I LOVE IpsyBag. They're fantastic. If I had to redo this, I'd get a little tripod.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Ipsy bag--May 2013 unbagging/unboxing video
WARNING: This is not my best camera work. It's rather... think Blair Witch Project. Knowing that, watch if you daaaare:
I LOVE IpsyBag. They're fantastic. If I had to redo this, I'd get a little tripod.
I LOVE IpsyBag. They're fantastic. If I had to redo this, I'd get a little tripod.
So much to say...
Graduation...
It's sort of like a merry-go-round. While you're playing, you're just pushing as hard as you can with your legs, hoping you don't trip and get dragged along like so many others. And then, finally, you jump on and you coast to the end. Except now you're giddy. And dizzy.
So you have to rest a minute before you can go through all that again.
I did record the experience for everyone on this thing I call "Facebook." With no further adieu (this post might get long) my graduation recollections:
May 8, 2013--The Day of The Last Exam: Landon walked in the door with flowers without being asked or told or reminded. He also gave me Meaningful Hug. Meaningful Hug is now one of my favorite expressions of Landon's affection as I received Meaningful Hug after I proposed, after I told him I loved him, and now, on the day I completed my last test.
When I handed in my last exam and I immediately burst into tears.
My friends commented some ridculously nice things about me.
May 12, 2013: Well, what I remember is being hooded, and telling Dean Romantz that I was super excited. And he replied, "You should be." And Dean Smith fluffed my hood from the back. I can't wait to get the professional pictures back.
And then, once I was alone, I cried. Some of it was a release from the stress of the day. Some of it was knowing that I will never see my classmates in one big grouping like that again. And regrettably, the thought occurred to me that it's very unlikely that we'll go another five years without one of us dying. I hope that none of us succumbs to the temptation of suicide, though. I suppose I'll find out soon enough.
I should learn to do one of those slideshow things so you can see the awesome photos of me in my amazinghood. Instead, however, I"ll show you the important part:
And I edited this to add the following picture. I'm the only one in a dapper hat:
I have some other stuff to update you guys on. I'll post about those separately, though!
It's sort of like a merry-go-round. While you're playing, you're just pushing as hard as you can with your legs, hoping you don't trip and get dragged along like so many others. And then, finally, you jump on and you coast to the end. Except now you're giddy. And dizzy.
So you have to rest a minute before you can go through all that again.
I did record the experience for everyone on this thing I call "Facebook." With no further adieu (this post might get long) my graduation recollections:
May 8, 2013--The Day of The Last Exam: Landon walked in the door with flowers without being asked or told or reminded. He also gave me Meaningful Hug. Meaningful Hug is now one of my favorite expressions of Landon's affection as I received Meaningful Hug after I proposed, after I told him I loved him, and now, on the day I completed my last test.
When I handed in my last exam and I immediately burst into tears.
My friends commented some ridculously nice things about me.
May 12, 2013: Well, what I remember is being hooded, and telling Dean Romantz that I was super excited. And he replied, "You should be." And Dean Smith fluffed my hood from the back. I can't wait to get the professional pictures back.
And then, once I was alone, I cried. Some of it was a release from the stress of the day. Some of it was knowing that I will never see my classmates in one big grouping like that again. And regrettably, the thought occurred to me that it's very unlikely that we'll go another five years without one of us dying. I hope that none of us succumbs to the temptation of suicide, though. I suppose I'll find out soon enough.
I should learn to do one of those slideshow things so you can see the awesome photos of me in my amazinghood. Instead, however, I"ll show you the important part:
And I edited this to add the following picture. I'm the only one in a dapper hat:
I have some other stuff to update you guys on. I'll post about those separately, though!
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
What does it mean to be Good?
I recently remarked that Sharaze's friend Heather was Good. That someone who didn't know her--someone like me--could judge her character by her effort to change herself and her habits, and her life situation, and also her choice in profession, and come to the conclusion that she was Good. And I stand by that statement: I have absolutely no doubt that Heather was Good.
