So, my fellow blogger, Jo did this question and answer tag about different first times in your life, so she tagged any blogger reading her post to do it as well, so here I am doing it. So, I am also doing the same, if your reading and want to participate do so and let me know. Here’s Jo’s blog post, and the questions.

First app you check when you wake up in the morning?
I don’t have a particular one, I mostly just check my notifications.

So, the past weekend I went out of town to see my youngest sister graduate, it was amazing and I am so proud of her. I would post a picture, but I’m 100% sure that she would not appreciate that so I will reframe. There isn’t much to say about the graduation expect it was pretty high tech, my little sister is smart and talented, and when family fights it sucks but that was really all there was too it.

On my friends list fairly recently a few of the people on my friends list mostly old Navy contacts and some from my hometown (So, it’s no surprise) have been criticizing toxic masculinity. The general consensus is that they feel like it’s an attack on men, which is very untrue of course, and anyone who can read a definition would be able to easily understand that. These are all people that I have unfollowed on facebook because I don’t need the stress, ignorance, or that in my life, so for a month or two I haven’t seen those post in my feed, hallelujah. The bigs critics are those who don’t even know what it is and to be honest I just don’t get it.

About twenty-one years ago an eight-year-old when missing on November 03, 1998, and then her body was found about a week later on November 10, 1998. This was one of the first cases that I remember making national news, it was everywhere. I was in middle school when this was going on, and everyone wanted this little girl to be found alive and safe. I don’t remember the FBI or America’s Most Wanted being involved but they were, that is how big this case was.

When I was under unfortunately I had a stepmother whom my dad eventually divorced before my twin and I hit middle school. She and her children were like a parallel of Cinderella’s stepmother and daughters. The sad part of it all is she pretended to be nice so that my dad would like her, and once they were married her real face was revealed. It always seems to be a lot after marriages and death that brings out the truth of who people really are.