Monday, August 21, 2017

The Wonderful Eclipse... and Scoot Booty

So I have been annoyed with all this eclipse hype. I just remember a partial eclipse during my high school years that did not live up to the hype. But I was all excited about others being excited.

And I was more excited about someone who was a bit more important than this eclipse:

Scoot Booty.

But back to the eclipse. Did you get out there and see it?

I did. I saw it through a piece of paper.

And that's as good as it got.

Nope... someone put 4 holes in a sheet of paper and we saw 4 crescents.

Oh joy...

It made me happy enough... for a few minutes. I told people that I would've been happier if it got pitch black outside and it started lightning real bad and I heard some loud roars.


*everybody running like hell from the monsters*

Yes,  that would've made me more excited.

But something else happened that made me 1000 times happier.

Scoot Booty! 

I had to throw on some scrubs like I was on the medical drama shows...

And you can tell I don't know what I'm doing... that doggone mask kept coming undone. Sigh.

But it was worth it.

Because I saw the birth of Nephew #3 on Stardate 2017.19.08!!


Better known as Notorious J!!

Or as I have been calling him the last couple of days, Scoot Booty.  I call him that because he is a preemie and his little booty LITERALLY fits in the palm of my hand.

So amazing.

This is not a Milk and Cookies production, aka, my brother's baby.

This is a Kentucky production. So I guess we can call him Kentucky 2.0 also. 

(I love nicknames).

You know I took a gazillion pictures, many of which I will use to embarrass Scoot Booty.  I have some great posts coming. Yes indeed. So stay tuned.

And stay tuned for the sweepstakes drawing tomorrow. Comment to win!

Friday, August 18, 2017

Friday Freestyles

It is Friday!

Freestyle Friday!

And it has been a long long GOOD day.  That is a good thing, because I LOVE it when my day goes by super fast. I like to get to work, look up and go  "Wow! It's time to go!"

That makes for a good day.

Alright, I talked with the military chick who does my official drawings and she will pull the winners on TUESDAY. So the contest runs until Today. Make your comments on today's post through
Monday... something like that. You will figure it out.

I would talk about the politics, but nope. It is such a... show. And we know it. I am sure there will be much more to think about last 

I don't think I ever talked about the workshop I attended last weekend. It was a legacy memoir workshop, and that was great. I can write my own story much better, which helps out much on blog.

But the place where it was held...

Farmview Market out in Madison Georgia.

I say "out" because it was way out in the countryside, a good hour from my house, way out past the  city's eastside. Waaaaaaaay out.

Out in "the country" as the old folks like to say.

And you can tell too from the pictures.

Not a doggone skyscraper in sight! Nope! I was 60 miles from downtown Atlanta, that's for sure!

And they have a huge meeting room that our writers group can use for free.

What was great is the place supplied free ICE.

And you KNOW how I feel about ice.

The best times were break times... that gave us a chance to explore the market!

I saw some things I liked:

How wonderful is that?

Then I saw something I didn't like:

Pure worm Castings! What the heck is that? I didn't bother to look it up.  I ASSUME it's some fertilizer. I can't imagine what else it's used for.

But I enjoyed the workshop. I made sure to get up early and leave the house (by 8:50 a.m. instead of my intended 8:30 a.m.) and I got there on time - 10:00 a.m.  However, the workshop didn't start until 11:00 a.m. so low and behold I was an hour early! Imagine that!

Then I thought it was a two hour workshop, but it was a five hour workshop!


I think I was just focused on getting there!  And I did. And I am glad of it.

And  I will be getting back there.

Song of the Week.  I have TWO great ones. I heard both this past week, and both are hail from the early 90's.

"Sending My Love" by Zhane

"Love's taken Over" by Chante Moore.

(I tell you... aren't you thankful that HD is the norm these days?  Because these videos. SMH)

Oh my! Those songs bring back some memories. If you're my age, you can remember where you were and what you were doing when those songs were hot.

That is it for me.

Look, DO NOT be discouraged by all the chaos going on.  Create your own peaceful space. That is and always be my goal. No matter what's going on in politics, take life day by day, and give strength to the great things that happen that day in your life. That is my plan. Yes, it is.

On that note, have a great weekend!

On purpose.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

A Special Birthday Month!

No it's not my birthday month. But it's my brother and sister's birthday month.

Happy 30th Birthday to Kari (Milk and Cookies), and Happy 36th Birthday to Kentucky.

(Today is actually Kentucky's birthday!)

I wanted to post my favorite picture of us. No, it is not a recent one, but it is one from some 29 or 30 years ago.