Good people rarely get fame for being Good. I've tried to come up with a list of Famous Good People, and I realized that they come in such narrow categories that they're nearly "tropes." Famous Good people in the religious category might include The Pope (while I'm not Catholic, I like some of the character shown by the new Pope), Mother Teresa, prior to her death, maybe the Dalai Lama. I could name a lot of celebrity philanthropists, I'm sure. Famous Good politicians/public servants might include Bill Clinton, Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Thurgood Marshall, even George H.W. Bush and Ronald Reagan. Famous Good lobbyists...I can only think of one--Ralph Nader. Famous Good activists...MLK, of course. Morris Dees of the Southern Poverty Law Center, although he's only famous in some circles. Really, activists are just loud champions of really, really unpopular causes; at the end of the day they're still lobbyists.
At least once in modern history, someone became famous because he was Good, rather than because he fit into an easily definable category of religious leader or activist, or politician or public servant. And that individual, friends, is Mister Rogers.
I got sucked into this massive Mister Rogers tangent, rather than studying, because of an e-newsletter I get daily called "Now I Know." Usually the emails are a momentary diversion at best, but today's pulled at my heartstrings. It described a passage in Mister Rogers' book of letters from his viewers, "Does It Ever Rain In Your Neighborhood?" A five year old blind girl had written him, asking him to say when he fed his fish because she did not know when he did, and it worried her. Her father, writing for her, added that she cried when Mister Rogers did not say he was feeding them. From then on, Mister Rogers said out loud that he was feeding his fish.
My curiosity piqued, I looked up the book, and I read reviews of it. One of the reviews got me googling, and then, dear friends, I read one of the most touching articles I have ever had the pleasure of reading. Published in Esquire Magazine in 1998, written by Tom Junod--an author I had never heard of--the piece is entitled, "Can you say 'Hero'?" (While the point of this blog is to praise Mister Rogers, I must admit that I am now most curious as to what else Mr. Junod has written with such a skilled pen.)
Perhaps nothing more touching than this article in its entirety has ever been written. Or perhaps it is not Mr. Junod's skill that touches one, but rather Mister Rogers' humanity. In the article, many touching examples of Mister Rogers' amazing Goodness are related. Stories of humility, candor, patience, and kindness. Consideration for others; how other people experience the world. Wonder at amazing things. Indignant disgust at the uncouth. (Perhaps if I were playing Devil's Advocate, I would characterize Mister Rogers' criticism of commercial television as close-minded, but today I see his opposition as prophetic, given that it occurred during the 1960s.) Simple pleasures. Value in others.
While I encourage you to read every word of it and cry and laugh and ponder the life of a man brave enough to have such a quietly noble existence, I particularly want you to read the passage describing his acceptance speech for his 1997 Lifetime Achievement Emmy award.
And because I'm always thinking of my lazy readers, this is a video clip from that moment:
I've often told people how grateful I am for their help in my endeavors, mostly because I acknowledge that I was not created in a vacuum. As far as Good character traits go, I'm proudest of my gratitude (and I could write ad nauseum about virtues I covet but do not possess.), although I do like my 'forthrightness'. I think I'm going to send out graduation announcements with the Junod depiction of that acceptance speech. Because, in many ways, graduating from law school is my own little Lifetime Achievement Award. I don't know if I'll ever do anything quite so grand again. Sure, I'll always be an advocate, and I'll always be a learner, but when else in my life will I have the opportunity to really reflect on that? Probably not often. When next will someone hand me something to say, "Hey, kiddo, you did good," and allow me the pleasure of thanking them for the acknowledgement?
Maybe not ever again.
Oh, I doubt that I'm destined to never do "anything worth mentioning" again. I'm a wellspring of potential, we just don't know what's going to happen yet. But at the same time, as we were so recently reminded, all our days are numbered. In case I haven't been entirely clear as to what I hope the overall theme of my existence is, here goes:
It is highly unlikely that I will ever be as famous as Mister Rogers, at least unless I get in a lot of trouble. And, I'm okay with that. That man deserved every accolade he had ever been given.
So what does it mean to be Good? I think it varies by person, and I think there's multiple ways to get to Good. Service to others, even animals, is one way. Generosity is another. Even academic research that helps others might count. Mr. Rogers, in addition to being very service-oriented in his approach to his show, pretty much embodied all of the virtues. Patience, compassion, gentleness, diligence... I think all that counts.
Being Good is work, it's simply not something one can do in a passive manner. I feel it takes specific acts, done to your personal best, for the right reason. If you can't do some specific thing because of a limitation, keep thinking. Your opportunity to help will come.
So, be good.
