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{February 21, 2011}   My Daughter Out Ranks Me

Most of my readers are aware I am in the process of completing a book called “Confessions 2 AJ”. Several of you have participated, and for that I thank you from the bottom of my heart. It will not be long before I have enough material to submit the manuscript for publication!

If you have already submitted a “confession” please, feel free to submit as many as you like! The more, the better the book will be.

For those of you that have chosen not to participate at this time, you still have time to change your minds! As I have promised you before, all names will be held under privacy protection. As a matter of fact, I will not be publishing names; even when asked to do so. And, I have been asked to include names by some people for their confession.

Anyway, my 14 year old daughter. . . where do I start? Although, she has her own way of doing things, she is sort of a mini me. She looks like me. Especially, when she was small.  She is athletic just as I was growing up (and still am). Even down to the way she runs; just like I did. My mom once asked me, when I was young, “why do you run like that?” Not sure what she meant by that, but I’m sure it was not a compliment. She likes most of the same . . . well, she loves Christian Kane. Need I say more?

My daughter approx. 3 yrs old

Me approx. 2 1/2 yrs old

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I want to say, publically, to her: thank you for being my biggest supporter! I love you dearly and I am so thankful you find humor in your mom’s oh so warped mind!

Now down to business. My daughter is so very talented. She also writes. She is much more talented than I am because not only does she write stories, she has the ability to write poems, songs, even rap songs. Some  of her work, I have posted early in my blogs. The first one I posted, she wrote at age eleven. You should check it out, very poignant. It’s called “The Unknown” posted on July 22, 2010.

She is writing a book. Did I say she was 14?! There is a site for teens where they can go and share their stories with other teens. And yes, I read them as well; I keep a tight reign on what sites they visit.  

I am 40 years old. I have some fans/friends. I hate saying “I have fans…” It sounds arrogant to me. But, my daughter has fans. WHAT? Yep, you heard, well, read me right. She has fans. Fans that ask her to read their work and give feedback. Fans that say, “When are you posting another chapter?” She will post at least one chapter at a time. They tell her how much they love “so and so” and how they can’t wait to see if “so and so” will get together with “whoever”. They have actually fallen in love with her story and the characters she has invented. How cool is that!

I knew she was talented and had the ability to be a great writer. What I didn’t fully understand, is she would be implementing that ability this early in her life. I am extremely proud of her and would be, no matter what she chose to do. However, it is incredibly amazing to see her realize this particular talent and actually chose to use it. Can you imagine what she will be able to accomplish? And so much earlier than I have or will. As wonderful as all this is I must admit I will forever see her as the wonderful happy baby shown below. Always the peace maker, she was.

 

I fully expect to, one day, be out ranked by her in the writing world. And you know what? I am just fine with that.

Until next time……Peace

AJ

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{January 28, 2011}   The Best Book Ever Written

Hi everyone! Welcome Back!

I want to tell you about an amazing book; a series of books actually. I have owned several of them and I’ve read them more that once. My daughter even loves reading them, so you know it has to be good, right?

Pride and Prejudice is my favorite movie. I’ve read the book. You might be thinking “well, then, it must be Pride and Prejudice or another one of Jane Austen’s books. Jane Austen is amazing.

I’m so sorry to disappoint, but you know my humor is really off, and the simple things amuse me for hours . . . kind of like a dog with a ball.

So, what is this work of masterpiece? So great it beats out all the current authors as well as Jane Austen. Well, your wait is over… but please finish reading the blog before you run out and pick up the latest copy.

Uncle Tom’s Bathroom Reader; awesome read! Now wait, there is no reason to laugh! That’s not Christian! Give it chance before you knock it. You just might like it. The books are basically Trivia. Most of it is true trivia from history or trivia about people and or events. They have numerous books on varying topics some include sports, pop culture, even books especially for kids.

http://bathroomreader.com/throne-room/

And even though the title says “Bathroom Reader” they won’t revoke your reading privileges if you remove it from the bathroom and, you know, read it somewhere else in the house. Just wash your hands first!

Until next time……Peace

A.J.



{January 26, 2011}   Finally…I Got Noticed!!

Hello everyone!

