Have you got a favourite dish? A constant craving? The one meal that always makes you salivate ?
Perhaps I’m just thinking about food more because I’m pregnant but here is my list, in no particular order, of;
Top 10 Foods I Could Eat For The Rest Of My Life
Grapefruit, with sugar sprinkled over the slices.
Oh gosh, even thinking about it.
2. Cheese. All kinds. I can’t help myself.
3. Pad Thai. I love that shit.
4. Pasta, buttery and with parmesan cheese. It is my guilty pleasure and probably accounts for at least a buttcheek’s worth of my booty.
5. Steak, chicago style and medium in the middle. Better with button mushrooms fried in some butter, caramelized onions and topped with seafood. Just get in my mouth now. Do it.
6. Eggs Benedict. Hollandaise sauce makes my life. In fact, put that on top of the steak too.
7. Homemade clam chowder. In a pinch, I will accept the canned stuff but it had better have giant chunks of clam in it!
8. Plain white rice with salt and butter, or soy sauce.
9. Chocolate mousse. Oh man, I make good mousse. I’m going to make some right now. Seriously, at 2am. It’s going down.
10. Goat cheese and avocado sandwiches on rye bread, even better if topped with roasted red peppers. It’s amazing and, if you try it, email me to let you know how in love you are with this dish!
See, I couldn’t help it on the mousse front.
Are you starving yet? What foods would make your top 10?
There is a poem by George Ella Lyon called “Where I’m From.” Frequently, it is reinterpreted by bloggers, students and fans all around the world. This is my version and, if you make one of your own, I would love to see it!
Where I’m From
I am from stilettos, from chocolate peanut butter ice cream and guilty pleasure yoga pants.
I am from the glorified sardine can house, warm, passionate, smelling of babies, spices and meals much enjoyed.
I am from coconut oil, the yard garden, the Canadian autumns and rejuvenating summer sunshine.
I am from Christmas celebrated on Christmas Eve and green eyes with gray rings, from Gramma and Poppy, McCollum, Keast and Graves. Quick to laugh, quicker to argue, soon to smooth it over.
I am from the distant, yet still connected.
From your left hand goes with your left foot and your right hand goes with your right foot, and from you stop, drop and roll…in case of bears.
I am from the believers but not the faithful. The past church goers and current, wannabe preachers.
I’m from Niagara and England, eggs Benedict at 2am and the best, softest chocolate chip cookies ever made.
From the man who watches TV through closed eyelids, the best that pass too soon and the grandfather whose humour and rooftop serenades survive even death.
I am from Gramma’s attic, the High Church in England, the large dispersion of cousins and our little, happy home. These roots have helped me grow.
My son Ben (Thing 1 to my regular readers) has started fundraising for the Heart And Stroke Foundation of Canada. He is supporting a cause very near and dear to his little heart, due to our family’s own issues with heart disease.
He’s such a sweet, responsible and caring boy- I’m trying to help him by doing my part and sharing this across all of my social media platforms, as well as making sure that I stay “heart healthy” myself, as it’s a concern of his. He does the Jump every year, as well as runs a 5K Road Race later in the month to support Education Foundation Of Niagara…. I couldn’t run that far to save my life, let alone for charity!! lol He’s doing it not terribly long after his appendix was removed (see featured image) and this is his first long run post-surgery so he’s nervous about it. Still, he’s pulled up his philanthropic socks and is doing the Jump, shortly followed by the run.
This sweetheart takes on every charitable endeavor that comes his way and I’m very, very proud of him.
If anyone’s willing to donate, even $5 to help out, I know he would be over-the-moon to be able to give a sizable donation to the foundation. If you donate online, you can do so by sending payment directly to the charity via his fundraising page and tax receipts are automatically issued!
