J-Dub’s Review of I Need a Lifeguard Everywhere But the Pool by Lisa Scottoline and Francesca Serritella

The title might be longer than the review because when something’s that good, you don’t need much to explain it.  

In a word hilarious 😆 

Quick chapters of real life observation.  Very relatable humor.  My only critique is the self deprecating comments about weight by someone who’s pixieish.  Pictures don’t lie; you’re not the teddy bear 🐻you claim to be.  Though I do like that your daughter says that about your sweats affectionately.  

I still haven’t figured out a rating system so for now I’ll go with definitely recommended reading.  

Nothing Says Happy Anniversary Like …

College football 🏈 

Yippee

How’s that for hiding my sarcasm? 😒

Yet when I think about it, there’s no place I’d rather be. 

As always more to come.  

Remember in September – Daily Post #15 for National Suicide Prevention Awareness Month

Sharing for awareness.

My Loud Whispers of Hope

I have started to see this more often, which is a huge blessing and is vitally important. It is a good and promising sign that the education and awareness of mental illness is improving and increasing and that prayerfully mental illness stigma and the stigma of suicide is declining. I have hope, faith and I believe.

People need to stop being ashamed of death by suicide. It happens too often and at an increasingly alarming rate. It is real. If we do not talk about suicide and spread the word to educate others about suicide, we will not be able to help reduce and prevent suicide. The suicide rate will continue to rise and it will continue to be shame based, biased and stigmatized.

Mental illness is the only illness that we are blamed for getting, having and blamed for when we do not get better. Two days ago, for…

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Remember in September – Daily Post #14 for National Suicide Prevention Awareness Month

A permanent solution to a temporary problem. When faced with a problem that feels anything but temporary, we lost some wonderful souls.

My Loud Whispers of Hope

“Mental illness, the stigma of mental illness  and the stigma associated with suicide is a thorny subject. 

We must change the conversations and dialog about mental illness and suicide from an ugly thorn bush into a beautiful bouquet of red roses, symbolizing the love we have for each other now and forever.”  ~Sue Walz

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Hope & Harmony Headlines: Suicide Prevention – 

There Is Always Hope For Recovery

September 7, 2017

A Serious Subject

National Suicide Prevention month in September has special significance for the bipolar community. Researchers say that patients with bipolar have a suicide risk approximately 20 to 30 times higher than the general population.

In a 2015 paper, a task force of the International Society for Bipolar Disorders reported that one in four people with bipolar attempt suicide—a figure that doesn’t take into account how many think about it at some point.

Suicide prevention advocates have a tagline:

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Moved over FB ~ Life is a Bowl of Cherries 🍒 Happy 30

And the conversation on the job site went something like this …

N aka Army “nice you and Jill been together so long”

B “yes, 30 years today”New Kid “impossible”

B “why because I look so young?”

New Kid “no man, you look old. Impossible to be with only one woman”

B said nothing 

New Kid “look at me, I ain’t even 30. I am 28 years old and I already had two wives and several girlfriends” 😳

Oh my, what a winner
… and they said it wouldn’t last. Actually no one ever said that to us directly… though I am sure several thought it because we were asked many times “are you sure? You’re so young”. I am here to tell you that age has nothing to do with it. I wish I could figure out why we beat the odds. I’m just forever grateful that we did.
So what were you doing 30 years ago today? We were at the La Vernia Chamber of Commerce Hall dancing the night away. Young and in love. Dreams really do come true!

Priceless Gift

I think this might be the first time in 33 years that we actually worked on our anniversary. More often than not we took the day off.   We didn’t always celebrate big but we’d have breakfast out or something for just the two of us.   

The kids would always be in school so it was almost like paying hooky during the work week.  Except when the day fell on the weekend of course.  And now I’m rambling. Because that is what I do best 😂 

This year things kind of snuck up on us and we both planned to work.  Him in Utopia and me from home so I could use my lunch hour to take the doggies to the vet. Which is exactly what I did.

Anyhow, I wake to the sound of my 6 a.m. alarm.  Imagine my surprise when i realize B is gone. Funny I don’t remember his 4a.m. alarm going off. And He left this morning without saying a word to me.  I think really … pftt and on our anniversary.  Wait, is it our anniversary?  

Oh well, I logged in and started working.  My mood was Wah-wah.  Then at 7:15 my phone rings.  

Me: Hey

B: HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!

Me: Yay!  HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!  I thought you forgot.  

B: Never.  I got you something. 

Me:  Oh goody jewelry 😂

B: Nope, I let you sleep 😴 

Me: Awww. You made my day.  

B: That’s all it takes?

Me:  Yes for you to call me and NOT buy me jewelry.  That’s all it ever took to make my day!

B: I love you.  

Me: I love you too.  See you tonight. 

And with that, I’m realizing how truly blessed I am.  Life is good.  Especially due to the little things which are really the big things 😘

As always more to come.  

Harry!

What a cutie!   I’m never here to watch this show. Oh boy what was I missing ?!?!?

Age appropriate 50 year old eye candy 🍭😂

Happy Anniversary To Us

My posting about getting presale tickets to IT had people thinking that day was our anniversary.  I never corrected anyone.  We’ll celebrate 🎉 all month.  Cheers as today is the big day.  

September 15, 1984 to September 15 2017

Happy 33!!!

And they (whoever they are)  said it wouldn’t last.  We were meant to be a statistic.  Such babies when we tied the knot and now all these years later looks like we made it ala Shania.   

As always more to come.  

Part 3 ~ The Calm Before The Storm

The new school was awesome.  Not perfect as nothing is perfect. But things were much improved. She left a school where not a single teacher knew her by name to a school where her teachers called her by a term of endearment.  

She only “knew” one person having met my coworker’s daughter the week before school started.  Despite these kids being together since they were 4, they welcomed her.  She was one of three newbies.  One of which named L turned out to be her best friend.  

She gained confidence.  She thrived. Volunteering to work after school care for kinder and first grades.  Sleepovers, Girl Scouts, softball, Friday night school dances.  A late bloomer as if life for her had finally started.  

When discussions were had about where to attend high school, she opted to stay in private.   In a twist of fate, many of her classmates left for public school.  Not our district, more affluent north side schools.  We toured several places.  And she found “a place like home”.