Fan Girl Friday!

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Happy Friday, peeps! Its been a whirlwind here in Oklahoma the past week, what with the teacher walkout and Mother Nature acting a wee bit bi-polar. I think we could all use some fandom fancies to help boost our moods!

As I said, the teacher walkout has been going on all week long. I’d personally like to see one of the awesome teachers down at the capitol wearing this Miss Frizzle-inspired getup!

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Isn’t it awesome?! And–bonus!–its under $25! Score!

 

Tomorrow morning here in OKC there’s a chance of freezing rain and snow. Five days later, the forecast calls for a high of 81. Yes, I’m serious. I think for those days that actually feel like spring, I need to invest in this:

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This magical inflatable sprinkler is what we all need in our yards and our lives! How much fun would it be to run around with the kiddos alongside this?!

 

Sometimes I feel like a 70-year-old in a 33-year-old’s body. I’m snarky, sarcastic, and like to be in bed by 8:00. And when you get me and my squad together, we’re basically the Golden Girls. Maybe we need to grab these to rep our GG selves!

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These adorable lip balm holders from Etsy shop Little Dainty Darlings clip onto your keyring, purse, or diaper bag while looking uber-cute!

 

 

Its been a rough week. I think we could all use some relaxation and rest. Maybe cuddle up and watch a Studio Ghibli movie! And what better way to enjoy a beautiful Japanese cinematic experience than with these!

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These Totoro slippers look so incredibly comfy and cozy! Those plus a catbus to take me on a Starbucks run and my weekend would be set!

 

Happy fangirling!

Mommy Monday

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Today in my great state, schools are closed. Not because of inclement weather, but because the teachers are marching the steps of the State Capitol. I absolutely support the teachers in their endeavor to get funding for their classrooms, to create smaller class sizes, and to get paid for the hard work they put in week after week. Teachers deserve our respect and our support.

They’re are so many things I could say, stats I could provide, and stories I could tell to illustrate the need for proper funding, smaller class sizes, better pay, and improved working conditions for educators all around the nation. Instead, I’ll let this video speak for itself.

 

I stand with you, teachers! Keep fighting for our kids!

Fan Girl Friday!

 

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Happy Friday, peeps! We are officially in Christmas countdown mode now that we are in December! Are you excited?! Need help getting into the Christmas spirit? Then I’ve got some nerdy nifties sure to put some jungle in your bells!

Last night, the fam and I watched Charlie Brown Christmas on TV–one of my favorite holiday specials! YouTuber Only Leigh decided to put her own geeky spin on the Christmas classic by making the mash-up, “Merry Christmas, Will Byers!” (a blend of Peanuts and Stranger Things!) Check it out:

 

 

I don’t know about you, but my Black Friday was spent binge-watching Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life. And while I wanted to slap Rory (and Lorelai) a few times, I still really enjoyed the visit back to Stars Hollow! So much so that I think I need to grab some GG swag, like this adorable tee from I ❤ Apparel!

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This tee comes in a variety of colors (and you can also get this print on hoodies and mugs)! Plus they have other tees from Stars Hollow hot spots like Al’s Pancake World and, of course, Luke’s Diner!

 

For some folks, the holidays aren’t all stockings and rainbows. For some that aren’t able to make it home, the holidays can be a little sad. But have no fear! HomesickCandles.com can make you feel like you’re back with your family in your home state!

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After a group of friends relocated out of state, they wanted to still feel close to their roots and Homesick Candles was born! Each candle is comprised of scents native to or famous in that state. The description for my home state (Oklahoma) reads: “These scents will take you back to the good ol’ days at home in the Sooner State with hints of pecan, barbecue, cinnamon, and vanilla.” Mmm…smells like home!

 

Anyone else seeing their computer covered in boring, yellow Post-Its? It can make your desk seem very bleak indeed. Why not spruce up the joint with these:

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Rainbow scratch art notes will surely make those reminders like, “Take out the trash!” and “Pick up dry cleaning!” feel like less of a nuisance and more exciting when written on these! You can get 125 notes for $8.99 from Perpetual Kid!