FEEL FREE TO SHARE THIS POST/LINK TO HELP “Thing 1” OUT!! 🙂
I’ll admit it, I’ve wanted the Liebster for a while. It might sound silly, as I’ve become established in tribes and have a regular stream of commenting friends, but I just didn’t feel as though I was part of the “in” crowd. It’s the same reason we all want to be asked to the parties in high school- it means you’re part of a social group and have been noticed or accepted by someone else. One might not need validation or these types of little accolades but it’s certainly nice to get them and the random surprise made me feel great! Plus, passing them on brightens someone else’s day and helps generate some great backlinks. Any blogger can appreciate those. On a day when I was feeling a bit worn out, this re-energized me and got me to thinking about future posts.
I will accept my Liebster happily, with excitement, and think this sums it up nicely;
A special thank you to the super awesome Jacquelyn from DIY Design Mom, who thought enough of me to throw My Domestic Dish some social mention and props. She writes a beautiful, tidy and outstanding blog about savings tips, great DIY ideas and some fantastic shopping secrets for the stylist on a budget. Check out her Liebster post here. Thank you Jacquelyn!
There are six simple rules for accepting the Liebster Award;
Acknowledge the person who nominated you, link to their blog, and display the award
Answer 11 questions that the nominating blogger gave you
List 11 random facts about yourself
Nominate 11 blogs that you think are deserving of the award (sometimes a limited social following is stipulated but I’ll say to do whatever your heart desires, as my following was already too big for the standard rules)
Let the 11 bloggers know you’ve nominated them via social media. Shhh…surprise them!
Give them 11 questions of your own to answer
Now to answer the questions that were posed, as best I can.
1. Did you design your own blog logo or did you have someone else do the designing?
I retained creative control, gave all details for what I wanted and worked alongside someone who had more design skills than I could ever to possess. I sent about a billion pictures, gave multiple exceptionally detailed descriptions of what would work and then I prayed…lots.
I received a wicked logo and then went back to have it done again, with a younger (more “me”) head put on to it. It’s less Marilyn, more Mama but it works and I fancy it. I actually owe my logo to Fiverr and, if you want a free “gig” (job) then please feel free to use this link to try it yourself at no risk; https://www.fiverr.com/s/7c050l This is my logo, by the way;
2. How would you categorize the type of blog you write in 1 word?
3. What’s your favorite TV show or Movie?
Boston Legal is my all-time fave show. My dog’s name is actually Shirley Schmidt. (seriously)
I love the law and I love James Spader- that one combines both and features him kicking ass on a regular basis. Not gonna lie, reading a script from that show would be more tantalizing than a 50 Shades novel any day.
4. What do you think is the most effective way to market your blog? What platforms or methods have given you the greatest success?
I believe a good base is necessary and, when they show support, it can help your following grow dramatically. I have had the most success with Facebook and by not being afraid to let my personality show in posts or pitches. I find people respond to that better than a standard, all business approach.
5. Do you have any pets?
I do! The aforementioned dog named Shirley is our family pet. We also have a fish, who’s presently nameless. We did have a kitty, although she passed a few months ago and I’ll refrain from replacing her at all costs. She was cute but clawed a lot of things and it appears we have terrible luck with cats. I want to save myself, and the kids, that kind of heartache again.
6. Where do you live? Keep it vague for safety reasons…example: Idaho or France…do not list your city or town unless it’s a big one.
I live in Ontario, Canada, in a sleepy town just outside of Niagara Falls.
7. How often do you write blog posts and what time of the day do you usually write?
I typically write a couple of posts each week and I always write in the evenings, once my husband is home from work. It allows me to work on the blog without my two toddlers on top of me. He isn’t always able to contain the chaos, however, so sometimes I have to write until the wee hours of the morning.
8. What is your current song obsession?
Uptown Funk! I just love it. All four of my children love and dance to it as well, which is a major bonus when it comes on.
