Oh the Bliss!

My teen challenged me to a game of ping pong. Easy enough, one might think, but this particular teen has been playing for YEARS against GOOD players (my mother-in-law is a champ!). Not to mention his muscles are twice the size of mine and he's a least - dare I admit this - a solid three inches taller than I, probably four. He was so sweet when he asked, and I couldn't remember the last time he had, so of course I said yes. From the beginning he knew he could beat me. He is stronger, faster,  *sigh*  taller , and more skilled. So he, sweet thang that he is, played with his weaker hand, which honestly isn't saying much because the boy is straight up ambidextrous . He was still beating me. So he got on his knees. I kid you not. He put one hand behind his back and he. played. on. his. knees . Aaaaaaaaaand he still beat me. It probably didn't help that I was laugh/crying the entire time. He thinks it was because I was having the time of my life, and I WAS! But r...

It seems there is a breaking news story being told daily which has my head shaking, and no story had my blood boiling more than what took place in New York last week. I read the news that morning and went on to spend WAY TOO MUCH time reading article after article and listening to commentaries on the subject. Eventually, I planted myself on the worst of all news sources, Social Media. I was obsessed. I scrolled, and clicked, and liked, and disliked my way through all the posts, all the comments, all the news clips aimed right at people like me. Bait, click, read, thumb-down emoji. Bait, click, read, cry-face emoji. Bait, click, watch, angry-face emoji. I. Could. Not. Stop. Soon enough, I knew I needed to join the ranks. People needed to know how Sarah Fitzpatrick felt about this matter. SOMEONE MIGHT READ MY POST AND BE CHANGED! I posted. Shockingly, no one was changed. A day or so went by and I took the post down, but not because I wasn't changing any lives, th...