Good people rarely get fame for being Good. I've tried to come up with a list of Famous Good People, and I realized that they come in such narrow categories that they're nearly "tropes." Famous Good people in the religious category might include The Pope (while I'm not Catholic, I like some of the character shown by the new Pope), Mother Teresa, prior to her death, maybe the Dalai Lama. I could name a lot of celebrity philanthropists, I'm sure. Famous Good politicians/public servants might include Bill Clinton, Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Thurgood Marshall, even George H.W. Bush and Ronald Reagan. Famous Good lobbyists...I can only think of one--Ralph Nader. Famous Good activists...MLK, of course. Morris Dees of the Southern Poverty Law Center, although he's only famous in some circles. Really, activists are just loud champions of really, really unpopular causes; at the end of the day they're still lobbyists.
At least once in modern history, someone became famous because he was Good, rather than because he fit into an easily definable category of religious leader or activist, or politician or public servant. And that individual, friends, is Mister Rogers.
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| Maybe a celebrity, but I feel it's derivative of his Goodness. |
I got sucked into this massive Mister Rogers tangent, rather than studying, because of an e-newsletter I get daily called "Now I Know." Usually the emails are a momentary diversion at best, but today's pulled at my heartstrings. It described a passage in Mister Rogers' book of letters from his viewers, "Does It Ever Rain In Your Neighborhood?" A five year old blind girl had written him, asking him to say when he fed his fish because she did not know when he did, and it worried her. Her father, writing for her, added that she cried when Mister Rogers did not say he was feeding them. From then on, Mister Rogers said out loud that he was feeding his fish.
My curiosity piqued, I looked up the book, and I read reviews of it. One of the reviews got me googling, and then, dear friends, I read one of the most touching articles I have ever had the pleasure of reading. Published in Esquire Magazine in 1998, written by Tom Junod--an author I had never heard of--the piece is entitled, "Can you say 'Hero'?" (While the point of this blog is to praise Mister Rogers, I must admit that I am now most curious as to what else Mr. Junod has written with such a skilled pen.)
Perhaps nothing more touching than this article in its entirety has ever been written. Or perhaps it is not Mr. Junod's skill that touches one, but rather Mister Rogers' humanity. In the article, many touching examples of Mister Rogers' amazing Goodness are related. Stories of humility, candor, patience, and kindness. Consideration for others; how other people experience the world. Wonder at amazing things. Indignant disgust at the uncouth. (Perhaps if I were playing Devil's Advocate, I would characterize Mister Rogers' criticism of commercial television as close-minded, but today I see his opposition as prophetic, given that it occurred during the 1960s.) Simple pleasures. Value in others.
While I encourage you to read every word of it and cry and laugh and ponder the life of a man brave enough to have such a quietly noble existence, I particularly want you to read the passage describing his acceptance speech for his 1997 Lifetime Achievement Emmy award.
And because I'm always thinking of my lazy readers, this is a video clip from that moment:
I've often told people how grateful I am for their help in my endeavors, mostly because I acknowledge that I was not created in a vacuum. As far as Good character traits go, I'm proudest of my gratitude (and I could write ad nauseum about virtues I covet but do not possess.), although I do like my 'forthrightness'. I think I'm going to send out graduation announcements with the Junod depiction of that acceptance speech. Because, in many ways, graduating from law school is my own little Lifetime Achievement Award. I don't know if I'll ever do anything quite so grand again. Sure, I'll always be an advocate, and I'll always be a learner, but when else in my life will I have the opportunity to really reflect on that? Probably not often. When next will someone hand me something to say, "Hey, kiddo, you did good," and allow me the pleasure of thanking them for the acknowledgement?
Maybe not ever again.
Oh, I doubt that I'm destined to never do "anything worth mentioning" again. I'm a wellspring of potential, we just don't know what's going to happen yet. But at the same time, as we were so recently reminded, all our days are numbered. In case I haven't been entirely clear as to what I hope the overall theme of my existence is, here goes:
I am grateful for the opportunities I have been presented with, scholastic and personal, and I appreciate the efforts of all who are responsible. I hope that I can "pay it forward", and that when others have the opportunity to reflect on those people who "have helped them to come to this night," that for some people, I am one of the people that they think about. I hope that in my twilight years, I will be able to reflect on what I have done, and on what I set out to do, and that I will have done what I set out to do: been the change I wish to see in the world...albeit in a practical manner. I hope that I am remembered as a doer, and a thinker. As a loyal friend, a fierce ally, and a respectful yet formidable opponent. I hope I am remembered perhaps a bit more kindly than I deserve, truly.
