So....I started a blog. I know I know, another stay at home mom with a blog, how original. But hear me out. When it comes to infertility, IVF, adoption, marriage and divorce, I have a unique perspective, as I have literally been there done that. It seems silly to keep all this experience to myself when there are women out there struggling every day to start a family, wondering if they’ll find love again after divorce, or navigating the world of adoption. I figure I can be a light at the end of their tunnel and give them hope, guidance and a little humor in an otherwise lonely place. I’m not an expert and I don’t pretend to be. I’m simply sharing my experiences with the hope they might help someone else. So, if you want to follow along and read my very candid and very true stories, then I invite you to visit atruestory.net
If you know someone who might benefit from my advice, please share the link with them. I’ll be adding to the blog weekly and I’m open to suggestions on topics. Thanks gang. And try not to be too hard on your girl!! ✌🏼#adoption#ivf#atruestory#love#divorce#becomingamom#startingafamily#shitnoonetellsyou#infertility
____ Yesterday we got the opportunity to release an Easter Experience we’d been working on. It all started around a table, pitching ideas… ‘what if we told the Easter story from a different perspective and did it in a true crime documentary style…’ Well, it left that table and into the hands of an insanely talented team and yesterday I couldn’t be prouder watching them all preach the gospel through the arts. Grateful for the countless hours spent using their gifts so that 72 people could make a decision that has changed their life for eternity. Forever thankful for our team. To say they are the best on earth is an understatement, but they truly are. Thank you Ps @sampicken@jesspicken for being our biggest cheerleaders and encouraging creativity in our Church. Lets get back around that table!
Sunita’s kids go to the best schools in the city.
Her husband is in a corporate job.
Every year, as the case with most of the schools in Gurugram, parents are invited for orientation. At these sessions parents are required to introduce themselves.
Sunita avoids these sessions or sends her husband only. At times when she can’t find an excuse, she just goes out of the class and waits for the to intro round to get over. Just because she is can’t speak English and all the other moms are quite fluent at it.
This came as a revelation to me, being in Public Speaking professional never realised a mother could miss a PTM/ company get together just because she does not feel confident enough to face the class. I realised today this could be the story of many more women. Which really saddens my heart, as I also come from a small town and would really like to help anyone I can.
Any of you fellow beautiful ladies if you know of anyone in a similar situation, please feel free to contact me personally and believe you me confidence has nothing to do with a language.
Be proud of your background and believe that you are as good as any of them, as for English, it’s just a language and can be mastered with practice. #story#india#gurgaon#womenforwomen
Harry Dean Stanton (1926-2017) in "Lucky" directed by John Carroll Lynch (2017). Lucky è un novantenne che vive in un paesino sperduto d'America. Abita da solo, gode di ottima salute e la sua vita scorre semplice tra passeggiate e momenti al bar con gli amici. Un improvviso malore lo farà riflettere sugli ultimi momenti che gli rimangono da vivere. Nel film c'è anche il grande David Lynch e questa pellicola ha qualcosa in comune anche col suo "A true story". Protagonista di quest'ultimo Richard Farnsworth, il film racconta la storia vera di un contadino dello Iowa, il quale percorre circa 400 km con un tosaerba per andare a trovare il fratello colpito da infarto. Fratello interpretato guardacaso da Stanton. Ora come allora, due attori alla fine della loro vita che se ne andranno pochi mesi dopo la fine del film. Un ultimo scatto di classe prima del suono della campana. #harrydeanstanton#lucky#usa#johncarrolllynch#davidlynch#atruestory#cinema#filmdavedere#film#movieoftheday#moviescenes#behindthescene#movie#movienight#movielovers#hollywood#legend#dvd#greatestactor
È giunto quel periodo dell'anno in cui:
"Uagliù ma quando andiamo al comicon, di venerdì o sabato?"
e subito dopo:
"Quest anno lo porti il bimbo?"
Ecco, mentre comincio a farfugliare di condizioni meteorologiche, di sottecchi guardo Pops perché la verità è che portare il nanetto al Comicon vuol dire impegnare lo zio per l'intera giornata.
Come due anni fa, quando lo zio l'ha dovuto portare sulle spalle tuuuutto il giorno, senza contare che ad un certo punto abbiamo dovuto inseguire Spiderman. Si perché il nano aveva deciso che voleva giocare con lui e non vi dico i capricci perché voleva portarselo pure a casa. Ora, io avrei accontentato più che volentieri il mio bimbo (il fatto che il costume di Spiderman lasciasse poco all'immaginazione e quello che si immaginava era decisamente interessante non c'entra niente eh...) ma non credo che l'uomo dietro la maschera potesse essere d'accordo.
La verità è che il nostro super eroe preferito è, e resterà, sempre zio Pops!
Zio, da grandi poteri derivano grandi responsabilità! Quindi mi spiace ma se porto il nano al Comicon te la devi piangere tu!
“Gimme Your Love” by Mr. Talkbox
Link to Buy or Stream:
This is a True Story of how Mr. Talkbox (Byron Chambers) Met his wife Tamara in High School. He was in the drumline and she was a Flag Girl. Enoy this VERY real storyline giving you a glimpse of how two people met and fell in Love! They are married today and have been for over 21 yrs now!
Gimme Your Love
Byron & Tamara Chambers
True Story, It's A True Story
A True Story, It's A True Story
True Story, It's A True Story
A True Story , Aye!