That picture is SO funny to me. We were so young. I was only 19, and I think Kentucky was 6 or 7, and Kari had just turned 1. (He was past 1. Maybe 18 months).  Kari had just learned to walk, no run, and I had to be sure to carry him. Whenever I put him down, he would take off running!  And it got old trying to chase him down before he fell down or ran into something.

That day, Kari told his first joke. The photographer said  to me, while posing us for the picture, "You got started early didn't you?"

I was bit perturbed by this, as people always thought (and still think) my brother and sister are my kids. "No, this is my brother and sister."

"Yes I is, Lisa," my brother yelled. "Yes I is!"

Meaning Yes I am your child.

The look I gave that boy as he fell out laughing. He was full of giggles.

Lawd. How upset that made me. And not to mention the awful look the photographer gave me. He looked at me like I was a liar.  

Kentucky had her own special brand of issues that day, namely her fascination with her arm on my shoulder. She thought propping her arm on someone shoulder like she did was a way of putting a curse on them.

(I to this day have NO idea where she got that whole idea from. NONE).   

And I myself was suppose to take a picture with my boyfriend that day, but I was mad at him. I snatched up my little brother and sister instead.

I am so thankful I did because that is the only picture I have us all together.

That is such a special memory, that day.

And over the past 30 years, it has been a pleasure to see them go and grow and do great things.

It makes my thoughts of them on their birthdays all the more special!

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Roots and Fruits (Book Review of Small Great Things)

Oh once again, we are EMBROILED in chaos.

I am so sick of it. Ugh. Thank goodness I can just turn off the TV and do something constructive and valuable.

But all of this has reminded me of a book I read.

Not all of, but the sight of white nationalists in their sane outfits - not dressed in their golf gear. So odd. Or is it?

And with that said... fellas, the Klan wore hoods for a reason. Maybe ya'll should have worn them, because ya'll got put on blast on social media. Some of ya'll lost your jobs SAD).

But like I said, it reminded me of a book I read this winter.

Jodi Picoult's Small Great Things.

I like Jodi Picoult. She is not my favorite author, but she's on the list somewhere, easily in the top 20. I have read a few of her books, maybe 5 or 6. But anything I've read by her is entertaining and full of great themes and lessons to be learned. And I write long fiction in the same way she writes it, where each chapter is an alternating point of view. In her books, there are usually two or three main characters and the story moves along well from each point of view. I love reading and writing in that style.

So with that said, the story she tells in this novel is intriguing... and timely for days like this.

It's too hard to summarize the story without revealing the plot. But in a nutshell, it's based on a true story. It's about an black OBGYN nurse who is prohibited from caring for a newborn infant because the white supremacist father requested that no african-american nurses tend to his baby. Well, some unfortunate events take place and the nurse finds herself on trial, and the whole efficacy of the request by the father comes into question. The story is told from three points of view: the baby's father, the nurse, and the nurse's lawyer.

First of all, from the picture above, you can see that the author is white. But I tell you one thing, she was so very accurate when writing the experience of the black nurse, namely, the experiences that black women face in this country. I saw so much of myself in this character, in what I go through and how I am treated. It was painful to read Ruth's story, but more painful to read the detailed nuances. I saw where Jodi Picoult said that she had over 100 hours of interviews with black women, and that's how she understood and captured the essence of the character.

But the character who shocked me most, and what's also related to what goes on now, namely, what we all witnessed this weekend:

The portrayal of the white supremacist father.

So when I saw this weekend's chaos, I thought about the book.

The author goes into extreme detail concerning the who, what, where and why of how the father developed his views.

It was shocking just reading the whole radicalization process.

Because let's face it... no one becomes that way overnight. NOPE.

Everything is about process. EVERYTHING.

I'd never read anything like that before. So when I saw all these men this weekend carrying their tiki torches and dressed all conservatively in the pressed khakis and golf shirts, I thought "Yeah, unh-hunh, I know what's up."

And I'm glad I read that book. Because, yes, I know what's up. I got a glimpse into the whole white nationalist mindset. And it was NOT pretty. But it was necessary.

That's the best book by her that I have read. She stated in her afterword that  she knew she was a white woman of privilege and she was writing it to white people so that they could understand what  racism is about (And her afterword was one of the most powerful I have ever read in a book. WOW).

And it has helped me understand the whole white supremacist mindset.  And it's a bunch of craziness.

This is my thing: you know the tree by the fruit that it bears. And the fruit produced in this case is beyond suspect. If the fruit is rotten and full of hate, well....

And when I saw this weekend's events unfold... I just shook my head.

And thought of this book.

And when I saw our beloved President's attitude towards it all?

I folded my arms and just shook my head.

And I thought of this book. 

Oh what manner of fruit hangs from this tree!

That's all I got to say about that.