Monday, October 17, 2016

Designated Survivor

I don't watch a ton of TV and most of the time my TV is on to make noise while I'm piddling and working around the house or getting ready in the morning. But, I do try and watch one or two new shows each season to see if they're worthy of following.  One of those this season is Designated Survivor.  It stars Kiefer Sutherland (pardon me while I swoon) and, no, it isn't just a remake of 24.

Kiefer Sutherland is the head of the Department of Housing and Urban Development and is chosen as the designated survivor to be sequestered during the State of the Union address in the unlikely event a tragedy occurs and the government leadership is wiped out.  The show's Pilot involves a bombing at the Capitol and the need for Kiefer to be sworn in as President of the United States.

I'm only two episodes in, but the story is riveting, and quite ironic in its applicability to today's presidential landscape.  Kiefer's character assumes a role he really isn't prepared for, but serves out in the best way possible.  His humility in this role as his life changes in a blink of an eye is commendable.  I get this is fiction, but it sure is refreshing.  

It's an understatement to say I'm beyond disappointed in this year's presidential election.  Neither candidate is someone I want running the free world.  I was quickly reminded of this when in the first 30 minutes of the Designated Survivor becoming POTUS, he was given the instructions on how to launch all nuclear weapons operated by the US.  Frightening.

I try and avoid political debates on social media.  That's why I'm writing this blog.  I can't handle the constant bickering in my social feeds.  It's exhausting.  So I'm keeping my most passionate comments here.

When I fill in the bubble to vote for our next president, I can't, with good conscience vote for either of the two leading candidates.  I can't. Don't try and persuade me, it won't change.  Hilary's complete disregard of human life - her pro-choice stand and her Benghazi behavior - doesn't give me comfort.  Yes, it would be tremendous to have a female president, but is she the role model I want?  Absolutely not.  You continue to tolerate your husband's fornication all for the sake of maybe becoming President yourself.  Have you no more regard for yourself than that?  It's sad...and troubling.  

Trump is a whole other issue.  Take away his recent "locker-room talk" scandal and other female encounters that have come about, he turns my stomach.  His narcissistic, prideful attitude is not appropriate for the Oval Office.  I'm a conservative Christian and many stand behind him because of his potential Supreme Court Justice appointment.  I have zero faith in his keeping that promise since I've not really seen any consistency in his campaign...other than narcissistic pride.  I didn't vote for Obama, so take this statement from that perspective.  Obama has more class in his pinkie finger than Trump has in his whole body.  

In some ways, I wish we could designate a President somehow, but that would only come if neither major party gets the majority and it goes to Congress.  It's times like these I miss my Dad so much.  I'd love to hear this take on this.  But, if I could talk to him now, he'd say, "I'm sure glad I'm not on earth anymore for a lot of reasons you don't understand yet, but this election is another reason."  

I'm not sure who'll I'll vote for come November 8, but I will vote.  It won't be Trump or Clinton, but someone else with a chance, albeit slight.  I'm voting because I have that right.  The right as a woman I've only had a short time in light of history and the right many people fought for my freedom to have.  I'm not going to "pull the lever" for someone who I can't respect.  

Friday, September 30, 2016

Breaking Out

This week has been one for the record books.  As Dickens once said, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."  The worst times occurred on Monday when I got news my boss was leaving.  I've had tons of bosses in my lifetime.  Some were great, some were not.  But this one was great, so personally I'm super sad.  Professionally, as they say on Broadway, the show must go on.  With that news, the week brought its own stressors, and the jockeying for position when this sort of thing happens - which has happened many times in my work life.  To add to the week, Thursday was the anniversary of my Mom's death.  Sixteen years ago I lost the woman who waited 18 long years for me, loved me, nurtured me and was my best friend.  I could have used an hour or 100 with her this week.

The best of times occurred because I turned another year older and felt the love from many friends far and wide.  Last year was my golden jubilee, so this was just a normal birthday year, but that little blip of love in the middle of the week was so needed.  Also in the midst of the worst was a great time on Thursday with my entire office enjoying some time away playing a competitive game of escape room.

If you haven't heard of this new gaming phenomenon, you go to a location and a team of people (up to 8) are locked in a room with a backstory.  Based on clues they have in the room, they have 1 hour to "break out."  Our office broke down into 3 teams participating in a Casino Royale, Museum Heist, and Island Escape.  My team did Island Escape.  If you like solving puzzles, cryptic riddles and mysteries, this game is for you.

