Saturday, January 10, 2015

NHL All Star Game 2015

Wow. Pekka, Weber, Forsberg, and coach voted to All Stars!!!  Think Nashville Predators will get some press love-finally?

Amazing doctor dancing before bilateral mastectomy

Wonder how hard it was to her co-workers to operate?  Especially after this. Very moving.

Angry Shea

I love when Angry Shea shows up.  Shea Weber is a boss.

Sometimes he can make me feel exceptional

Sometimes he can make me feel exceptional.  For instance Wednesday night. Chris and I met our friend Wes at the Smokey Mountain Brewery for dinner. Wednesday nights are trivia night and although we don't play it's fun to watch and listen.

We were sitting at the last red light and Chris was looking through his Facebook on his tablet.  (Yes!  He still has a flip phone but has the tablet.)  Chris said something about me switching my profile picture often.  I told him that was the fun of Facebook.  And silliness.  He hit the "like" button.  I said, "oh, you liked my profile picture. I kinda look pretty behind sunglasses."  Chris said I was beautiful, sunglasses or not.  I told him I didn't know about that, it was the sunglasses.  Chris said, "You're the prettiest girl on Facebook."

Sometimes he can make me feel exceptional.....

I don't feel comfortable without my sunglasses.......

But if I can't have them over my eyes I'll have have them on my head. 

Channel 13 Warning

One of the funniest friends, and breast cancer survivor, had this comment on her Facebook page after the Channel 13 hoax about Facebook privacy.

Oh how I wish she lived closer to Tennessee.   Texas is too far to visit for a dinner.   Though we've discussed my five year mark.

Note: Snopes is your friend people.

Relay for Life 2015

May 1, 2015 is the date "Relay for Life" is scheduled.  The event is once again at Hiwassee College.  Maybe I'll go.....I don't know.  I've been to two.  I'm just so uncomfortable at them.  I don't understand why......


Blogging has been a great experience. Except when nothing comes to mind other than short posts of topics generally added to Facebook or Twitter, which has been me for weeks.  I realize more and more that I'm not a very good writer.  Well, not that I haven't know for a while.  I used to be more careful in my stories and posts.  Agonizing over grammar and points I was trying to make, often returning to a published post making changes/updates that were worthless because those few who read have already done so and do not know of my new ideas for the subject.  Now I've become lazy, like most things in my life.

I almost never read or follow blogs.  Blogging is hard for a lot of people, the writer and the reader.  There is no instant gratification with "likes" or "comments" on Social Media.  Most want those and therefore stick to Social Media for glory.  (I don't consider blogging Social Media.) I don't claim not to enjoy instant gratification or the feeling that someone actually cares what I think and that I'm special/original in my writing.

This week I spent some time reading a blog I've not read before. I didn't agree with all the viewpoints presented but the blog was well written and interesting.  The blog hit me with something I've known for years:  I'm a middle of the road, mediocre writer, very much unlike the one I read.

I touch on subjects I know keep me safe, such as cancer.  I know a lot about it.  I know I have the right to be at least some level of expert on breast cancer.  I know that no one will challenge me on the opinions I have on the subject because I have the "C" card.  I belong to a certain group.  A small group.  A group no one can argue or judge you about what you have put to paper.  You've had cancer and survived it and have the risk of reoccurrence.  Whose going to challenge that and besides what would they challenge?

After working in the social worker field for around 15 years, specializing in working with domestic violence and their children, I feel passionate, but not an expert, about the subject even though many will and do argue about the causes and whose at fault, etc.  I can take it and will fight with my opinion.  However, still middle of the road.

Christianity, I'm very devote on my beliefs and faith.  I had no fear of death during cancer-chemo, radiation, all the surgery.  The experience was very surreal.  Looking back it feels like I never had cancer.  Strange.....  My faith in a future following death was strengthened by the lose of a brother, mother and father.  Loss of my own life was ok.  We all have to die.  I'm okay with that.  Not that I'm actually ready, want to die.  Sometimes I fear how I will die.  However, the actual part of death and life thereafter are what is okay with me.  I don't believe in pushing my beliefs onto others.  I love talking about my faith and sharing my faith but I don't impose.  I can write about it.  Middle of the road.

There are two other subjects, well three, where I have enough experience with to be considered okay to know enough to write on.  However, I doubt those will be put to paper.  They are outside my box. I'm a middle of the road writer.  It's safe there.  Those books I've alluded to happening throughout my blog?  They'll never, ever happen.  I'm a mediocre person living a mediocre life who will never take chances.  I'm Beatrice from "Dauntless" only the Beatrice who will never cut her hand, never drip her blood into another bowl, never become "Tris".

I'm just Marna.  I'm okay with that.

Ahhh great nieces........

Took all of an hour till Bella called and asked if she and I could do something today since her sister is sick and cannot go to movies.  They kill me with the comedy of their personalities.  The sisters refuse to spend time together with me and when one cancels on me for a trip the other pounces.

What will I do when the great's grow up and don't want to hang out with their old aunt?  Well, Chels is almost twenty-one and she still loves me.  I guess when they have their own families Mallie Belle, two, and Jack, three, will be old enough to want to spend time with a great aunt who at that time will be much older.....Or maybe Amber and Colton will have kids someday.  But I'm beginning to doubt it....

What's an aunt, who loves all of her 13 nieces, nephews, and greats and has no children of her own, to do?  The situation is one of the only ones in my life which sadden me.

Hobbit vs Purge Anarchy

Today was to be movie day with my great niece, Chelsea, and I.  No one will go to movies to see the "Hobbit".  I've refused to watch "Purge Anarchy" with Chelsea for months.  So I struck a deal with her-she was to watch the "Hobbit" today and I'd watch "Purge Anarchy" when she spends the night in a couple of weeks while Chris is out of town.  Well.  She has the flu.  I'm disappointed about the "Hobbit" but will continue to harass her about "Purge" with the peskiness I love to use.

Wonder when Bella will text........ahhh the greats.