9. Did you watch the Superbowl? If so, what did you think of Katy Perry’s performance?
I did, yes. I thought she was prerecorded (I once viewed an online video of when her recording failed and she had to do a live song) and the best thing about the show wasn’t Katy Perry but Missy Elliot. Admittedly, I’m not the biggest fan. I thought the campy, cartoonish dancers and the silly set beach set was irritating but the floor during on segment was very well done. I believe that the Superbowl halftime show should feature something badass, something rock, and Katy Perry didn’t cut it for me.
10. What are you most proud of?
I am most proud of my children. They give me a reason to wake up every day, a source of light at all times (even when they’re being monsters) and regular smiles. Their innocence, wonder, unconditional love and laughter is a daily reminder of the fact that there’s always something to look forward to and there’s always someone worth investing in, even when times get really tough. I will always have an excellent reason to take care of myself, to strive for better, to stay motivated and to set a good example.
11. What do you find most challenging about blogging?
Trying to balance the blog and home life is incredibly taxing at times- It’s impossible at others. I can’t always manage the two and, obviously, my children come first but it’s stressful when I can’t accomplish everything I am supposed to in a day. Once the girls go to school (if I don’t homeschool, which I am leaning towards doing), it’ll be a lot easier to work. That is, if I can make enough through My Domestic Dish to stay home during school hours. We’ll see! See though? Stress.
Oh- and coding. FML, I hate that crap.
11 Random Facts About Me
1. I think water tastes disgusting.
2. I don’t care to travel. After living overseas for a while, I’m content to stay in Canada. My ideal vacation is cottaging in the Muskoka area.
3. I don’t have a sweet tooth. I don’t crave chocolate but I do crave cheese.
4. I love Marilyn Monroe and have quite a collection of Marilyn items, including my bedding.
5. My nighttime routine consists of curling up in front of the news, having a glass of wine and reading on commercials. Super exciting.
6. My oldest daughter is named after a man. My oldest son is named after a woman. You can’t tell.
7. I run a group, as part of a team, of over 5000 women online; In order to deal with the difficult ones, I routinely think of Mary Poppins while typing. If my wording doesn’t suit the “Spoonful of Sugar” tune, I delete it and write it again.
8. I hate Ellen Degeneres. I can’t justify it, I feel bad about it and I have no real reasoning but it’s a passionate disdain. I know, I’m a super douche. I think it might be her voice- it’s like nails on a chalkboard for me (see point 10).
9. I love, love, love seafood. If I was on death row and had to order my last meal, it would be surf and turf, followed by chocolate mousse.
10. I have something called Misophonia. This leads to me snapping at people for things like breathing on/very close to me, chewing, slurping, nail-clipping *skin crawls*, singing, repeating themselves (or repetitive sounds/motion) or snoring. I don’t just wander around quashing all fun, or yelling at anybody, and try to keep things very minimal but there are some days when my jaw is clamped shut so tightly from the stress of it that I’ll wind up with a toothache. When I was pregnant with my first, it got so bad that I used to throw up over the sound of my ex’s voice.
11. When cooking, I regularly think of Julia Child. I think it would be awesome to get a WWJD tattoo that says, “What would Julia do?” underneath… something cooking-related. On the bucket list!
Eeeek! I was nominated for this year’s One Lovely Blog Award, which comes with a nifty, little blog button to stick in my sidebar, some self-props and a few fun facts about myself. Huzzah!
The rules for accepting the 2015 One Lovely Blog Award:
– Thank and link back to the person who nominated you. – Share 7 things about yourself. – Nominate 15 other bloggers and comment on their blogs to let them know.
Sounds like a deal! So thank you very much to Valerie from The Kitchen Revival for shooting this blog award my way and here are my seven facts;
I love chess, used to play a lot of it and did so competitively. I was the youngest child to ever win the Niagara Regional Championship and I had to play OAC students (back when that existed) to do so. I’m not sure if that record still holds to this day but it did for many years. One of my most prized possessions was a hand carved, beautiful wooden chess set that an ex of mine purchased for me- it was complete with velvet on the inside, a gold clasp and it was the best board that I ever played on. A different ex, jealous, “lost” ‘pieces. He replaced it with his own set, which was also awesome, and then the first ex smashed it while he was visiting from the UK. Clearly, they were not nice boys. I haven’t played chess since, in part because I don’t have a beautiful board to play it on. The glass ones are terrible visually and the cheapy, plastic ones just make me miserable. I should rectify this situation but can not justify spending the money on one that would top either of those. Le sigh.
