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Pay attention to the fact that your state can refuse to expand medicaid, like Scott Walker recently did. By turning away the Federal money – poor people will be left without health insurance. One more item, small businesses won’t be hurt by Obama care – that’s one of those Conservative falsities (Conservatives love to lie). You need to have more than 50 employees to be affected.
Thanks to the First to Read program, I was lucky enough to receive a digital copy of “The Golem of Hollywood”.
I’ve been a Jonathon Kellerman fan for years. I have not read Jesse Kellerman before, but thanks to the father-son collaboration on “The Golem of Hollywood”, I will definitely be reading him now.
The book starts with a slow and methotical chase of a pretator and his victim, until the victim is protected and the pretator goes down. Halfway around the world, we meet Jacbo Lev – a burned out homocide Detective, assigned to Traffic and moved into Special Projects. Add the spice of the story of Cain and Abel and you have the making of a tale like no other.
I was out of town on vacation when I saw that Joan Rivers was in a coma. I said a prayer for her and hoped that all would be okay. Unfortunately, it wasn’t. I received a text letting me know – since I was essentially off the grid for a week – that the Wisconsin ban on gay marriage was ruled unconstitutional and Joan Rivers had passed away. Joy and sorrow mixed.
I can hear her voice in my head. I watched her on Johnny Carson – stayed up past my bedtime to watch her own show, saw her stand up routines, cried when her husband, Edgar, killed himself.
Her daughter, Melissa, isn’t much younger than I am. I’m sorry for her loss. I know what she’s feeling, having lost Mom just last year. It sucks.
But, I smile, too. I smile at the thought of what Joan Rivers meant to me. How she would practically scream, “Can we talk?” Her “Oh, oh, oh!” Amazing!
In high school, I was given an assignment where I had to pick a living woman whom I admired and write a paper about them. A mini biography, if you will. I had wanted to write about Kate Hepburn, but someone had chosen her first, so I picked Joan Rivers. I was told by my writing teacher that Joan Rivers was too vulgar and she wouldn’t accept a paper written about her. I ended up writing about Lillian Gish. But, I wished I had brought out my inner Joan and written about Mrs. Rivers. What a paper that would have been.
Joan Rivers offered what Minnie Pearl and Phyillis Diller didn’t – she was relateable. I understood her. I got her and she got me. To me, she was amazing. Growing up different and weird was just made easier by women like Joan Rivers, Bette Midler and Lily Tomlin.
But, Joan, more than any of them, stood out to me. She spoke to me.
So, while I am saddened at her passing and wishing I had seen her live, I’m smiling as I remember the laughs she gave so freely and the confidence she showed me.
Thanks, Joan! May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
I’m going to admit that I do not know a lot about Common Core. What I do know is that it sets educational standards and no one seems to like it much. This reminds me of another attempt to set educational standards: No Child Left Behind.
We do need standards in education. While the right continues to scream about teachers’ unions and blame them for the decline of education, the left screams that we’re not spending enough money. The truth is probably in the middle left.
But, here’s the think: Common Core had bipartisan support when it was passed and now the GOP is turning against it in a big way. They’re accusing President Obama of illegally using Federal funds to make States follow the guidelines. Wait, how is that illegal? And, why can’t the GOP ever just come up with an idea without it being an attack on the President?
I’m beginning to think that they didn’t get enough hugs when they were children.
Disclaimer: I have to say that I was given by Penguin a galley proof of Five Days Left by Julie Lawson Timmer on August 6th. Penguin would like me to post a review on their site, but it is not required and they have not asked me to review this book on my site. I have chosen to do this of my own free will and they have not compensated me in anyway.
Five Days Left will not be released to the public until September 9, 2014. I seriously suggest that you pre-order it from your favorite bookstore. Seriously.
Without being halfway done with the book, I started writing this review. I wanted other people to feel what I felt while reading the book – the ups, the downs, the anger and tears.
Julie Lawson Timmer (whom I’ve never met, but who has a beautiful first name) knows how to grip you – just by the premise. In five days, Mara – a young mother living with Huntington’s Disease – will kill herself, leaving her young daughter motherless and her wonderful husband wifeless. In five days, Scott – a teacher with a baby on the way – has to give up his foster son, whom he’s raised for the last year. How’s that for a premise? When I read it, I knew I had to read the whole book.
