My hair is now about 4.5’' all around stretched which is gorgeous. However, just looking at it now I realize that the moment I became truly comfortable with how it looked was the moment that I because a natural! Good luck to anyone else out here starting this journey. TBK
This book's plot was extremely different from anything I had read before. Gaby is proposed to by three men and decides that yes she is going to get married on Christmas Day. However, no one including the groom knows who she is marrying.
The suitors are all best friends as well as best friends with Gaby and know her personality. They love her for it and are willing to let things play out. During the course of getting ready for the wedding we meet her children and their families. We become familiar with the way they interact amongst themselves, with Gaby and the love that they have for each other.
I loved the way things happened and didn't happen. It was a very easy entertaining read. As always James Patterson has produced characters that I can envision in my mind. A nice Christmas read!
This was not his regular story but I enjoyed it all the same. Jake goes back in time to stop the Kennedy assasination. Along the way he has many things thrown in his way as the past tries to stop him from changing it. As he contemplates the changes he has no idea what ramifications await him.
The book is a longer novel and is not a quick overnight read. It took me awhile to finish it however that was not because I was uninterested.
The characters, scenes and times were fully described and felt real. Stephen King does an excellent job of crossing the time barrier not only in speech but the ideology of the 60's. I'm sure that part alone was time consuming but it was mastered perfectly.
A great read!
So I decided after all this time that I would attempt to learn French again. It just felt like the right time and it is going so much smoother this time. Amazing after 4 years of German in high school which I spoke fluently and 2 years of Spanish in college which I was getting good at that I can even pick this up.
I am getting slightly confused on some of the words but greatly impressed by how much I have learned. What in the world made me decide to learn a language that no one in my household speaks? I mean no one will be able to have a conversation with me. No one will understand what in the world I am talking about… maybe that’s it.
It means that I will actively have to find other people to engage with. People who speak French as well and maybe just maybe I will be able to have a small life outside of my house and my pain. Granted I know I won’t be able to leave all the time but maybe a I can get a French pen pal. Hey maybe it might get my kids interested in it. Who knows??!!! All I know is that I felt like it was time to do this for me so I did and I am very excited and proud of how far I have come!
Wow now I have to enable French in MS word 
Only one night this week have I been able to sleep all night. It amazes me that no matter what time I go to sleep… what time I get up… how long I stay up… or if I take a nap I always seem to wake up at 4:00 am. It’s like clockwork.
I laughed as I told Terrence that maybe I am doing the “Amityville” thing. This illness is so unpredictable and makes me feel so inadequate sometimes. Can I not sleep because of the pain, the heat, the shivers, the feeling like something is crawling on me or the “princess in the pea” syndrome where everything underneath the sheets feels like it is made of rocks.
I don’t want to become a druggie. Where the only way I can get sleep and stay sleep is by popping a pill.
When I wake up I don’t want to bother anyone else and fear of walking downstairs consumes me. What if I fall and no one hears? What if I pass out and no one is there? This timing… this problem overwhelms me but what can I do except… deal with it.
Wow just deal……
After a 15 year absence a neighbor child showed up at my parents front door. I babysat her and her brother when she was little. She spent many hours and days at my parents home. When my mother looked in her face and remembered her she cried and cried.
The most amazing thing is that she remembered everything about the family. My sister, brother and myself. Her brother had apparently stopped by last year but my parents weren’t home.
I began to tear up as my mother told me this story. I told her that it was the difference between a family and a home! My daughters friends come to my home now just to visit. They said they loved coming to my house. This makes me ecstatic. It means that I am following in the footsteps of my parents. That I have made a profound effect on these kids. On the lives of kids that may not have had the same wonderful home life that I had.
I feel so blessed to know my parents are the people I want to be and that I am also becoming just like them… wonderful loving, kind, caring parents!
I watched several clips today of people talking about the lower class. The poor people, the moochers, the raccoons one said. I am so distressed by the way our country is headed. One of the articles stated that 99% of America’s poor had a refrigerator as if having one is a luxury. God forbid that you have a fridge to put your food in after you buy it.
The biggest problem is that the rich and upper class have become so detached from reality that they don’t see that this is a human problem. If for some reason the “moochers” stopped working for a week, their worlds would stop. Who would cut your grass, clean your house, serve you at the restaurant you eat dinner at, ring up your groceries, collect your garbage, watch over your kids at the water park?
Every day some new person comes out ranting about how people need to stop getting a free ride and actually do something instead of wanting the upper 2% to pay more taxes. I don’t believe any of these people have even looked at the people they are asking to pay more. Many have no cars, no homes, no savings. They are living week to week not because they aren't hard workers but because they don’t make enough to save anything. If it was possible for them to switch places for a week with one of them, they would probably be singing a different tune.
Where has our humanity gone… because it definitely isn’t in the Home of the free!
