Shame Shame Everyone Knows Your Name

Shame is the new Hitler. 

That's right. I said it.

It's garbage. And the word is out. Out. We're on to the crap shame creates. And we're so over it. 

This generation. Our generation. We're taking it down.

I see the rumblings and movings of this everywhere.  And I know, I know, I know that a movement is starting. A change in the way we look at the world and each other.  A movement, people! 

Maybe. 

If we keep talking about it.

And Brene' Brown is talking about it.  (I heard her speak last week. She's absolutely amazing. She blogs too! Follow her. I'll be talking much more about her later this week. Watch for it.)

Chris Rock's mom is talking about it. (Check out her book...review and GIVEAWAY on cool stuff today. It's seriously seriously good. )

And I'm telling you people, the shame is going down. We know its name. And its name is dead to us. You watch. 

Things will change.

Join the movement.

Loves Me Some Corn Dog

Where The Heck Have You Been?!!!

This is the question that I got asked this week. A lot. A real whole lot.

Because, sure, I did unintentionally take a little hiatus for three weeks. The longest amount of time since I started this bad boy two years ago. But it was an accident. Sort of.

See, I just didn't post for a couple of days, which turned into a week, which turned into another and so on. And you were cool about it. Until this week. Then I started getting the question. A lot. A few of my favorites.

"What happened to the Queso? I haven't seen you post in a while? Or is this one of those nightmare things where your family moves and no one bothers to tell you?" -Em

"Did you die. Write me and tell me if you did."  Isobel

"I'm sick of that yoga lady picture. Make it stop."  Rebecca

"Dude." -Jenny, the Bloggess

So I'm back. If anyone's still out there checking to see if the yoga lady picture is gone, or at least lower on the page. 

Here's a look at what I was doing while I was unexpectedly away:

1. Not blogging. I was twittering some and sk*rting a bit. But just not blogging. No one knows why. Not even me.

2. I have become addicted to a dumb show on iTunes (and probably on TV somewhere) called Greek. It's like 90210 but with frat houses and text messaging. In other words, it's completely craptastic and totally not worth blogging about. Unless some of the rest of you watch it. And then, let's talk about Cappie and why he's so completely repulsive and yet attractive. Weird. And Rebecca? What's up with her? And how can you not love Dale the Bible kid? For starters.

3. I went to New York to see friends and ended up working some. And talking on the phone a lot. About work. I also went to a super fun sk*rt meetup. So there was that. 

4. I hung around with Jenny.  She did not slash my tires.  She's all talk.  Or type. Whatever.

5. I re-read the book The Bright Side of Disaster by Katherine Center. Because tonight sk*rt is doing a LIVE book party with Katherine. That's right LIVE. Its going to be like American Idol. And the presidential debates. So I'm expecting some fantastic singing and name calling about who's the better American. Or maybe just book talk over mexican food and beer. This will be taking place in Texas after all, where everything happens over mexican food and beer. It's just what we do.  Want to join us? Visit sk*rt tonight at 8 p.m. Central (9 Eastern, 7 Mountain, etc.)

6. Lots of other things. So I'll have a lot to say. I'm back.