 

Have a find YOU want featured on FGF? Hit me up on Twitter: @thehuffmanpost!

 

Happy Fangirling!

 

 

Her’s Day Thursday

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The other day, I was scrolling through Facebook when I came across an interesting article. The headline was something along the lines of: “Do You Know What These Tattoos Really Mean?” Intrigued, I clicked and read the article.

 

The pictures of tattoos that were shown were on various women and they all had the same theme: a crown with a man’s name on it. At first I thought it was just tattoos from relationships that had ended. Sadly, it was much worse than that. The tattoos these girls were sporting were not just tattoos, they were brands.

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You see, every one of these women were survivors of sex trafficking. The tattoos were forms of letting other “pimps” know that the girls were already “claimed”. Not only had these girls been through something so tragic, but now they were carrying physical signs of that bondage.

 

Enter, Jennifer Kempton.

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Jennifer is a survivor of sex trafficking. She, too, had a tattoo on her neck, that showed who she was “owned” by. After she escaped that world, Jennifer worked through her painful past, but still felt the weight that tattoo had on her. She decided to get it covered up and changed into something that represented how she felt now—a butterfly; ready to spread her wings and soar!

 

After she went through the process of changing her tattoo, she realized that she was not the only one who had gone through such a terrible period in her life. She wanted to help others, so she created Survivor’s Ink.

 

Survivor’s Ink is a non-profit organization that gives financial assistance to those affected by sex slavery. They help women get their tattoos removed (an expensive procedure) or pay for their tattoos to be covered and changed into something beautiful and empowering!

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I didn’t realize until I had read the article just how much sex trafficking really happens in America today. Many think it can’t happen here; that’s just in the movies. This is a naïve assumption.

 

According to Equality Now:

“Trafficking women and children for sexual exploitation is the fastest growing criminal enterprise in the world. This, despite the fact international law and the laws of 134 countries criminalize sex trafficking.

  • At least 20.9 million adults and children are bought and sold worldwide into commercial sexual servitude, forced labor and bonded labor.
  • About 2 million children are exploited every year in the global commercial sex trade.
  • Almost 6 in 10 identified trafficking survivors were trafficked for sexual exploitation.
  • Women and girls make up 98% of victims of trafficking for sexual exploitation.”

 

Sadly, Oklahoma is major hub for sex trafficking. Because there are three major interstates in Oklahoma, and its location in the middle of the nation, sex trafficking is rampant here.

 

This year alone, there have been 85 tips given to possible sex trafficking rings in the state and 21 cases of sex trafficking have been reported. The majority of the cases involved adult women, who were U.S. nationals.

 

According to Dayspringvilla.com, the traffickers or “recruiters” look for “troubled girls, many of whom have been physically or sexually assaulted at home. These girls are lured into the world of sexual trafficking with promises of money, designer clothes and exotic travel only to discover they owe a debt that can never be satisfied. Others are drugged and abducted, never to be seen again.”

 

The way to stop sexual slavery is to speak up, be aware, and help where you can. We need to be the voices for these girls. They are someone’s daughter, sister, mother, aunt, cousin, and friend. Be bold, just like Jennifer Kempton.

What’s The Deal?

With prepping for new baby, dealing with morning sickness, and general everyday stuff, its been hard to keep on my blogging. I forgot to do a Try It yesterday and I thought about skipping today because I wasn’t really in the mood to write. Then, my news app blew up.

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Early this morning, I saw the news about a gunman opening fire during a live news broadcast. The gunman, later identified as a former employee of the news station, killed a reporter and camerman and injured one other before taking his own life.

 

In Oklahoma, we’ve seen a rough week. Our Labor Commissioner was brutally murdered by his own son at an Oklahoma City restaurant.

 

Just a few moments ago, a man broke into a church–a church– on the northeast side of town.

 

And yesterday, a student held a teacher and a classroom of students hostage. Thankfully, the teacher talked the student down and convinced him to let his hostages go.