All of us want to get recognition at some point in our life. Whether it is during your childhood or maybe you played on your high school basketball team, it is probable to say part of you wanted some recognition for your ability.

I was no different. Well, up until high school, I just wanted to get through the day. Although I had played basketball since the second grade (they started us very early in the small town of Newark, Arkansas) it wasn’t until my high school years that I became comfortable being in front of the crowd that would gather to watch us play. I finally learned to actually forget that the crowd was even there and just do what I loved to do. Play basketball. Being five foot two, I constantly had to prove myself and my ability to rock the court. This was fine with me. I played point guard and it never failed when playing a new team, who ever was guarding me would cover me from about 5 to 7 feet back. I mean it was clear what they were thinking, “what’s this little thing going to do? She may be fast but she’s just a ball handler. Cover the tall girl; don’t let shorty get the ball to her.”

 

This mentality really was ok with me. As a matter of fact, I enjoyed it. I probably enjoyed it a little too much. To be 100% honest with you, I loved it. I know you’re on the edge of your seat wondering why, right? No worries, I am going to tell you. I love it because I always knew exactly how this would end. I had been through the same situation many times. Once we got the ball, whether it was a rush back to our end or as more commonly, at a slower pace as it was the beginning of the game, I’d call the play (I was also team captain my Senior year) let my team set up, then just as soon as everyone was in position and girl was 5 plus feet off me, I’d let it go . . . 3pts, bam! Needless to say, next time down the court, not only was girl basically on top of me, I could actually hear her couch yelling at her to “get on her!” Ah, but I loved that sound. Do you hear that? Is that the sound of all the short people going “whoop, whoop” I hear?

So, what is this all about? I loved that notice I received as a ball player. Now, I am experiencing the same thrill as I did back then. Yesterday, I ran across something that made me feel like I was set to take that 3 point shot, and yes, I held no doubt I would make the shot. If I can confidently say, without a doubt, it’s that I can play basketball. I have worked hard my entire life for the privilege to be able to say this. Even in my writing, I am confident, yet not as confident as I am on the court.

On October 11, 2010, I reached a new milestone. One of my blogs was published in the online magazine “The Writer’s Daily” ran my Carrie White. I had been in the Daily before, but only in the “tweet” capacity. In other words, when I would tweet something I saw in the news or the like, it would be placed in the Daily. So, I really didn’t count those as they were not my words. Don’t get me wrong, I am still honored to be mentioned in the Daily. Here is the link http://paper.li/minskinnywin/writers-authors

When I saw my blog in the Daily on October 11, I was excited, in a state of disbelief that I was actually getting some notice, and very proud yet probably not for the reasons you may be thinking. I was so proud because this particular piece of work was very close to my heart. It was in celebration of my late brother’s birthday. If you go back on that date on my blog, you can read the blog I wrote in celebration for my brother, my protector, my best friend.

However, today, another huge milestone in my writing career happened! And I want to share every step of my journey with you all. You have all been so supportive!

Just by chance, I stumbled crossed something that completely stopped me in my tracks. It was a website, completely unknown to me. Guys, right there, under their “links” on their page was my blog link! Someone, unbeknownst to me, somehow found out about my blog and actually liked it enough to put it in there rotating line up of links! This is a huge step for me as a writer! And I so happy I am able to share this with you. You feel as part of my family. Some of you are my family. Here is the link http://enthiburan.co.cc/ . You may have to check it a few times as it is a rotating link.

A few other things happened this week that is quite amazing. First, I was asked… actually asked by a musician to write a review of his music. How cool is that! This review is a huge step because it introduces me to the music industry! I am just beside myself. I’m still a bit shell shocked.

Oh, and I can not forget the attention from Edward Burns. A genus in the Independent Film industry! Here’s hoping for a movie! Of course, you understand if Ed wants to do a screen play of my crazy life, the 3 books I have lined up after “Confessions” may have to wait a while. I mean really, do you honestly think I’d put Ed off? Pff…not gonna happen!

I know, wow. What else can I say? I’m a bit speechless! Yea, me!

Until next time……Peace

A.J.



{January 11, 2011}   Why It’s Good To Be A Woman

Hello everyone, welcome!!

I’m doing something a little different today. I would like to share an email I received. Even if you are a guy; it’s just plain funny!