The game starts with a short video and then once the timer starts you begin searching the room for clues.  There are multiple things locked with combination locks - both number and letter - and key locks.  Getting access to all of those is vital to getting out of the room.  To explain how we did it is way too complex.  I envy those that write these games because the detail is amazing.  We had exploding volcanoes with clues, maps that dropped things out, constellations on the wall, a black light flashlight, and special glasses to read computer screens.  It was a blast!

Our team broke out!  And did it in 53 minutes.  Sadly, the other two teams didn't break out, so at the hour mark, they were released.  I'm ready to take on the challenge of the other rooms and be able to say I broke out of all of them.  

In the midst of good and bad times, I'm grateful for things like escaping locked rooms to distract me from the harsh realities of life.  

Thursday, September 15, 2016

The Gospel According to Traffic Court

Back in June of this year, I was given a ticket for not changing lanes while traveling next to a police car pulled off the road citing another vehicle.  As traumatizing as that was, I had no idea how the fun would continue when I went to traffic court.

My court date was last month, and I'd never been to traffic court, much less to the courthouse downtown, which we affectionately call here in the Ville, "Sixth and Jefferson."  I traveled downtown for my 1pm assigned court date in the extreme heat.  I circled until I found a place to park - the main reason I loathe downtown - horrible parking.  I headed on into the courthouse.  Clearly you could have videoed the people of WalMart or the latest reality show (aptly named "Sixth and Jefferson") given the sights I saw.  Every type of person wearing any type of clothing (or very little clothing) was hanging around the lobby and right outside the door.  

I entered the building and quickly went through security.  I felt like I was dealing with TSA, but without all the hassles.  I've watched enough cop shows to be alert to my surroundings lest some psychopath pull out a weapon and start going crazy.  I checked in at the front desk, interrupting the receptionist from reading her novel.  Aside, good to know my tax dollars pay for someone to read 8 hours a day. She instructed me which courtroom and I navigated the directions to get to the 3rd floor and my specific courtroom.  

When I walked in, I felt like I was on Perry Mason.  The court room looked just like they do on TV, albeit smaller.  I sat in the courtroom pews and waited for my name to be called.  They aren't really pews, but honestly look just like them.  And, quite frankly, I prayed as much sitting in those pews as I do in a church pew.  The first stop on this journey is to talk to a lawyer or "important man in a suit" that is sitting at the desks in front of the judge's bench.  This is the first level of Dante's Hell you have to get through before facing the judge.  My name was called and I went up and he reviewed my ticket.  The first words out of his mouth were, "Well, I'm not sure what to do with you."  Huh?

You never want to hear that in a courtroom, doctor's office or operating room.  He continued by saying that the way the police officer wrote up the ticket, his only option was to suspend my license for six months.  I almost lost it.  "Are you kidding me?" was my response.  He patted himself down trying to find his phone, which wasn't on his person and asked if he could use mine.  Really, at th is point I started to think I was being punk'd.  

He tried calling the Department of Transportation to ask them what to do.  Of course, that was after I looked up the number and called it for him, hoping my gracious groveling would help me out here.  When he couldn't reach anyone, he said, "I can reschedule a new court date, or if you can wait, I can talk to my higher ups to see what options I have."  I told him I'd be happy to wait since I was already missing work to get this handled.  

I sat there for what seemed like an eternity waiting.  I texted some friends and asked them to pray.  What would I do if my license was suspended?  I have to first get home, then how do I get from place to place for the next six months.  Needless to say, I was a mess.  I prayed and I waited.  When the important-man-in-a-suit came back, he said he could lower the charge to careless driving (what in the world was it before!?) and I could pay the fine and court fees.  I wouldn't be eligible for traffic school.  I quickly said yes and thank you.

Then back to the pews to wait until the judge called me up.  By the time that happened, I was half a basket case on the inside and half relieved that this was almost over.  She repeated the violation as amended and asked if I plead guilty or not guilty.  I paused and said, "Well, the police officer said I was guilty."  She said, "You don't have to plead guilty.  You can plead not guilty and then we'll go to trial."  At that point, Miss Resilient Steel Magnolia here, broke a bit.  I told her I'd never been in court in my life and I just wanted this over.  I didn't weep or sob, but she, as a woman, could tell I was about to break down.  She was very nice and explained how I would go about paying my ticket by phone to avoid another trip down to the court house.  