I wanted to be a lawyer for as long as I can remember. I’m not a lawyer now. I decided, instead, to become a mother at a very young age and it sucked the pull towards the profession right out of me. Ideally, I would open an orphanage like Jo did, from Little Women, and live out the rest of my days mothering anyone that I could. When the time comes, I may go into teaching because it’s the next best thing and I still get to nurture little ones each day. I remain cutthroat, quite logical and can probably best most in an argument but I would rather snuzzle a baby, to be honest.
Falling in line with that, my all time favourite show is Boston Legal. I’m also pulled towards The Practice and, more recently, Suits. I can live vicariously, even if those programs are unrealistic and far more fun than my job would have been.
I own this shirt from tshirtpusher.com
My husband and I are not legally married, although we do legally share the same last name. He was the first person that I ever kissed, said “I love you” to and cried over after a break up. We “dated” in primary school and split up for high school, which he bugged me about on a regular basis and asked me out at least once a year, every year, until I finally agreed to go on ONE date with him. It was either that or he was travelling the two hours to my house, putting me in his car by force and taking me to dinner as his hostage. Four kids, a gigantic ring (that’s an absolute fiasco but I’ll save that for other posts), a household, a mountain of crappola and much love later, I am finding myself wondering how many dates we’re up to. He owes me. Bigtime. And he’s hot.
If I was to pick one thing to eat for the rest of my life, I think it would have to be soup. I’m not picking one TYPE of soup though, you can’t make me.
I was hit by a truck. Seriously. One of those giant, Ford trucks. I was hit on my right side, thrown 5 feet into the middle of the street and I skidded a further 4 or so before I finally stopped in the intersection. I spent years in physiotherapy, never sued the driver (who hit me in the cross walk of a children’s school, when I had the right of way, all because he was checking out a blonde on the side of the road) and I deal with daily pain because of it. The entire right side of my body was badly damaged and I do not drive because my leg is now unreliable; It works when it wants to and goes out from underneath me at random. I let my license expire, which it just did a few months ago, because I’m afraid that I will kill someone if it fails. I am terrified of crossing the road now and my stomach knots whenever I have to do so. Some days, I’ve got a limp like a pirate. Once in a while, this upsets me a great deal but I work on building the muscle around the joint, to keep my body strong. I also have a love affair with cherry stone pillows, heattherapyandcuppingmassages after I was Ford-****ed.
Who’s your Daddy?! from http://harrisfordblog.com
Lastly, I don’t sleep. If I get four solid hours nightly then I’m good to go. If I get six solid hours, I feel as if I have over slept. If I’m in bed for eight hours, you had better make sure that I’m not dead. That being said, when there’s a baby in the bed, or if the hubby’s home, I will happily stay under the covers for a whole day.
Now that I’ve bored you with facts about myself, here are my nominations;
Whenever I think of my “word for the year”, I’m reminded of PeeWee’s Playhouse and their word of the day. You know what to do whenever anyone says the secret word, don’t you? Scream real loud!!!
For those of you too young to remember this show, eff you and your lack of crow’s feet! Watch it and love this creepy, overgrown man-child because it will prepare you for marriage. They’re all giant babies, just as willing to whip it out at inappropriate times (you may have to look that reference up) and about as likely to laugh or scream without justified reasoning.
Anyway! I decided that, like many others out there, I wasn’t going to make a resolution this New Year and, instead, I was going to focus on a single word as my mantra, my inspiration or my modus operandi for the next twelve months.
So, how to settle upon just one word?