Your heart will ache for Scott. He loves Curtis, his foster son, as much – if not more – than he loves his unborn child or his wife. Having to turn Curtis over to a just freed from jail mother is breaking his heart. His best friend, Pete, doesn’t understand his pain. And, his wife, who wasn’t big on the foster idea in the first place, cannot understand how losing Curtis takes precedence over the new baby.
Mara is a take charge woman who is being beaten by a disease for which there is no cure – I’m not even sure I can describe her and do her justice. She’s a lawyer, her husband is a doctor and they have an adopted daughter. Life would have been perfect, if Huntington’s hadn’t knocked on her door and decide to stay. We find out – via flashbacks – about her symptoms and how she was diagnosed. Now, more than a year after her diagnosis and months after losing her partnership at a law fire, Mara sees the handwriting on the wall. She is done and it is time to go.
The way Timmer intertwines Mara and Scott’s stories is wonderful. Their stories will grip you and not let you take a breath. Do not miss this wonderful, amazing read.
And, on another note, for those keeping track – this is book 7 of my reading challenge and I have 93 more to go. Not too difficult, that’s one book every three days before next June 23rd.
Today, I was driving a couple of friends’ kids home. Right in front of us a man misses a curve and smashes into a light pole. He backs up, a little too close to my front end, and takes off. So, we followed him. Long story short, we realize that he’s drug or high, so I hit the emergency button and am connected to OnStar. We explained what’s going on and within minutes, I’m speaking with a Racine dispatcher, who takes down my information. We follow the man to his apartment building, the police thank us and we leave.
Not only were the two kids with me impressed with OnStar, I was grateful to know that I had this dispatcher who was able to give the police my location and follow me via GPS to help. When it was done, OnStar called me back for being a good Samaritan. That’s a laugh – I wouldn’t have been able to do that without their assistance.
The police needed more information from us, so we met a very nice officer at the scene of the accident. He told us that the man was apprehended.
Good job, OnStar!
I’m just crabby today – so crabby that Cheryl told me not to talk to anyone at work, so I don’t get fired. So, I’m venting here. WTF? What’s wrong with the world? Is everyone brain damaged? First, the new updated Facebook app – why does it just keep saying Setting up and not doing anything. I realize this isn’t life or death, but can’t anyone do their jobs? Is that too much to ask?
And, then traffic – learn to drive your freaking car, please! Could you just do that? Use your blinker, don’t follow so closely that you have to slam on your breaks causing a two hour snarl, because you can’t drive. I’m lucky I made it to work today!
And, then, can’t you take care of your pets? For the love of Christ, I am tired of seeing homeless, abused pets everywhere – in the news, on Facebook, on news sites. Is it too much to ask that when you make the decision to buy Fido that you take care of him? And, can we please decide as a nation that you only get one chance at owning a pet? No more of this you got one dog, but that didn’t work out so we’ll give you six others in succession to determine what the issue is. The issue is the humans suck! I know, some people can’t handle their pets. We had to give our cat, Jack, to friends because he was miserable in our house. He and our three cats couldn’t find a way to tolerate each other. I’ve felt guilty about this ever since. It breaks my heart.
I can’t take anymore pictures of dogs with one eye, cats with torn up faces and the scars. It’s breaking my heart and I can’t save them all – I’ve rescued four animals and our dog is a problem child – I cannot bring another animal into our home. I donate, I give. I can’t do anymore – so just stop posting this. Please, could I go one day – just one FUCKING day? Is that too much to ask of my fellow human beings that they act like animals and care a little about the people and animals around them?
Somedays, it is just so hard to hold it together. I’m sure I’m just crabby and I’ll snap out of this – like I always do, but help me out here – BE A FUCKING DECENT PERSON TODAY and go help an old lady cross the street, thank a vet, donate to charity, volunteer or just make someone laugh and post that. Put that on your Facebook, Google+ and Twitter.
Please, don’t even get me started about Ferguson…