I won't pretend that I read/watch the news and know everything that's going on it 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.
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.
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...
It was January of 2012 when I took this picture. It was my attempt to say goodbye to my snacks and remember them as they were. I can't believe all these snacks were ever in my house all at once for this photo op. In my defense, I did not buy all of those. Some had been given to me weeks prior for my birthday.
I have wondered about green smoothies... I've eyeballed them and thought 50/50 "that looks gross" or "that's pretty!"
Thanks to my cousin Kamilah and another blogger friend BritishMumUSA, I've stepped out of my vanilla, strawberry and peanut butter smoothie box.
Today's writing prompt for the One Word Linkup is Forgotten or Ridiculous. I decided to share two posts that you can choose from where the words were used. Depending on what you're in the mood for, I've got funny and sentimental. Now you get to choose...
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.
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!
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 have a whole photo album of pictures I stole from home after I got married and my husband and I were moving out of the country. I can always remember how old I was by looking at my hair. This picture was taken on Christmas morning 1984. I was in the 9th grade and had just turned fourteen...
Remember my post a couple weeks (2 posts ago) about being vain? As you see I have no problem sharing this photo. There seems to be a difference in sharing a photo that you tried really hard to look good for and one that took no effort at all. 'Sup with that? Anyhoo... Let's talk eyebrows...
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.
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.
Behind the scenes of what looks beautiful but isn't very pretty. If I had known just five things, I wouldn't have said "yes" to being the mom of a fish tank and you'd never know my story...
I'm squeezing in a stream of consciousness post before my day gets hopping.
Oh it's already been hopping.
Here's that story...
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.
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...
I can’t believe how much it cost to get a passport. Geez. I guess the good news is that it doesn’t expire for a long time. But within that time, you might want to use it and get your monies worth.
So, we went to go apply for passports today. I’d been reminding Papa Bear that we needed to do this ever since we first planned our trip. I finally just let it go. If he wants to pay extra to rush them, then so be it. I stopped nagging.
Finally last week out of the blue he said he made an appointment for us to apply...
I'm linking up with Tuesday Ten where we are sharing the first ten post we wrote on our blogs.
My first ten posts on this website were written between June and October of 2010. Back then my URL was postconfidential(dot)blogspot(dot)com and my blog title was Sporadic Publication.
I signed my first post with my name backwards Aynek Noillag Nosnhoj.
I wrote in one ginormous paragraph and I had no readers. My mom and dad didn't even know about my blog.
So here we go.