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Be Careful of What You Dump On Those Who Are Listening to You!
Microblogging today with a few words of wisdom and a lot of Christopher....
There's bigger fish and then there's microblogging
The concept behind microblogging is to just write a few sentences of this and that, something you may have shared on facebook or didn't. BLOG about it, then you have a whole rambling post...
A Presumption Of Guilt
Excerpt: "Excuse me" the grandmother charged, "you're sitting in our chairs!" Not alarmed, I said, "Really? We've been sitting here all day." The grandfather yipped like a chihuahua right behind her, something about that's why they put their t-shirts on the chairs so people won't take them...
This is going to hurt me more...
Excerpt: It felt like a sauna in the gym. I didn't drink anything because I didn't want to need the restroom. I sat and sweat in there like a hostage, and had to put eye drops in my eyes every so often so I could blink...
I've literally been in the closet... that and other lifestyle changes
Apparently I'd rather clean my closet than blog these days. My son asked me if organizing my closet was my new hobby...
DWB - it's a thing...
Driving While Black... I remember allowing my brother to drive me around in my 1995 Mitsubishi Eclipse but I seldom let him borrow it. One day I had to run a quick errand to return something to a department store. My brother's friend rode along and I sat in the back seat. When we got to the store, I said, "I'll only be a few minutes" telling him that he didn't need to park. I hopped out of the car and ran into the store. When I came back outside, there was a police car sitting there but I didn't think anything of it. When I got back in the car, my brother had been questioned about whose car he was driving, why he was sitting there and why I ran into the store....
The Lollypop Throw Down
He willingly gave me each piece of chewed gum but didn't not want to relinquish the stick as if more candy would appear. In an attempt to redirect traffic to the water hose, Christopher had a dirty diaper and war broke out.
It's Mother's Day in July...
I’ve virtually written and crumpled several posts over the past couple weeks. But today everything was just right in Mama Bear’s world (headlines excluded) and that is when I like to write. Today’s weather and writing in it was like biting a piece of chocolate when I've been on a diet - except chocolate is never excluded on a diet.
Hot Flashes and a Rambling Brain
I didn't know what to title this one. I am up in the middle of the night taking advantage of a hot flash and a rambling brain. I'm talking about wine, allergies, asparagus pee, uninvited guests, To Kill a Mockingbird, the N-word, the Confederate flag and the KKK.
Belgian Waffles & South Carolina Moonshine
Well I finally got tired of my last post being my last post that looked my last post, so here I am with a new one fresh off of writer's block. While I was away, I changed my blog design for the 100th time. I wish I could paint and redecorate my office with a few strokes of html and css.
This Whole Blog Is A Masquerade
I won't pretend that I read/watch the news and know everything that's going on in the world. Most times I get my news from Facebook. Sometimes the stories and what people have to say about them slaps me in the face. It's the big stories, the stories that are close to home, the stories that have gone viral, and the ignorant comments shared about those stories that affect me the most.
Wordless Discipline
My mother is the strong silent type. If she ever had to say or do anything to get her point across, you had pushed her to her limit. Her eyes were her weapon. For very serious matters it was, "Wait until your daddy gets home." But for me, her eyes carried more weight than daddy's spanking ever would.
Photos in the Cloud
Sharing a post like this just got a little easier for me. A couple weeks ago, one of Apple's updates to the Mac (OS X Yosemite) included photos in the cloud. Now I don't have to email the iPhone photos to myself so that I can blog them. The only downside is that there's a lot of photos that I don't mean to keep forever. You know like pictures of my feet...
Mother of Son: Guilty as charged.
I had an aha moment and realized that husbands are helpless patients when they are sick because their mother's babied them.
I can just picture my mother-in-law as I was this weekend.
That moment when you're trying to read...
Yesterday, I wanted to keep Christopher inside to minimize his pollen exposure until he left for an outdoor birthday party. I was also trying to read a book and it was good!
The Secretary Has A Story
Hopefully if you're reading this post, you're picking up where I left off with my last one, A Photo Story featuring The Secretary.
If not, you're not missing any background story, except for knowing who "the secretary" is. While I was writing for the Finish the Sentence Friday prompt, I dug up a bit of history by asking my mom a question. By the time I got to "The Secretary" in my post - I had another story to tell.
I Get Ocean Withdrawal
I'm not a beach person per se, but I do love the look, the smell and the sound of the ocean.
I grew up just a few short hours from Myrtle Beach and Charleston, South Carolina. My family would go to the beach at least once during the summer for a day trip or a weekend and I was always in awe of the ocean.
I'm Vain...
This post took more than five minutes with all the bells and whistles ("pictures", bold, italics and spellcheck). But this was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post on being vain. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump.
A Terrible Privilege...
This post was unexpected. Almost a month ago I shared my story about a compassionate teacher with #1000Speak. My daddy shared it on Facebook several times. One of his friends commented how he could relate to my story because he had attended an all white school before schools were desegregated. He called it "a terrible privilege". I could relate.
Fake Reading...
I've been itching to come around and say hello, but there is one thing I cannot do and blog at the same time. I cannot read and blog. My niche should have been book blogging, but then I may not have as many friends...