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The 40 Series #1: What I Know For Sure...About Me

This is a milestone birth year for me.  In December I will turn 40.  The halfway mark. The middle of the road of life.  It is exactly six months until I turn the big 4-0!

I've been mulling over doing this series for weeks.  I was going to do it during the forty days leading up to my big day but I fear I'd forget all of the profound stuff I want to say. Besides, there is something else I'm thinking about doing during those forty days.

Now, there won't be anything earth shattering it will simply be my truths, lessons I've learned, things I like, people I love, things I know for sure about me.

#The40Series

   

Now Churning: Salted Caramel Ice Cream

Recipe can be found here

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Day 29, Wednesday: Five songs or pieces of music that speak to you or bring back memories.

Use Grooveshark or YouTube to include them in the post
I'm going to post about new to me music I've found recently.  Real music is not always on the radio! Hope you all enjoy!

Unaware by Allen Stone
I never expected all of that soul to come out of his voice!  I was raising holy music hands y'all! I love everything about this song! He did that!

Hell Yeah by Stacy Barthe
I'd never heard of her or her music now I need to find all of her music!  Her voice, the lyrics, the freaking beat! I love everything about this song too. And did yall peep her super dope style!?  All the flyness!!

What Profit by Dwele featuring Phife Diggy.  I've never been a big Dwele fan but  I've always been a huge Phife Dog fan!

Make it Bun Dem by Skrillex and Damian Marley.  B introduced me to this song and I loved it instantly!

Metropolis by Janelle Monae. I think her voice  is amazing and that she is very underrated!

Day 28, Tuesday: Only pictures

Day 27, Monday: A letter to your readers

Dear Readers:
I like comments.  Please and thank you. 
I know some of y'all hate that captcha thing but it is necessary to keep the spammers away!  I truly appreciate you all coming over here to my little nook on these here internets. 

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Day 26, Sunday: Something You Read Online



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     Leave a link and discuss, if you'd like.        I actually found this article via a blogger I follow, Erica B's D.I.Y. Style.  The article, The Lost Art of Dress, is about master dressmaker and professor Linda Przybyszewski.  She basically discusses how many people don't dress with care any longer. It sparked a memory of when I was young and how my grandmother always stayed fresh when she stepped out of the house.  Her clothes were always freshly ironed and she NEVER EVER EVER stepped out of the house without foundation garments: slips, girdles, GOOD bras.   The women in my family made most of their clothes so the clothes were always tailored to their bodies.  They taught me how to dress for my body and how to do it tastefully. There were never booty shorts, shown midriffs, walking out the house with a scarf on your head, in pajamas or house slippers.  NONE of that mess flew.  They always told me to "care about how you look." I often repeat this same statement to my own daughters.  I firmly believe that when you look good you feel good, you hold your head higher, your stride is longer and more purposeful.    I don't mean you have to be dressed to The Nines all of the time but are you and your clothes clean and wrinkle- free? Do they fit properly? Are you showing any of your unmentionables, places or undergarments? Is your hair nicely coiffed? Are you dressed appropriately for the occasion?   Care about how you look.      

 

Day 25, Saturday: Something Someone Told You About Yourself...

 

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    ...that you'll never forget (good or bad)       That I was "definitely my mother's child."  The person that told me meant it as an insult because my mother's history preceded her. She was a sho nuff badass in her younger days and was often judged based on her past.  However, I took that supposed insult as a compliment.    My mother often worked two jobs to take care of me, my sisters and my daughter.  She sacrificed a lot to, at the time, get her B.S. degree (she went on to get her PhD).  I took this person's intended insult to mean that I was resilient, intelligent,  compassionate, hard-working and took no crap. So yes I am, proudly, my mother's child.