Man, that was a melancholy moment. That one paragraph took longer than the entire rest of this post to write. Probably because I could see someone actually repeating it on my death.
It is highly unlikely that I will ever be as famous as Mister Rogers, at least unless I get in a lot of trouble. And, I'm okay with that. That man deserved every accolade he had ever been given.
So what does it mean to be Good? I think it varies by person, and I think there's multiple ways to get to Good. Service to others, even animals, is one way. Generosity is another. Even academic research that helps others might count. Mr. Rogers, in addition to being very service-oriented in his approach to his show, pretty much embodied all of the virtues. Patience, compassion, gentleness, diligence... I think all that counts.
Being Good is work, it's simply not something one can do in a passive manner. I feel it takes specific acts, done to your personal best, for the right reason. If you can't do some specific thing because of a limitation, keep thinking. Your opportunity to help will come.
Eureka!
I think I stumbled upon the answer. Just figuring out how you can help--people, the world, animals, your neighbor--and then doing that thing, I think that's Good. Oh wait, I've heard this before. So much for my eureka moment. (Next week I'm going to really over-think precipitation and ponder "What is Rain?" for three hours, and then I'm going to end the blog with the Itsy Bitsy Spider.)So, be good.
Friday, April 26, 2013
A little spring cleaning
I changed the looks of a few things on the blog. I went with a more solid background because...my monitor is bigger than yours (unless you're using an actual television) and the picture looked weird on the edges.
I also changed the name of it. The blog is really about me being the candid individual that I am, hence Candid Tamara. It's a play on the old TV show, "Candid Camera" as Tamara and Camera rhyme. Unless you're a "Ta-Maaah-Ruh" in which case, it doesn't.
I changed the fonts around, too. They're way more fun now.
Hope you like all the changes! :D
I also changed the name of it. The blog is really about me being the candid individual that I am, hence Candid Tamara. It's a play on the old TV show, "Candid Camera" as Tamara and Camera rhyme. Unless you're a "Ta-Maaah-Ruh" in which case, it doesn't.
I changed the fonts around, too. They're way more fun now.
Hope you like all the changes! :D
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Klutch Club "Best of Box" review
I've been seeing a lot of stuff out there about Klutch Club lately. Klutch Club discounts are rewards on Everymove.org and on Earndit.
I'm not sure why I tried it--I guess they "wore me down," but I took the plunge and went ahead and spent the money. And I offer you my first unboxing video:
And here's a couple of other pictures I took. I grouped it largely into "beauty-ish stuff" and "everything else."
I have since tried several of the products:
The thing I kept calling "mandarin orange" is actually 'Endurance Amino Vital' which appears to be a sports drink. I was about to complement them on their lack of high fructose corn syrup when I noticed that the third and fourth ingredients are, in fact, sucrose & fructose. At the end of the day, sugar is sugar. Actually, in my 40 gram sample pack, 19 grams of that are "sugars" according to the nutrition label. That's pretty hardcore.
I also tried the FRS healthy energy thing. I'm not sure that it really controlled my appetite, but it is 11:00 at night and I am still fidgety.
One thing I'm super impressed with is the amount of use in one of these samples. There's 21 cough drops lozenges. There's about a dozen of those chocolate supplement mixes. (Did anyone else notice that they're made by Mars, Inc?) These are *really* good sized products, and that does make it a better deal than I expected.
I'll try some of the other stuff and report back. I'll probably just edit this post with new info, but if I feel frisky I might blog again.
UPDATE: I ate the Funky Monkey "jive-a-lime" for breakfast. It's a good flavor--the lime is sort of an aftertaste, really. It has a lot of really hard edges, so mashing a handful of these into your gaping maw is probably not the most comfortable thing. (Especially if you go "squirrel style" and munch from your cheek.) It's basically astronaut food.
I'm not sure why I tried it--I guess they "wore me down," but I took the plunge and went ahead and spent the money. And I offer you my first unboxing video:
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| Everything Else |
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| Beauty-ish |
I have since tried several of the products:
The thing I kept calling "mandarin orange" is actually 'Endurance Amino Vital' which appears to be a sports drink. I was about to complement them on their lack of high fructose corn syrup when I noticed that the third and fourth ingredients are, in fact, sucrose & fructose. At the end of the day, sugar is sugar. Actually, in my 40 gram sample pack, 19 grams of that are "sugars" according to the nutrition label. That's pretty hardcore.
