What About Robin Thicke?

Robin Thicke's mother was disgusted by Miley Cyrus's antics at the VMA broadcast the other night. She thinks Miley Cyrus is "misbegotten" and wishes she could "unsee" the performance.

Don't we all?

And yet, for the last couple of days all I've heard are comments about Miley Cyrus. We've heard words like sexy, raunchy, embarrassing, and many more that I don't want on my blog. I learned the term twerking, thanks to that performance, and honestly, it's a word I could gladly have died not knowing.

Please don't get me wrong. I think the way Miley behaved is disgusting. I started watching it on Monday because it was literally EVERYWHERE, but couldn't finish the whole thing. It made me sad for these misused child stars who aren't taught values or self-respect or what they're worth as a daughter of God because those who should be teaching them those things are too busy teaching them how to make a spectacle of themselves so they can stay relevant and keep lining the pockets of the "adults" who should be protecting them.

But the parental failures that are Billy Ray and his wife aren't my point here. We all know that her "parents" and her handlers are more concerned about themselves than they are about Miley. She's another lost child who we can only hope finds herself before the damage is irreparable.

My question here is this:


Seriously. I want to know the answer.

Several years ago I saw Robin Thicke perform on Oprah. He may be talented and some might find him attractive, but all I saw was an older, less attractive, and much creepier version of Justin Timberlake.

And I was right.

This is the tame picture of their performance. Doesn't he look like an adult? Dark glasses, striped clown suit, gold chain. Doesn't he look mature? Like someone sixteen years older than Miley who should know better?

Why didn't he call off this inappropriate performance? Was there not a moment of lucidity during the numerous rehearsals where he thought, "Dang, this isn't cool. She's just a little girl. I should know better. This is degrading... to both of us. This is embarrassing. Do I really want a child licking me or rubbing up against me? Do I really want my wife or mother or anyone with any decency to see this?"

I guess not. He doesn't step away from the skinny little girl whose entourage is throwing her into the pit of vipers. They don't care about her or her reputation, so why should he?

Because if he were a decent man, he would have. He'd have realized that because she's young, she's a girl and she's nearly naked, she'll take enough of the heat to possibly destroy her, but he'll just get to bask in the warm glow of it all.

He's a loser, in my book. And his mom shouldn't be pointing fingers at Miley Cyrus. She should be putting her son in time out and hanging her head in shame that she didn't teach him to have any respect at all for women.

Review - Working it Out by Rachael Anderson

Working It Out A chance encounter . . . Grace Warren's life is safe and predictable—exactly the way she likes it. But when she gets roped into going to an auction to help out a friend, everything changes. She meets Seth Tuttle—a guy who unexpectedly kisses her then disappears, leaving her flustered and upset. If she never sees him again, it will be too soon.
A chance for love . . . Weeks later, when Seth limps into Grace's rehab clinic post surgery, she immediately recognizes him. Unfortunately, he's every bit as frustrating and annoying as she remembered. Yet there's something about him that makes her second-guess her carefully placed boundaries even though he's everything she's sure she doesn't want in a man. But maybe Seth is exactly what Grace has needed all along—assuming she's willing to risk safe and predictable for a chance at love.  
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MY REVIEW: I am so happy to bring you this fun, clean romance. I was lucky enough to be able to read a copy before it went to press because lucky me, Rachael and I are friends. Rachael and I have the same goal--to write romances that our moms and daughters can read without feeling guilty. Rachael is not only a great writer, but a generous and lovely person. And that comes through in her writing.

I've enjoyed all of Rachael's books and this one was no exception. It's filled with interesting characters that are well-developed and feel real. It's a good romance, but also a nice story about friendship and family and getting to know ourselves. The characters grow and learn and I found myself cheering for them.

If you're looking for a fun, clean romance, be sure to pick up a copy of Working It Out. You won't be sorry.

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The Last Days of Summer

No one got my permission to end summer earlier than ever and I'm not happy about it. This morning was a run-through at the Jr. High and sophomore orientation at the high school. Tomorrow is the first official day of school. Sad how time is a dam breaking and the water just keeps flowing faster and faster.
As a last hurrah to summer, we drove to Denver to the Chipotle Cultivate Festival. It was free and fun. There were great food demonstrations from well-known chefs, good bands, an artisan food tent and a free kids zone that I didn't need, but that others were enjoying. 
I got to watch Amanda Freitag prep for her segment. Sadly, she and Richard Blais, who I REALLY wanted to see, were the last two chefs of the day and a kidney stone that hates my guts forced me to leave and go to the hotel where I wrapped up in my electric blanket (yes, I took it with me) for several hours until the pain subsided. Just watching her prep was fun. She seems SO nice. It made me glad I cheered for her on Next Iron Chef.

There was a good turnout at the festival, but it wasn't so crowded as to be miserable. My family was on the front row for all three bands they wanted to see.
Our first night in Denver, we went to a Taiwanese restaurant and had delicious food. The highlight were the potstickers. BEST EVER!!! They were so good that we ordered second plate of them. It was fun to hear Bruce speaking Chinese with the owners.
One of the chef demos I attended was the owner Pizzaria Locale, in Denver. They handed out coupons so that's where we went for dinner. He went to pizza school in Naples for six months where he learned the skill of making pizza. He showed us how to make the dough and taught us about tomatoes and mozzarella. At his pizzaria, we enjoyed our own pizzas. Mine was called a white pizza (mozzarella and olive oil) with the toppings of my choice (zucchini, mushrooms and cherry tomatoes). It was cooked in a super-hot oven for only two minutes and this is what I got. It was absolutely scrumptious!

And now we're home. The festival was fun in spite of my disappointing kidney stone flair up. The kids are ready for school and I've stocked the kitchen with good lunchbox food.

It Was Just What I Wanted to Hear, I Thought

Remember how my word for this year is DELIBERATE? I've been trying to use this word, especially when it comes to decisions I need to make.

Earlier this year, I sent in the manuscript for My Own Mr. Darcy to a dream publisher. This is the publisher I've always wanted to publish a book through. They have name recognition, marketing muscle, and national reach. The acquisitions editor wanted it. The beta readers loved it. It looked like it was almost a sure thing.

And then they couldn't fit it into their schedule and I was devastated.

For a couple of days.

And then I remembered that my family had been praying diligently that I'd find the RIGHT situation for my book.

And so I got to work exploring every other avenue for my book and decided on a route. I'm on that route and it's going well.

Imagine my surprise when I opened my email this week and there was a request to resubmit it to fill an opening that had become available on the calendar.

Oh man, I wanted to say yes. But I couldn't. Because we'd been very deliberate about our deliberations and I knew I was doing the right thing for this book. I didn't have to wring my hands and worry I'd made the wrong choice.

My next book? We'll see. They said they'd like to see it, so I have options.

But right now? I feel good.