Growing up, I couldn't wait to get home from school to watch certain shows on PBS kids. I often wanted to skip school, lay in bed and eat a bowl of cereal with my stay-at-home-mom just so I could catch up on Wishbone and Arthur and the Magic School Bus to name a few. The network has definitely been a trademark of my life, and I hope that its around when my little girl or little guy wants to snuggle up next to me and be addicted to tv.
As a young women, I'm appreciative of the lessons that I learned from these television shows. I must admit once I became a teenager, I gave up PBS for MTV and the other hip sites. It wasn't until I was interning at the United States Capitol Hill that PBS would make its debut to my heart again. I happened to attend the premier of the Freedom Riders, a documentary done by none other than PBS. My initial fascination came back to me and ever since then I refuse to part ways with the network. I'm hanging on to it like a child with it's favorite stuffed animal.
Most recently, PBS has been on a mission to acknowledge torch-bearing women throughout our lifetimes. Again, this network is offering me lessons. An official documentary was made, and also several other videos featuring some of the most renown women and some women that we aren't so familiar with. So today, I'm sharing this with you. Go find your reason to fall in love with PBS again. I'm sure at some point in your life, its made an impact and will continue to do so. After viewing the site, I must admit, I aspire to be one of the featured stories one day.
We wait all year round to munch on these delights: GIRL SCOUT COOKIES. Many of us just want to satisfy our cravings, but I would like to think that all of us simply want to support the girls! I was never a Girl Scout, but you can rest assured that after eating the seasonal pleasures every year that I am the loyalist girl to the scouts.
Never have I ever questioned where my money went. The sweet little faces of tomorrow's generation of torch-bearing women standing outside of my local Kroger just melt my heart. I recently found out where the cookie dollars go and figured I'd share.
To begin, these girls whom are craving leadership and other great skills sell cookies as a fundraiser for their very own troops. According to the Girlscout website, "With every purchase, approximately 70% of the proceeds stay in the local Girl Scout council and with troops to provide a portion of the resources needed to support Girl Scouting in that area, including the portion that goes directly to the group selling the cookies. The balance goes to the baker to pay for the cookies."
So to this end, I charge you to support the girls rather it be for your craving or the fact that they will be running your world one day! I pledge to eat Girl Scout cookies every season that they are available!
I have never seen a First Lady dance! Ever! I am so in love with health and working out. Michelle Obama just put the icing on the cake for me!
I'm helping my sister and her husbsnd move into their first newleywed house and realizing what a great thing being able to move is. It's the feeling of new that revolutionizes everything.
Many of us hate moving, and I'm with you if you are one of these people. It's difficult. You question where your help is. You are tired. You don't feel like doing anything. You simply wish that everything would just fall into place. Today, I'm a helper making all of these thoughts disappear and a new couples dreams come true.
The next time I move, which will hopefully be soon, I'll appreciate the full experience of moving. I'll accept change and welcome all of its iniquities and pleasures.
Moving is a blessing.
We all grew up with the famous Disney twins Tia and Tamera.
Yesterday, I watched an episode of the twins reality show in which they were discussing race. They were both disgusted at the thought of it. Coming from a biracial background, the two women said they had both dealt with a lot of silly questions growing up. One of the fair skinned twins even mentioned she was once asked why she didn't look like her mother, a black woman.
Later on in the episode, a pregnant Tamera went out to dinner with her caucasian husband and asked him how they should approach the discussion of race with their child. He said, "Our children will get the best of both worlds."
I couldn't have stated it any better. So in celebrating Black History Month, I believe we should acknowledge both worlds or rather all worlds involved. It is all of our history. The good and the bad have made what is best for today.
I attend a regularly scheduled bootcamp class at my local gym, the French Riviera. I love my class and everyone in it. We keep each other motivated and busting through intense beach-body moves. We each arrive 10 minutes before class to prepare our space and layout our equipment. We offer each other words of encouragement at the beginning of the hour and clap to resolve the hour. That is how a regular boot camp session goes.
On January 1, 2013, the dynamics of our class changed. The class was full of people seeking healthy, brand new bodies. Each person rushed in and grabbed the equipment they needed, and some grabbed even more than what they needed as if they had 4 extra limbs to use them. The sweet sounds of encouragement had gone with 2012. It was every man for himself.
Sweat was dripping and our hearts were pounding us through the session when our instructor advised us to utilize our barbells. I and a few others in the room didn't have any barbells while there were a whole host of individuals in the room that had 2 sets or more. We waited for others to offer theirs up, but no one offered and the exercise went on. After a few reps, our instructor offered his barbells to me. Directly following, others began giving up their extra pair of barbells.
The end of class ended with a standing ovation instead of the usual claps. That day we learned to work on a different part of our wellbeing. We worked on our kindred spirits.
Being is D.C. gives me this phenomenal rush to do something about anything- just something good. There is just something about the city and the history that makes you want to write your name on every day. The day I thought would be a dream come true slightly turned into a nightmare. It was the day I saw the president of the United States sworn into office.
The morning was bright and I was in the “D.C. mood”. I got all 10 people up and ready to attend this special ceremony. I, enthusiastically, read off the inauguration checklist of things we could and could not bring. I advised everyone to bring a small purse concealing their license, signature President Obama metro card, a little bit of cash and a debit card.
Next, they all followed my direction: taking the metro, pushing through crowds of people and passing 3 security checkpoints to be in one of the closest spectator sections available. When we made it, I suddenly needed to take a trip to the ladies room in box also known as porter potty. Lines were long and people were moving slow. Being in the do something mood, I figured I would move fast in consideration of those behind me. I told myself: “I’ll just run in and run out so others don’t have to wait so long.” I did just that and walked right out without my purse. When I realized I left it, I ran back over to the “box” and it was nowhere to be found.
I gazed around at the huge crowd waiting to see the president of the United States swear under oath and hoped that one of the individuals would be ethical enough to return it. No one returned it to me during my time at the inauguration, but I remained hopeful because I was amidst of good people who wanted to be a part of something much larger that us, history.
A few days later, a package arrived at my parent’s house that enclosed my purse with all of my initial belongings.
This was the day I realized there are good people and good deeds!
The things I write about are the love of my life and the life of my love!