I also tried the FRS healthy energy thing. I'm not sure that it really controlled my appetite, but it is 11:00 at night and I am still fidgety.
One thing I'm super impressed with is the amount of use in one of these samples. There's 21
I'll try some of the other stuff and report back. I'll probably just edit this post with new info, but if I feel frisky I might blog again.
UPDATE: I ate the Funky Monkey "jive-a-lime" for breakfast. It's a good flavor--the lime is sort of an aftertaste, really. It has a lot of really hard edges, so mashing a handful of these into your gaping maw is probably not the most comfortable thing. (Especially if you go "squirrel style" and munch from your cheek.) It's basically astronaut food.
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
The Venue Decision
Because I felt like I had looked at enough wedding venues, I took Landon to my top three wedding venue site choices:
(1) Maple Grove Farm
(2) the Woodruff-Fontaine House
(3) Carahills II
We saw Maple Grove Farm first. Landon liked it quite a bit. He liked the same bits I liked, the horses and the play area and the beautiful lake. The things he didn't like included the split floor plan--he felt the room would be cramped once the tables got in there. Much later, he also pointed out, "You know, you can see that guy's house from where we'd be standing to get married. Awwwk-warrrd!" After he said that, the first thing I thought was, "Glad I didn't waste his time with Club Windward!"
Then, we saw the Woodruff-Fontaine house. Landon really liked it. He said that it was very "us" and had a "pub-like" feel in the root cellar. He's worried that we won't fit everyone down there--but we can always just "not invite" some people on the "had to invite" list (first cousins who don't come to my stuff anyway, I'm looking at you. Sorry.). He seemed willing to take the Carriage House if the guest list necessitates it, but he was less enthused. He also really liked the little kids room at the back.
Finally, we visited Carahills II. Regrettably, Caroline was not available to do the "showing-around." I pointed out all the cool amentities--the upgraded chairs, the fancy-schmancy tablecloths, the wall-tapestry things you can hang up, the gigantic tree in the back. Landon wasn't super impressed. He liked it, but he said that he felt like, "Someone took a check-list of everything you should have in a wedding chapel, and then they built it." Considering that Carahills II is the second wedding chapel in the Carahills line, this is an accurate assessment of precisely how it came to be.
As you might suspect, Landon and I chose the Woodruff-Fontaine House. I think it's gorgeous, a true jewel in our city. Landon doesn't see the grandeur as much as I do (this is why he didn't make it far as an architecture major), he sees the brick and the dim lighting and the wood floors. He feels the coziness. I just see it differently.
We also changed the date. We're getting married on April 26th, 2014. We turn in the contract on Saturday.
(1) Maple Grove Farm
(2) the Woodruff-Fontaine House
(3) Carahills II
We saw Maple Grove Farm first. Landon liked it quite a bit. He liked the same bits I liked, the horses and the play area and the beautiful lake. The things he didn't like included the split floor plan--he felt the room would be cramped once the tables got in there. Much later, he also pointed out, "You know, you can see that guy's house from where we'd be standing to get married. Awwwk-warrrd!" After he said that, the first thing I thought was, "Glad I didn't waste his time with Club Windward!"
Then, we saw the Woodruff-Fontaine house. Landon really liked it. He said that it was very "us" and had a "pub-like" feel in the root cellar. He's worried that we won't fit everyone down there--but we can always just "not invite" some people on the "had to invite" list (first cousins who don't come to my stuff anyway, I'm looking at you. Sorry.). He seemed willing to take the Carriage House if the guest list necessitates it, but he was less enthused. He also really liked the little kids room at the back.
Finally, we visited Carahills II. Regrettably, Caroline was not available to do the "showing-around." I pointed out all the cool amentities--the upgraded chairs, the fancy-schmancy tablecloths, the wall-tapestry things you can hang up, the gigantic tree in the back. Landon wasn't super impressed. He liked it, but he said that he felt like, "Someone took a check-list of everything you should have in a wedding chapel, and then they built it." Considering that Carahills II is the second wedding chapel in the Carahills line, this is an accurate assessment of precisely how it came to be.