It’s not easy, I can tell you that much. For me personally, a New Year resolution can set you up for failure. It’s what I think of as an ongoing solution to a temporary problem in my life and it’s cause for only momentary reflection, a selfish (somewhat) wish for an area in which I lack during a singular point in time. Often, I forget about it or I just didn’t really need it to begin with. Either that or, admittedly, I’m a lazy dbag and can’t be bothered to fulfill my “I’m going to head to the gym three times a week!” resolution as a result of either scheduling, funding, priorities or the aforementioned laziness. Sadly, it’s true.
The word…well, that’s a different story. It’s a challenge and reminder that is difficult to escape. It’s a daily change and a constant reasoning to pause for reflection. It is something that I can consider in every day decisions, all of them, and insert into life as a whole. I have found it, thus far, quite effective so I am sharing it with you now.
Here was my process….
What am I lacking now? What am I looking for? What is my ideal self? What are my goals? What do I want out of 2015? What’s my mission statement, in a sense?
I put on my thinking cap…
…and this is what I came up with;
I want to wake up at a set time every morning, even if it’s not a result of having to get the kids to school. I want to set time aside for myself, every day, to have a coffee that’s hot and enjoy my own company before the girls wake up. I want to get the girls into a rigid routine, more than what has already been set, and I want to make sure we fill each day with a specific amount of time for learning their numbers, letters, colours and manners. They do that now but I would like to become more strict with it, testing the waters and figuring out whether or not we want to go the homeschool route. I want to start nourishing my body, physically and internally, taking better care of myself than I do now. I’m very definitely a woman and ought to, like Marilyn, enjoy it. Make up is not my enemy and has become my long-lost friend. I want to invest some time in myself again, setting aside a few moments where I can do simple things like shave, meditate, reflect, relax and read every day in order to recharge and be less stressed. I miss all of those small pleasures, greatly. I also miss being fit, with no weight loss goals in mind but a need to become healthier, leaner and stronger. My husband and I need to reconnect, having lost so much time together these past couple of years as a result of expanding the family and lengthening the work hours. Even if it’s just half an hour at the end of the night, we should be intimate- physically or otherwise (and I don’t just mean sexually, jeez!) and this must become one of my highest priorities in order to spread happiness to every corner of the day. The blog is vital and I need to devote at least two hours, every couple of days, into my page. I must learn to express my need for support regarding this to family and to my husband. I can not be everywhere at once, although I can be one place with every part of myself- I need to learn this, accept it and embrace it. Prioritize and maximize, in every instance.
That was my little bit of reflection. It was my pep talk for 2015, my rev up for the New Year and me setting some goals. Now, that’s a bit more than the standard resolution. How do I boil that down? How can that massive blah blah blah turn into singular reminder?
I broke it down into a few basic, key points;
Scheduling, family, devotion, nurturing, relationships, health, love, some more scheduling, routine, power, self awareness… and so on.
I think a lot of my issues stem from not having enough hours in the day (go figure, eh Mamas?) or not enough hours to myself (again, I know there are many who can relate on that one). There is not much I can do about that. I can try to become more focused, less distracted and a little more strict. What about the times where I can’t though, or how can I stay focused?
I needed to boil it down further, into a single thing.
One word to rule and them all. One word to remind them. One word to summarize my goals and one word to bind them…
(Yeah, yeah, I’m a nerd)
This is what I came up with;
In every single aspect of my life, each and every day, I can reflect upon whether or not I am being productive.
