you've ever been to a film festival and they ask for Q&A and the film doesn't have someone there, it looks really bad and yeah...we don't want that. AT.ALL.
And then...you always get to meet really cool people and have amazing conversations with independent filmmakers who are all trying to do the same thing you're doingand it kinda feeds the soul you know?
ALSO...we have to do as much as we can to support these smaller film festivals. They work hard to give independent filmmakers an opportunity to show their film to an audience and that's important. EXTREMELY important.
So I went even though I was sick. Flew in and then immediately after, flew out, took some Tussin and passed out.
And I've been some form of doped up ever since. Day Tussin. Night Tussin.
Tussin.
How's your Monday going so far? Are you having a good one? I hope so. I TRULY hope so!
Holla atcha girl. I'm posted up coughing.
So our microwave/hood died on Sunday. The Robinator was reheating something and smoke started pouring out of the hood part.
He turned it off and unplugged it. No sense in taking the chance it would blow up right?
Right.
So I'm upstairs and I start smelling something. I go down and he's flapping smoke so the smoke detectors don't go off.
Him: Well, our microwave died.
Me: Great.
Now...here's the deal. We've been waiting on a major something to break so we can replace all of the appliances. I mean...they work. Doesn't seem right to replace them if they're still working just for aesthetics. We're country. That's how our brains work.
But I'll be darned if we were thinking it would be the microwave first. I mean...that's not really a major thingy in the grand scheme of major appliances.
*sigh*
So I immediately start thinking about what we're going to do and I decided that we're just going to replace the microwave in the color I want the new appliances to be, which is black.
I tell The Robinator.
Me: Well, we need to replace it.
Him: Okay. I'll start researching the best one.
Me: *crickets*
I walk back upstairs resigned to say NOTHING!
SIP: You know he's gonna research it for three months right?
Me: Well, hopefully not that long.
SIP: How's that doorbell situation?
Me: *sigh*
SIP: Yeah...you'll be using a lot of foil and the oven for a minute.
What say YOU? Is this normal in YOUR home too?
A couple of weeks ago The Robinator was out at the park for one of his long runs. He noticed a boy with an adult man and got a weird something kinda other feeling about them. There was a weird hug going on. He kept looking at them to see if anything else jumped out at him but nothing did. He kept running thinking that yeah...nothing was wrong with the kid and it was probably a son and his father hanging out.
Then he started wondering...what if something else HAD jumped out at him. What would he have done? I mean...even if it's something weird it could still very well be the kid's father or relative right? What do you do?
When he told me this I remembered a week or so earlier when I dropped E off to his Boy Scout meeting. I felt weird leaving him there with men and other boys. Not that anything weird popped off via my spidey senses mind you...just knowing what I know about the world made me feel some kinda way. His mother would never have told me to leave him someplace unsafe so yeah...I left.
Then I came back early. Hey...it's E. My dude. I don't play with his safety.
Every now and then we randomly ask him questions out the blue.
Me: Hey...nobody has tried to do anything inappropriate with you right? Touch you in any way that creeps you out?
Him: (Looking at me like where did that come from????????) Um...nooooooo.
Me: Aiight. You know you can tell me anything no matter what anybody has told you. If they tell you some stupid ish like they'll hurt your mommy or something like that...you need to tell me because we will handle it. You know this right?
Him: Yeah.
Me: And you don't touch nobody inappropriately either. It goes both ways.
Him: I know.
And I know for a fact his mother has the same conversations with him all out the blue so yeah...the kid thinks we're all crazy but I figure I could pick up on an untruth if it's out the blue and he hasn't had an opportunity to prepare an answer.
I only recently (within the year) started saying the part about him not touching anybody after listening to a mother say that's what she used to always tell her son. That made perfect sense to me. Kids don't know until they're told and you want to make sure the right person is telling them the right thing. If they don't know any better they could mess around and do something that would end up ruining their lives and the lives of others. You know how it goes. We've all heard a story or two.
I said that to say I didn't know what to tell Robby about how he should have reacted had he felt something else weird from that kid and the man in the park. You don't want to stir a pot that doesn't have anyting in it but surely you should do something right?
Or it will haunt you if you see that baby's face on the news smiling from one of his school pictures when he was alive.
Heavy, heavy.
What say YOU?
Well? What did YOU think?
How are YOU feeling?
Have you ever had to vote for or against gambling in your state?
How'd you vote?
If your state voted FOR the gambling and it's been implemented...how do YOU think it's going?
Was / is gambling a good thing in YOUR opinion?
~ MMingo
~ MMingo
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