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Shaaarkk!

Um...excuse the interruption, sir, but I believe there's a shark on your head.

hehhhehheh

SHARK WEEK!!!

On Decisions

I just got invited to the Rolling Stones concert at Comerica Park tonight. 

But it's Shark Week. 

And the "Bride of Jaws" doc comes on tonight. 

And I know nothing about The Rolling Stones. 

Except that the lead singer guy did a funny skit with Jimmy Fallon on SNL. 

Wait. They sing the "start me up" song, right? They play it in like every commercial in the universe. 

And he dances funny. 

But any event at Comerica is bound to be awe-inspiring. 

Decisions, decisions. 

What would you do?

#1stworldproblems

Last Comerica Park.

OMFG It's Shark Week, bitches!

I'm stuck to my couch like a mako on a school of tuna. 

And I'm going all Polaris attack and breaching this leftover birthday cake I found in the fridge. 

#SeeWhatIDidThere

Last Shark Week

I wanna swim with sharks.





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Thank...you...?

Okay, someone's way too knowledgeable about my cycle...

/me checks all the calendars

#creepy

#stillgonnaeatit

#1stworldproblems

Warmth + XXL + Day to Nite

So this male coworker.

He gives me this really warm greeting when we pass. He greets me like I rescued his mother from a burning building. His whole demeanor changes,  By the time we've passed each other, it feels like he just gave me a big hug. 

No, it isn't the flirty look. The "I'm imagining you naked" look guys do when they see a random woman under the age of 50.

Nope, this is more like the look your grandmother gave you when you graduated from high school. It's hard to describe, but it's definitely a "Hello, Mia...I'm so glad for what you've done for me" greeting.

I only realized it this week. But he's been doing it for a while. I watched him discreetly today in the lunchroom. He mostly only greeted the people in his department, but from what I could see, they were just greetings. Like normal people. I cut through the tables to greet him on my way to put up my tray, and he actually put his fork down and again greeted me like I'm a long lost family member, and like he was just wasting time eating until he could greet me.

So I'm trying to think back to something we could have both been involved in. Maybe a community outreach thing. Or maybe I let him jump in front of me on the freeway.  Idk. But it's driving me crazy. It's kind of uncomfortable to get a "thank you so much for waking up this morning and gracing me with your presence" greeting from a guy I don't remember doing anything for.

Idk. I'm dying to ask him what's up, but I'm afraid of the answer. It'll either be, "Well, you saved me my life...don't you remember?", or "Um...what look? Are you crazy? Psycho."

Headed to see Magic Mike XXL with the ladies. I'll see all you ladies there lol

Hey, here's how to go from "worker bee" to "night owl" in 5 minutes:

1. Replace suit jacket with cropped bolero or clingy jacket.
2. Remove pantyhose.
3. Replace work pumps with T-strap peep toes.
4. Unwind twisted hair bun and scrunch until hair is really foofy.

Also, worst butt dial ever.

Honor Him

We often forget the grand task our fathers are burdened to bear. They can only show strength - as it's unforgivable for the head of household to appear weak - but be conscious and empathetic when we cry. Lest we not forget that our fathers came home with sore backs and tired feet from working enough to keep us warm and sheltered.

When your mother coddled and protected you, your father nurtured your sense of independence and survival.

Travel and Protection
Respect and Honor

When your mother insisted you join teams and clubs, your father worked tirelessly to provide the means for you.

When your mother gave you a seed and helped you cultivate it and watch it grow, your father taught you to take it by its stalk and tear it down and use it to nourish one thousand other things.

Your mother taught you to carry peace in your body to settle the unruly. Your father taught you to put up with bullshit only once.

He is the gear that shifts you from resolution to determination. You cannot make your own family without carrying the weight and the honor of his name. And you can't look in a mirror and not see him looking back, assessing his work.

Your father granted you shelter.
Conditioned your strength.
Made you fearless.
Except for spiders.
Rooted your stability.
Demanded your integrity.
Made you better.

Honor Him.