When I want to snuggle in bed with my littlest girl and bask in the baby scent; I can weigh the glory that is toddler snuzzling against “Is this being productive? Really though??” and I’ll roll myself away from the loveliness that is my Chicky while she’s snoozing. While distracted by our game of “fridge-fridge” (a new thing where Peanut wants to lay on the floor, have us both stick our feet in the air, then get up, run around the room and race back to the fridge just to do that all over again), I can consider whether or not our time spent is also productive and maybe request that we practice counting to ten while we’re staring at our toes in the air, or paint them all a different colour and check those out before we run around and repeat. When I collapse on the couch and want to veg for a while, I can consider whether or not that me-time is productive and what I could do to better invest in myself, in order to feel more fulfilled afterwards; A nice shower, perhaps? Maybe I can curl my hair, or even stretch while I relax! Starting to use those muscles has made me remember, “Hey! It feels good to do that, to be toned…” and it has already helped me feel more energized. I worked out today because I felt like it, not because I forced myself to do so, and I can’t even remember the last time that happened. With my husband, I’ve also started thinking, “Is this productive or destructive?” where our interactions are concerned. Sometimes, admittedly, I get nitpicky when sulky about a lack of attentiveness on his part, or mine, and when I am feeling disconnected. There’s no need for it. Remembering to be productive in my relationships has prevented needless negativity, which will help with all of the rest of it.
Just a short while into 2015, I’ve been able to keep on with this and make some positive changes. It won’t be as difficult to adhere to them, as my one word is easy to remember, repeat and stick to. With a single mantra, I can frequently check myself, ensure I am in line with where I would like to be for this coming year and keep on a positive track.
Here’s hoping for a bright, prosperous 2015- in this house and for all of my readers as well.
What’s YOUR word for the New Year? And, don’t worry, I wouldn’t hold it against you if you wanted to scream real loud whenever you hear it 😉
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Obviously, by this time, you have probably learned the news of the passing of Robin Williams.
I am certain that, at this point, your entire newsfeed is full of speculation, debate or just generally ignorant responses among the heartfelt condolences and reflections upon this gigantic presence, Robin’s life and his career. Myself, I have been moved by many of the words, taken aback by some of the comments and offended by others.
There’s an entire generation of people who were tremendously influenced, or impacted, by this man’s career and his genius, which those critics seem to be failing to consider when they post such ignorant notions. Yes, we have wars, strife, child suffering, companies like Monsanto poisoning our groceries, economic crisis and at home issues that are entirely relevant but newsfeeds are not taken up with such issues and we talk about things like this instead. I get that but, at the same time, I do not see posts from these people who are critiquing the actions of others solely upon those kinds of subjects typically, if at all. I see personal updates, venting, and so on; social media being used for social interaction. Go figure. At a time like this, one needs to consider that, quit with the hypocrisy and show some respect; for the man who’s life was lost and, if you are so cold as to not be capable of that decency, then at least for those on your “friends list”, if you call them that.
From the time I was a toddler, absolutely refusing to remove a pair of rainbow suspenders from my daily wardrobe, even while wearing footie pajamas, I was greatly impacted by Robin Williams. His Mork, although not a personal friend, was my fashion consultant and I wore those damn suspenders proudly- so much so that, for her second birthday, I bought a pair for my own daughter and said, “Nanu-nanu!” as I tried to fasten them on her. She has not taken to them, probably because Mork and Mindy no longer plays on reruns. Either that or she just has more sense than her mother; One can only hope.
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For me personally, Robin Williams’ films genuinely helped to shape the person that I am today. I watched quite a few of them religiously, having requested Good Morning Vietnam and Dead Poet’s Society for my birthday when I was just a little girl, far before I could properly comprehend the weight of such roles or their influence. They were actually the first movies that I ever owned, back in the VHS days. I simply wanted to see the person who voiced the Genie, or Batty, and knew that he was something great. He was special to me and I sat entranced, captivated by the blue eyes and his magnanimous presence in film. I grew into those roles, just as I grew up with FernGully, Mrs. Doubtfire and Aladdin. I also changed my mind about what I wanted to do with my life as a direct result of Dead Poet’s Society, deciding that I wanted to teach instead of practice law. One could only hope to influence those around them as he effected his on screen students, or as he impacted his off screen audience.
