Burger King recently released an anti-bullying video and it really hit home for me. It shows a young boy getting picked on in the fast food establishment and very few adults came to his defense. However, when the kitchen staff “bullied” their burgers, there were plenty of people standing up and demanding an un-assaulted sandwich. The dichotomy was remarkable.
Click on this link to the Trailer Raffle Story on Girl Camper. Follow the directions to buy tickets!
Last night was the women’s event at the mall so I had the rpod all decked out for some “Girl Camping”. The women LOVED it! I had a blast showing off the camper and visiting with some really great people.
The other day on Facebook, my dear friend whom I’ve never met...Uma Girish...posted about CONTROL. She spoke about how we struggle and manipulate and force ourselves and others and justify it to ourselves with statements like “I’m just trying to look out for everyone.” Or “If I don’t do it, no one will.”
Back in late December, I sent out an urgent prayer request for my sweet friends, Greg and Sean. Greg had come home from work on a Thursday night feeling achy and in less than 48 hours, he was life flighted to Denver, in a medically induced coma, and on life support with bags and bags of medicine and oxygen and tubes running in and out of his body. It was touch and go for quite a while.
I’ve worn glasses since 7th grade. My first pair were black with very narrow lenses like the popular “granny glasses” of the ‘60s. I remember how remarkable it was to actually be able to SEE. Mr. FixIt remembers the same thing with his first pair. We were both raised in homes without a lot of expendable income and for some reason...glasses seemed to be a luxury we could ill afford.
I made a dismissive comment yesterday about the Super Bowl halftime show being “stupid”. I didn’t realize at the time what a brouhaha the halftime show was on social media come Monday morning. My comment came mostly because there are so many other things all that money could go to that would benefit so many people in need.
When I went through the massive purge and downsized before I sold the Colorado house, the most difficult thing to part with were my books. I love books. I love the feel of paper between my fingers...the sound real paper makes when you turn the pages...the smell of a library or used book store. It’s one of the coziest things in the world.
I went into town yesterday to meet a friend from church. She and her family have recently purchased a converted school bus and they are making a drastic change in their lives. They’re going on the road as a family of five, living a Godly life, homeschooling their children along the way, and exploring the country. They’ve made a one year commitment and they’re so excited! I met with them to add my insight since I did that with a camper for two years....however, alone and without children.
Before I get into this subject, let me first get something straight...I adore my children and their families. I love my exes and their spouses and their kids. I love my new bonus family as my own. And, I’ve got to tell you...the bonus family is easier. Let me explain.
I always wanted to be the kind of grandma that everyone would flock to my house. We’d bake cookies and I’d fix their favorite meals. They’d drop in for visits...just because. We’d have barbecues in the summer and big family gatherings at the holidays. It would be comfortable and we’d be a close knit family.
I try to check in on my social media platforms at least once a day. Sometimes it is to answer questions or to acknowledge comments with a “❤️”. But, often it’s to check in on my own support systems. I have found a wonderfully loving and supportive grief community on Twitter, believe it or not. Something about Twitter’s 280 character limit keeps things short and to the point...little soundbites...little nuggets of truth from people who have been there, done that and are still upright.