Eye for an Eye...

I know it is hard to believe but during my hiatus from life as I knew it, i.e. healing from surgery, I didn't read much online.  I was not online much.  I did not really watch the news...there rarely is any good news.  I read some books on my NOOK Tablet...which I was stoked to be able to do, but I really removed myself from current events as much as possible...with the exception of Ellen.

ANYWAY...today I start reading the news online again.  Guess I am feeling up to dealing with the sadness that exists outside of my little box.  This article, 2 Charged in 9 yr. old Ala. Death is the first article that I run across and am instantly reminded of why I stopped reading the news.  Or watching it.  Or listening to it.

I will let you read it for yourself and form your own opinion about the situation, but when I read it outloud to Sister, she said, they should make the Grandma run for 3 hours and see how she does.  Which brought to my attention, the philosophy, eye for an eye.  Now...this theory or opinion or feeling, is very specific to every individual...and I am sure that I could write a whole blog on the death penalty alone...but it more or less made me wonder what my readers thoughts about the situation.  Really?  We can put them in jail for theoretically murdering this child, and feed them and educate them and so on and so forth, but what does that solve?  There are certain situations that I absolutely believe an eye for eye is the way to go.  Go back to the old days before the laws started protecting the criminals more than the people who were harmed.  I don't know that I feel that way about all situations but in this particular case, yes, I would like the Grandmother and the Step-Mother (where the hell is the mother anyway?) to run for 3 straight hours and then see how they feel.  Unfortunately, they would probably survive and it would solve nothing, but this article not only makes me really angry at these people and our system, but it angers me more that there are people with perfectly healthy children, who should never be allowed to have children.  And there are people who are doing everything they humanly can to have children and can't because for whatever reason, they aren't supposed to.  Infuriates me actually. 

So you tell me...eye for an eye?  How do you feel about this? 

Sophia Grace & Rosie

I don’t typically do “shout outs” unless something is a really big deal. Or put something on my own Blog to promote unless I really love it… (See Adele, RumChata, certainsongs, etc.) So with that being said Iam giving a big shout out to two little girls who got me through some pretty rough days.

At Casa de Mama’s (my momma’s) recovery center we watched, without fail, Ellen, every single day. Everyone should watch her. She is good stuff. In a day and age when you turn on the TV and see nothing but bad, sad news, she is truly a bright spot and creates a lot of happiness in what she does.

One day I went to lay down right about the time Ellen wascoming on, I know…shame on me. I could hear parts of it but could not see it. Mom and Terry were cracking up over these two little girls, I had no idea what they were doing, I missed it, but they loved them. Then I saw something on my friend Julia Roberts Ramirez Burke’s FB page about becoming a fan of Sophia Grace. Ok, I’m thinking now I have to check this girl out because I love Julia and she loves Sophia and I will do whatever Julia says. Not really, but she will get a kick out of that.

So I became a fan on Facebook, then proceeded to do a search on YouTube and finally got caught up on my newest obsession, two little people from jolly ole’ England!

I don’t really need to give them much introduction, you just have to watch and see, but I have included my favorite videos from the Ellenshow…so please feel free to watch the remainder of their videos at your leisure.

Before I go, a HUGE, very SPECIAL THANK YOU to Sophia Grace and Rosie for making my recovery period a little bit easier to deal with. When I needed to laugh, I put their video on. When I needed to smile, I turned their videos on. I sincerely hope that the stupid media and fame and all that comes with it do not ruin the innocence of these two beautiful little people. I wish them the best of luck in their future endeavors and I hope they remain the best of friends! This is kind of a big deal, but I have added meeting them to my "bucket list." I know...I said it was kind of a big deal.

The Tender Bar

I cannot take credit for the title as it really is the title of a book I read many many moons ago, but I loved it so much that I went out and bought a bar.  That is so not true.  Not even close.  I have always loved bars.  Always thought I wanted to own one.  One of my BFF's and I had discussed going into business together for several years when I lived in Minnesota...what a pipe dream that was.  The truth is I bought a bar because some man named Gary said I would never make it work.  I had to prove him wrong.  I think I did.

Okay, so it turned out to really happen.  And it was the hardest things I have ever ever done.  For various reasons.  Because it was in Maquon, because I was me, because no one had done well in it for a long time, because it had a bad reputation, because my family would be helping...endless this list is.

I have been blogging for a long time and have never really typed about it.  Any part of it really.  I suppose Freud could find lots of reasons for why I haven't written about it, but who really cares, I am now.

What most people don't know is what happened BEFORE the bar ever opened.  How many years it was discussed with me and many others about my desire to do run my own.  How badly I wanted food and the kitchen to be the spotlight.  How many countless hours I sat on Angie and Ernie's deck going over the Pro's and Con's.  I did not want it being called a Gay Bar...(funny it was sometimes,) I don't want people thinking I was given money to do this (whatever money I borrowed I paid back and AM STILL PAYING BACK,) I want it's success or failure to ride solely on me (and it did,) and the list goes on.  Countless hours.  Who's going to help me, etc. etc.