I can honestly say that, at a point in my life where suicide was a very serious consideration, certain roles of his provided necessary distraction or some food for thought on the matter. Dead Poet’s Society and What Dreams May Come, one that is rarely mentioned on the list of well-known films but that I thought he was fantastic in, made me feel like I may not have been so alone. They also made me consider what, or more whom, I may leave behind and the impact of my choices on those around me, as well as my immortal soul (if there is such a thing). Sadly, at the time when he took his own life, Robin Williams would not have had that capability for reflection. His roles may not have been viewed with the pause for thought that they provided to millions, but were probably viewed as work all these years.
Moreover, in the depths of the most severe depression, there is no reprieve that allows for any optimistic thought. There is no idea of the potential for a better tomorrow when crushed by the weight of the darkest present, where the future is drowned out by current misery, isolation and helplessness. I know this from personal experience. I also know of the resounding stigma that comes along with mental illness, which plagues this man even now and a Google search of his name will bring up such related terms. He did say that he mimicked mania for comedy on a radio show, although had never confirmed that he experienced it. He never openly stated that he was bipolar and clarified this for the NY Times but it is being discussed as if it was obvious. There was no confirmation of this, contrary to a slew of updates and posts going around or the seemingly common knowledge that it was so, but it must be so! Right? Therein lies the rub- a label, a diagnoses, the sequestration into a category with the unstable. Why would someone want to come forward for that? Why would someone reach out, ask for help and be met with such judgmental stares, or the categorization into a seemingly manageable little box of the fragile beings, ones in need of pills, prescriptions, pressure and purpose? Sadly, misdiagnoses or a lack of diagnoses is common cause for a worsening situation; 1/5 in Canada are thought to deal with some form of mental illness. It was recently reported on The National that 8% of people over 18 struggle with major depression and that there were 3890 suicides in Canada in 2009 alone- 3x higher for men than women. with middle aged men most at risk. In the attempt to discuss the issue of mental health at time like this, the conjecture does not do much for those who acknowledge their need for assistance but do not want to be lumped in with high profile, severe cases. It is a risk of their only stability, or comforts, to be thrust into examination and speculation. Fear often hinders resolve where mental health issues are concerned- nothing to do with a lack of discussion but, possibly, it’s a matter of the wrong types of discussion and associations.
Regardless of personal feeling on the subject, or what you may think of anything that I have written here, I will leave you with this; Being respectful out of acknowledgement of his life and his craft is reason enough for some people to post an update regarding his passing. Feeling genuine grief over his death is also reason for some to post about it. There are many people who are updating as a means to shed some light on mental illness (depression or otherwise) and it’s impact on so many, regardless of social status, in order to try and help others. All of those reasons are positive, productive and necessary for some but what is never, ever necessary is to bitch, complain and attack those who feel the need for expression. Those who respond to the feelings of others with negativity and chastisement contribute to things like this happening in the first place.
Robin Williams lived with a good-natured honesty and an openness that allowed complete strangers to feel connected, discussing addiction and battling depression in the limelight. He sought to bring laughter and joy to the world, to show kindness to others and he took time out for those that he could not gain from but whom could gain from him. Robin wore his heart on his sleeve, his demons on his t-shirt and wit & humour in his holsters. We could all learn a thing or two from that.
O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
The giveaway begins on 8/16/2014 and ends on 9/16/2014 at 11:59 pm.
Total value of the giveaway is $250, and here’s a pic of the grand prize.
Here’s what’s in the prize pack:1 portable DVD player made by Audiovox.A DVD TV and movie collection (Hollywoodland, Flatliners, Real Women Have Curves, Gone With the Wind, Wolfman, Hairspray, American Horror Story, Treasure of the Sierra Madre, Get Smart Season 1, The Kid Stays in the Picture, A History of Violence, Swimming With Sharks, Summer Rental, Titanic, Helen Mirren at the BBC, Sunset Boulevard and Citizen Kane).It’s a BIG collection, with something for everyone.