I left there completely exhausted, mentally and physically.  I went home, called in and paid my ticket and hope it goes away.  But I learned a few lessons in the process....

Being in that court room facing the judge because of my violation was humbling and scary all at the same time.  I clearly broke a law, though I didn't think my violation required quite that high of a penalty.  All I could think of when I left that day is how grateful I am for the saving grace of Jesus Christ.  You see, I'm a sinner.  I sin every day, multiple times a day.  And I deserve punishment.  A violation worse than what I received from that police officer.  But Jesus took on that punishment for me.  He, being sinless, gave His life, so I wouldn't have to live eternally separated from God.  The visual I kept seeing was me walking up to the podium before the judge, being condemned, and Jesus coming up, hugging me and gently moving me away and stepping in my place.  Wow.  That's love.  

Conviction came on me that day of my prideful heart, not just about that traffic violation but all the ways I sin daily.  And yet, Jesus' righteousness covers me.  I could never repay the debt I owe, unlike my ability to pay for this ticket and move on.  May I be forever thankful for the love of Christ who always steps into my place to save and protect me.  

Monday, August 15, 2016

My 48 Minutes of Fame

I'm obsessed with reading.  It's a passion that has returned after losing the passion during college and going back for my MBA years later.  I've also carried a long lost dream to have my own radio talk show.  As a youngster, I would use my Dad's recording equipment and make up stories and record myself as if I was on the radio.  I even included commercial breaks by saying, "Thanks for the interruption."  

Marrying my obsession with a dream became a reality when I was the guest on the What Should I Read Next podcast hosted by Anne Bogel.  I decided to submit a request to be on the show and see if I was a fit and I was!  I couldn't have been more ecstatic.  My episode aired on August 9 and I've felt like a star ever since.

Along with Anne's recommendations (which you'll hear when you listen to the episode), I've received oodles of suggestions from the podcast blog post and gotten tons of requests to connect with listeners on GoodReads.  I feel famous!  All because of my 48 minutes of fame.  

If you are a reader, or even if you're not, be sure to have a listen.  One item checked off my bucket list.  Now to really get that radio show....

Monday, August 01, 2016

Picnics, Podcasts and Pokemon Go

Yesterday, our church had a "Dinner on the Grounds" as part of our 100-year celebration.  For those non-Baptists, or people under the age of 30, a "dinner on the grounds" is really a picnic where the church provides the fried chicken (or some other meaty entree) and the church members bring sides.  Our organized picnic assigned salads, sides and desserts by last name so we'd have a more even distribution and not end up eating nothing but chips and dessert with our fried chicken.  And everyone was tasked with bringing a 2-liter, so the drinks were plentiful.  It was hot.  Maybe if you were under a tree somewhere it wasn't, but if you were out long, you couldn't miss the heat.  I was privileged to serve the chicken in one of the serving lines and found myself sweating so much I thought my eyes were watering.  A good time was had by all, and the food was plentiful.  I did learn that KFC-provided serving tongs are not very sturdy.  I broke two in a matter of an hour.  

This morning, I was interviewed by Anne Bogel for her podcast, What Should I Read Next.  I was so excited about this opportunity and consider an item on my bucket list checked off.  I've listened to her podcast for a while and it adds fuel to my already obsessive love of reading.  Though it might sound stalkish, I would love to discuss books with her regularly.  The one thing I realized from the podcast (which I'll link on my blog when it's live), is what I thought would be the theme of the books I love was way off from reality.  I won't give away the content of the podcast, but after analyzing I came to realize and had confirmation that I love historical fiction (what!?!) and stories with a female protagonist (not as surprising).  I left wanting to spend the next three days in a bookstore.  

Pokemon Go is the newest craze in the world these days.  I'll admit I've played the game and it is kind of fun, though I'm out of Poke Balls to continue play right now.  Being in technology, this take on augmented reality will forever shift the paradigm.  Now, everyone "gets" augmented reality and businesses can reach consumers with that technology, maybe easier than they could have before Pokemon Go.  To let you know how much it has infiltrated the world, I was driving down a main road the other night and a local church had on their sign "We're a PokeStop, so feel free to stop by."  I give them credit for creativity and engaging the culture.