Enjoy!

 

National  Girlfriend and Sister’s Week
I  am only as strong as the coffee I drink, the  hairspray I use, and the friends I  have.
To the cool women who have  touched my life. Here’s to  you!

National  Girlfriends’ Day  Be  Happy! 

Why It  is good to be a woman:  

1.  We got off the Titanic first.

2. We can  scare male bosses with the mysterious  gynecological disorder excuses.

3  Taxis stop for us.

4. We don’t look  like a frog in a blender when  dancing.

5. No fashion faux pas we  make, could ever rival the Speedo.

6.  We don’t have to pass gas to amuse  ourselves.

7. If we forget to shave, no  one has to know.

8. We can congratulate  our teammate without ever touching her rear  end.

9. We never have to reach down  every so often to make sure our privates are  still there..

10. We have the ability  to dress ourselves.

11.  We can  talk to the opposite sex without having to  picture them naked.

12.  If we  marry someone 20 years younger, we are aware  that we will look like an idiot.

13. We  will never regret piercing our  ears.

14. There are times when  chocolate really can solve all your  problems.

15. We can make comments  about how silly men are in their presence  because they aren’t listening anyway.   

Until next time . . . Peace

AJ



{January 10, 2011}   The Day Cops Changed My Life

Hello everyone . . . welcome!

Have you ever watched the show “Cops?” It’s been on for more than 20 years, so chances are you have. Do you wonder the same thing I do? What exactly do these people think when they see the episode in which they have been arrested drunk, high or whatever the case is? You know the drunks act off the charts. And the ones possessing drugs all think they are so smooth and smarter than the cops. Am I right?

A few years ago, I was watching an episode of “Cops”. The intro song begins to play; the opening images are flashing while the song is playing “Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do”. All of a sudden, a quick flash of a young girl catches my attention. She was very cute except for the black circles around her eyes from the obvious years of drug use. She couldn’t have been more than 17 years old. All I could think was . . . what a waste. Such a pretty girl and she is ruining her life with drugs. Something about her captured my soul and left me feeling sad for her. The reaction I felt for this girl, was completely out of my character.

It just so happened, that very episode was airing that night. So I learned a little more about the girl. The female officer had stopped her and another girl, who was the driver. Why? Because she saw the pretty girl, I just told you about, riding in the passenger seat. Not good. She talked to the driver. “How long have you known Rachael?” Rachael? Hummmm. She knew the girl by name. One more strike against Rachael. She told the cop “just about a week.” Cop: “you need to stay away from her. She is nothing but trouble.” Nice.

The driver is let go with another warning to say away from this Rachael unless she, too, wanted to end up in jail.

As the cop questions Rachael, every other word out of Rachael’s mouth was “I’m not gonna lie to you.” Yeah, right. No, she wasn’t going to a known crack house which was right up the corner. No, she wasn’t prostituting that night. No, she had no drugs on her. Oh, and “I’m not gonna lie to you.” The cop cuffed her and put her in the back seat for the time being. Evidently, she knew something was not right.

This is where Rachael shows just how much of a genius she truly is. Envision this: the crew of “Cops” is all there filming and there are two cops on the scene. Rachael then has a brilliant idea. She reaches in her thong – I know it’s a thong because as she was being searched her pants had slipped – and grabs her stash of pot and throws it on the back floor board of the cop car. Yes, a real genus, this girl. Yet, throughout all her stupidity, something about her drew my attention and it was as if I couldn’t look away.

The episode is over. She would continue to pop in to my mind over the next few days.

About 3 days later, I’m speaking with my mom. She tells me, “Guess what. I called Aunt Mae. Guess who was      on . . .“ I interrupted, “OMG, it’s Robin’s daughter!” Mom confirmed. I told her I knew exactly which one it was. You guessed it, Rachael. More specifically, this is Rachael my 2nd cousin. I had not seen Rachael since she was 2 years old. Yet, I was just so drawn to this girl.

Yep, I have a family member on the opening episode of “Cops”. How many people can claim that “claim to fame”? Or maybe I should say “claim of shame”. OH, well.

PS. If you find yourself in my position, you might not want to lay claim to knowing your kin on the opening episode of cops. Just saying.

Until next time . . . Peace

A.J.



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