A Letter to Hollywood

Hey Hollywood,

How's it going? I know you've been under some scrutiny lately. You're taking some heat for the violence in our society in the midst of the gun debate. Don't worry, most people understand the political implications of the argument. Everyone wants to feel like they are NOT sheep easily influenced, and people who disagree with them are. I'm sure things will blow over soon on that front. With as much money as you pull in I'm sure that debate will be less than a blip on you bank account's radar.

I'm not really writing to talk about the gun debate or your roll in it. I'd actually like to focus on how I'VE changed. Once upon a time I would be glued to the TV by now, magazines in hand, giddy and nervous about you're big awards show tonight. I would be making friendly bets with friends about who wins which award, and whose outfit is the best.

As it stands, I am sitting here after a long weekend. I'm looking forward to trying to finish a book I have been reading. I am catching up on funny stories with my kids. I am planning lunches for the week. I am living life and enjoying it. Aside from writing to this you this Dear John letter in this moment, you are pretty far from my mind.

I've had a progressive revelation over the past few years. Your key players this evening will be sporting fake breasts, fake nails, fake hair, and fake teeth. Reports on their failing marriages and failing families do not interest me. In fact, I rather feel sympathy for your poor life choices and the resulting misery you must feel.

At the ripe old age of thirty-(*insert coughing fit), I am neither entertained nor intrigued by what I see. I know this letter might sound cynical. Please don't take my direct approach negatively. I have no ill will towards you. They say the opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The fact of the matter is I don't hate you. I'm just not that into you.....

Have fun tonight,
Ms. Soapbox*

*Steps off soapbox

Now THAT'S Love

So... I am sitting here with a rat's nest for hair, and a sweater fit for Mr. Rogers. My darling husband started sending me texts before I even woke up wanting to make sure I get exactly what I want on Valentine's Day. One look in his exhausted eyes  during our video chat, and I knew right away that a man who is so worried about making me happy is going to get exactly what makes me happy: an evening full of rest! He honestly is the hardest working man I know ( and I know some fantastic hardworking father/husbands). The truth of the matter is that we are both being pulled 100 different directions right now. Hopeless romantic that I am, I LOVE this day, and any other reason in which you get to go an extra mile to heap even more love on your loved ones. But in my heart of hearts, I know to push and "do something" just because it's Valentine's Day, when we are both exhausted, stressed, and distracted defeats the real meaning  I have assigned to the day. So, I will brush my hair (and my teeth) before he gets home. Greet him with a smile and send him to bed for a nap. Time on the couch laughing at NBC's Thursday night line up is the PERFECT way to spend this holiday with my Valentine ♡

Black History Tribute... Family Edition

My own Black history month salute! The Bradley Boys was featured in this article as one of the largest number of employees from one family for Republic Central Alloy. My Grandfather Milton Bradley is standing 2nd from the right, great grandparents Jim and Sarah seated in front..along with all my Great Aunts and Uncles. Because of their hard work and dedication, my Great grandparents bought and Paid for a 93 acre productive farm. 

The land is still family owned. The farm is a gathering place for family even to this day. I am a proud descendant of this heritage. I think the entrepreneurial drive that was established so long ago aids me in furthering the development of my own small business. I hope the attitude of "working for yourself", is a legacy and mindset that continues for generations to come. 

Truthful Tuesday

I... am...scared...to...death

I'm scared of failure

I'm scared of success

My path will be pave with both as a trod

As I continue my path, I will Go With God