As you might suspect, Landon and I chose the Woodruff-Fontaine House. I think it's gorgeous, a true jewel in our city. Landon doesn't see the grandeur as much as I do (this is why he didn't make it far as an architecture major), he sees the brick and the dim lighting and the wood floors. He feels the coziness. I just see it differently.
We also changed the date. We're getting married on April 26th, 2014. We turn in the contract on Saturday.
What a month.
I'm sorry it's been so long since I posted. I promise it's not a lack of interest in posting, but rather, life got really complicated and busy all of a sudden. Something had to give. And I needed some time to process some of this stuff, too.
Remember the family situation? Well that seems to have worked itself out for the most part. I can't do anything about my brother-in-law's now-missing grey matter, but I can control how I react to it. And I get better at it daily. It was just a royal mess there for a while.
On a happy note, I collaborated with two non-profits here in Memphis to submit an application for the Borchard Fellowship. So wish me luck there; I would love to be able to spend a year truly helping our community, particularly the vulnerable elder population. It would be a dream come true, really. Helping people who need help is precisely why I came to law school.
Plus, today was my last day of law school. You know what that means: finals doth approacheth. You know what else that means? I'm going to graduate very, very soon. I don't think that's quite sunk in yet. I guess it's too early to rest on my laurels.
But, a week ago, this happened. For those of you too lazy to click the link, Sharaze's friend Heather "went missing" for a week. Turns out she wasn't ever missing, she was dead. Which, regrettably, is what pretty much everyone thought pretty much the whole time. Her ex-husband confessed all over the place...after a week.
The tragedy is somewhat worse to me than it would have otherwise been, because of two things. First, the ex-husband/father of her children killed her just a couple of days before her daughter's birthday. How terrible. Her birthday will be tainted forever by the loss of both of her parents. What an asshole. Admittedly, he was charged with second degree murder, and it's a bit different from first degree murder, namely in that one doesn't need the "premeditated and intentional" mental state, but rather only the "knowing" mental state....seriously, if you want to know more, google "mens rea." Second, this lady was Good. I didn't know her personally, but--who lives in Germantown and drives 45 minutes to teach in Frayser? Good people. She also had a huge weight loss--over 100 pounds, and that really says how very committed she was to improving herself. And, yeah, working in the ghetto by choice, and busting your ass at the gym, by choice--that speaks loads about your character, does it not? And heck, let's not forget that she was trying to dump her loser husband.
I have done a couple of neat things, and I'll blog about them post-haste. I'll probably do some of those "scheduled posts" as I have a lot to talk about.
Remember the family situation? Well that seems to have worked itself out for the most part. I can't do anything about my brother-in-law's now-missing grey matter, but I can control how I react to it. And I get better at it daily. It was just a royal mess there for a while.
On a happy note, I collaborated with two non-profits here in Memphis to submit an application for the Borchard Fellowship. So wish me luck there; I would love to be able to spend a year truly helping our community, particularly the vulnerable elder population. It would be a dream come true, really. Helping people who need help is precisely why I came to law school.
Plus, today was my last day of law school. You know what that means: finals doth approacheth. You know what else that means? I'm going to graduate very, very soon. I don't think that's quite sunk in yet. I guess it's too early to rest on my laurels.
But, a week ago, this happened. For those of you too lazy to click the link, Sharaze's friend Heather "went missing" for a week. Turns out she wasn't ever missing, she was dead. Which, regrettably, is what pretty much everyone thought pretty much the whole time. Her ex-husband confessed all over the place...after a week.
The tragedy is somewhat worse to me than it would have otherwise been, because of two things. First, the ex-husband/father of her children killed her just a couple of days before her daughter's birthday. How terrible. Her birthday will be tainted forever by the loss of both of her parents. What an asshole. Admittedly, he was charged with second degree murder, and it's a bit different from first degree murder, namely in that one doesn't need the "premeditated and intentional" mental state, but rather only the "knowing" mental state....seriously, if you want to know more, google "mens rea." Second, this lady was Good. I didn't know her personally, but--who lives in Germantown and drives 45 minutes to teach in Frayser? Good people. She also had a huge weight loss--over 100 pounds, and that really says how very committed she was to improving herself. And, yeah, working in the ghetto by choice, and busting your ass at the gym, by choice--that speaks loads about your character, does it not? And heck, let's not forget that she was trying to dump her loser husband.
I have done a couple of neat things, and I'll blog about them post-haste. I'll probably do some of those "scheduled posts" as I have a lot to talk about.
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