Da Hype 1
Rarely do I have the opportunity to spend the day reading anymore. My weekdays are spent at work and doing homework and making yet another outfit for my 6 year old who must participate in 50s Dress Up Day, Scarecrow Day or some other made up holiday to give kids an opportunity to wear fun clothes. On weekends, I spend a lot of time doing community service. I am exhausted come Monday morning! It takes me forever to finish reading a book nowadays.
What makes me happy and has always made me happy, is when I am able to read a book. I cannot remember the last time I crawled in my big chair, pulled up the covers and got lost in a book for an entire day.
You know that moment when you are shopping around for the best outfit for an upcoming trip? Or, after you lined up those chosen outfits on the bed and you are folding them and carefully placing them in your suitcase. While most are packing, I am lining up my books to read on the Beach. I get so excited about reading on vacation because it is uninterrupted time for me to read by myself. I get to lay on the beach and allow the ocean to be my background.
As I am writing this, I am dreaming of my next opportunity for uninterrupted reading.
Right now, I’m reading Solomon Northrup’s 12 Years A Slave. I’ll tell you about it and the movie when I’m done.
Da Realist 1
One of my favorite ways to spend the day is to hang out with my friends. My good friends are like family to me. These folks know me well, and I know them. They accept that I’m a little. . . ahem. . . eccentric. Most of them have seen me when sick as well as healthy; sad as well as happy; fat as well as slightly less chunky.
My best friends are scattered across the country, so we don’t get to see each other very often. When we do, it’s time to cut up! When we get together, it feels like we were never apart. It doesn’t really matter what we do because we always have a good time.
Some of our best times have been: blasting DeBarge’s “I Like It” and singing at the top of our lungs at the mall; going to see “For Colored Girls” and later staying up half the night talking about it; hanging out at the Kentuckiana Pride Festival (where we were “outed” for being straight); snorkeling in the Atlantic Ocean; seeing the sights in Denver; attending conferences in Toronto, Rutgers, St. Louis, or elsewhere. Here’s to good friends!