I heard this song on Mike's Top 5 Downloads a few weeks ago. I almost had to pull over. This song is amazing...sultry...I fell in love with the song, the voice, the accent, the music, the lyrics.
This is a remake of Rihanna's song. A completely different take on the song. It's amazing. I am a fan.
It seems my weekend runs fall on Sunday. My Saturdays are just too busy. Maybe when I get more serious about my weekend runs I'll go back to Saturdays.
Today we headed to Shelley Lake. Tim had Brenna the dog and the girls as I ran five miles.
I decided to keep my run pretty easy. I have been enjoying my runs of late and wanted to keep up that feeling.
I noticed that my right knee wasn't feeling too hot. Over the past week, I have felt my knee give out even, during a climb up or down the stairs. I hope that's night a sign of anything bad to come but just "growing pains". But every time this happens, I think about my friend Melisa, who's bone-near-the-knee can actually COME out and she has to push it back in. Ugh.
Anyway, the day was beautiful. The park was packed. I didn't get too pissed at the people around me. I enjoyed eying the dogs, especially the puppies and the unusual sights for two Newfoundland *and* a Saint Bernard. Beautiful and BIG dogs.
I listened to my podcast (KATG episode #1118 Who Farted) and stayed tuned to it. I wasn't in my usual friendly-runner mode - smiling at everyone, or nodding hello. Instead, I kept my eyes straight ahead, concentrating on my podcast.
Concentrating so much, in fact, that as I approached mile 3, I heard some heavy feet following me. I was feeling good too, so I had a little pep in my step and was waiting for the clog-hopper to pass me. When they finally did, I looked over and it was Mi-Mi! It was so fucking cute! In her pants and shirt, running alongside me as though she does it all the time. She told me that they were coming from the tunnel and looked right at me and I didn't see them. So she chased after me. She did great running like that, although i wasn't like I was doing an 8 mn pace.
It was a great run - no issues with the hills. My tummy felt odd but not enough to keep me from getting over five miles in.
I was not looking forward to reading this book.
1. It's not in my choice of genre.
2. It has garnered MUCH attention.
3. I was #100-something on the library waiting list.
In fact, I had actually got the book last year, off the waiting list, after waiting for months. But I never picked it up and lost the much coveted borrownership of the book from the library.
I went back and forth about buying it but decided to go back on the waiting list and fate stepped in and the book became available to me a *second* time about two weeks ago. Thank goodness for fate as it was worth the wait.
Essentially, the novel takes place circa 1962 Mississippi: segregation is still in place, and a strong sense of it in Jackson, Mississippi.
The chapters are broken up by sections with three women: Skeeter, Aibilene and Minny. They are the voice of change - although brave - still under vigilant secrecy.
It's so difficult to read. It made me uncomfortable: reading about how segregation treated people makes me sick. And I don't like to read about it. It's a stain on America and it's shameful. On top of that, Stockett herself a white woman, writing in the style of a black woman.
This is the first paragraph of the book, Aibileen is the narrator:
Mae Mobley was born on a early Sunday morning in August, 1960. A church baby we like to call it. Taking care a white babies, that's what I do, along with all the cooking and the cleaning. I done raised seventeen kids in my lifetime. I know how to get them babies to sleep, stop crying, and go in the toilet bowl before they mamas even get out a bed in the morning.