I get a feelin,
Every time you're next to me
Girl it feels Like Energy
From my Head down to my feet
It takes me over! (Yeah)
To that Place of Fantasy
Happens every time we meet
And I hope you notice me
Cuz I've Been Watchin You
Cuz Girl you make me feel Alive
And I want you by my side
So Gimme Your Love
Gimme Your Love
Oooh Baby Cuz
"I just got to have you girl"
"Don't you know you changed my world
So Gimme Your Love (Looooove)
Gimme Your Love ( Loooooove)
I Just need you by my side
Let me Take You For a Ride (Oooo Yep)
I did a double Take
When I saw
Your beautiful face
I knew then that
I want You
I need You
I've Got to have Ya Girl
The feeling that you give me inside (Ooooo)
I never Felt This way before
And That's Why
I just wanna I just Wanna Give you my Love
Baby don't you know I'll never ever give up
Ooooo Baby Baby I just can't get enough
I'm Feeling Your Love, I'm Feeling your Love
I just want to Love you forever!! Cast & Crew
Mystery Women in Auditorium-Tamara Chambers (Wife of Mr. Talkbox)
Lead Actress-Janell Harville
Lead Actor Byron Chambers Jr. (LilByron_99 On InstaGram)
Maraiya Brooks flag girl
Jakiya smith flag girl
Sierra Claude flag girl
Cassandra dobbins flag girl
Alexis Perry- flag girl
Dorien Davis- Lead Flag
Ian Crosby (Drum Assistant)
Anniya Wilson (Camera Assistant)
Chris Garza (Quints), Trenton Powell (Snare), LaQuinton Dawson (Snare), Marquis Cambrice (Bass Drum)
Chris Garza (Quints), Filmed & Directed By: Jeremy Pruis
Tamara Chambers & Janell Harville Styled by: Yasmin
We have moments now of total rebellion.
I like to refer to these as her ”strong” moments.
Moments where she tests me and the world around her to see where her place in all of this is.
It’s in these moments I see myself and the rebellious girl I once was.
Growing up in an all girl family + Dad you’d think I’d of always felt I knew where I stood in the world.
Most of my time growing up I felt inferior and small and didn’t know where as a girl I stood.
As a single mom this has been a huge task for me.
How to raise a girl who doesn’t feel inferior, insecure or less.
Why do we live in a world where twenty years later my daughter is still having some of the same struggles I did.
Why do we still live in a BIG world where my daughter speaks her truth and feelings and people still find a way to make her feel small. . .
My answer is short, and sweet to her always.
It is in these moments of small.
Where we become BIG.
The moments that truly test us.
That is when our souls become strong.
When we realize we can no longer be broken.
This one is for all the girls, finding their voice.
This lady my grandma (Bibi) is 96 and every day she will go visit her 54 year old son (my Uncle Roger) who has special needs with a mind of a 3/4 year old. Currently in the nursing home. Her legs and health aren’t what they used to be but she won’t let that stop her walking down the long corridors. Today she did that journey for Roger to give her his mother’s day card. Watching the moment was priceless. A true mother and son bond. Happy Mother’s Day to my bibi, my mum and to all the mothers and grandmothers with us and not with us today. 💗
Warning ⚠️ the following account of events may be difficult to believe but is 100% true and accurate.
Yesterday Mr Bright Oil Life was bitten by a white tail on the back of his knee. 🕷.
Immediately he felt his calf muscle tense and cramp as the poison began to spread. The bite itself began to swell and redden.
We applied Lavender and On Guard 2 times before bed. He woke this morning with no redness, no swelling and no muscle cramps.
So grateful to have access to plant based medicine that is safe and effective.
If you are ready to replace the toxic products in your home with natural, safe and effective products, send me a message so I can help.
Do you know what that stack of papers resting on my husband, Orlando's, nightstand is? It's a copy of my manuscript. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Despite the fact that I've been working on my book for over a year, I am yet to show it Orlando. Sometimes it's harder to show your work to the people you love the most than to a hundred strangers. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
That seems silly, right? Those are the people that are rooting for you the most! But you also know that those people are going to give you their honest opinion. They're going to tell it like it is. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
You want them to love it as much as you've loved creating it. You want them to think it's outstanding and be proud of what you've done. But what if they don't love it? What if they don't think it's good enough? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Well, we'll just have to deal with that when the time comes. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Because that’s what successful people do.
They believe in themselves and their work enough to put it out there.
They face their fear of being embarrassed.
And if it's not good enough, they're willing to do what it takes to make it better. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
And that's what I'm willing to do. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
So after spending an enormous amount of energy editing, tweaking, and re-reading, I finally mustered up the courage to print out the manuscript and let Orlando read it. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I'm super nervous and I might bite the heck out of my nails until he's done, but that's okay—because all it means is that this is really happening! #thebookiscomingsoon ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Scivolare lentamente fuori dal letto. In cucina, a piedi nudi, preparare il caffè. Il cigolio della filettatura della moka è come il suono delle campane che annunciano l'inizio di una liturgia. La giusta quantità d'acqua. Creare quella perfetta cupola di miscela. Richiudere senza che la polvere cada all'esterno. La fiamma, in questo caso, è bassa. È la celebrazione di un rito antico, va fatto con dedizione e attenzione. Il caffè si prepara così come si beve: senza fretta. Ingannare l'attesa spostando il peso del corpo da un piede all'altro, con le mani appoggiate sul bordo del piano cottura, finché il suono inconfondibile giunge pochi attimi prima che l'aroma riempia la stanza. Con gesti rapidi catturare il primissimo caffè, corposo e denso. Miscelarlo con lo zucchero mentre il metallo del cucchiaino e il vetro della tazza risuonano a festa per l'ultima parte della celebrazione. Tuffare il rimanente liquido scuro nella densa crema di zucchero e caffè. Adagiare le tazze sui piattini, sollevarle come un ministro che chiude il suo rituale. A passi cauti tornare in camera da letto, posare una tazza sul comodino, sfiorarti la spalla. Sedermi nell'angolo opposto del letto e guardarti bere il primo sorso...
"Lo sapevo! È venuto una chiavica!"