 

I just don’t understand why the world has gone so crazy. It makes my heart ache to think of the world that I’m bringing Huff the Babe up in as well as her younger brother or sister. When I was growing up, I don’t remember the world being this crazy. Maybe it was and I wasn’t so aware of it as I am now, but it scares me sometimes. It scares me so bad that there are times I lie awake at night and imagine all the horrors that tomorrow could bring. I mean, my brother-in-law is in the military, Huff the Hubs works with the military, and my mom and sister work at a school. I feel like these places that were once safe are now full of horrible possibilities and are constantly in the news because someone decided to go on a rampage and hurt innocent people. I fear, not only for my future, but my children’s future.

Then, I remembered this:

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For God did not give us a spirit of timidity (of cowardice, of craven and cringing and fawning fear), but [He has given us a spirit] of power and of love and of calm and well-balanced mind and discipline and self-control.
2 Timothy 1:7 (AMP)

 

Now, I can boldly look toward the future and know that, no matter what happens, it’ll be okay. I know that not everyone is a “praying person” or a “spiritual person”, but I hope that you can be comforted by these words, too. I also hope that you’ll join me in praying for our nation. America was once a great place and I’d like it to continue to be for future generations.

 

 

Mommy Monday

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Today’s blog post should really be titled, “Mommy’s Don’t Get Snow Days”.

It was icy/snowy/sleety here today in Oklahoma, so of course, the entire state shut down. Schools were out, churches cancelled prayer meetings, and people everywhere scrambled to get the milk and bread.

Government offices were closed because of President’s Day, so Huff the Hubs was home. I, however, did not get a snow day. I work from home 5 days a week, so the house is my office. (Actually, technically speaking, our tiny bedroom with a desk we’re currentlystealing borrowing from my sister is my office. At least it has Netflix.)

I asked HtH if he wanted me to take Huff the Babe to her sitter’s (my aunt) but he said, “No, I want to spend the day with her!” When I asked, “Are you sure?” He assured me he would love to keep our little Gryffindor home.

“I’ll be working,” I reminded him.

“I can handle it,” he said.

Sigh.

I don’t know about y’all, but I am not the type of person who can just “worry about themselves”. If I hear a noise from the other room, I’m immediately up and running into the room to assess the situation and see if anyone needs CPR.

I feel like my day has gone a little something like this:

Start email.

Crash!

Bang!

*Baby cries* 

Me: “What happened?”

HtH: “Nothing! She’s not bleeding!”

Me: *Gets up and runs into the room* (Because, as we all know, ‘she’s not bleeding’=’she’s not showing any outward signs of harm, but she probably has a concussion and will not longer be able to recall letters U-Z and we’ll most likely end up on the news.’)

Repeat the above scenario about twenty times.

So that has been my day.

Granted, the girl has taken an almost three-hour nap and HtH has been really good about watching her for the most part, and I have been able to edit three different projects. I do pride myself on being able to multi-task, but some days, I just get so frazzled and can’t seem to organize a thought, let alone be able to ignore the screeches coming from my daughter because her father is getting her eye boogers off of her face, all the while trying to edit a book.

I’m just glad the ice is melting and tomorrow we will return to our normally scheduled programming.

 

 

 

One Year Later

Yesterday marked the one year anniversary of the deadly F-5 tornado that ravished Moore, Oklahoma last May.

I wasn’t actually here that day. Huff the Hubs and I were on our babymoon in London. It wasn’t until we got back to the hotel and I was scrolling through Facebook that I saw what was happening to my family and friends back home.

I was terrified. I couldn’t get a hold of anyone for a while, but thankfully, I got in touch with my sister and found out that everyone was safe. When HtH and I got back to the states, we could not believe our eyes. Our community looked like a war zone.

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It was devastating to see. Then to learn that two schools were hit and children lost their lives was almost too much to bear. Moore was hurting. We were grieving. We were beaten down.

But we didn’t stay down.

That day (and the days that followed) friends became family, strangers became friends, and ordinary people became first responders. People from all over the nation came to help. The people of Oklahoma showed their resilience, they showed their strength, and they showed that this would not deter their faith.

Moore is rebuilding. And its rebuilding in a big way. Homes are filling up neighborhoods again:

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Schools are being rebuilt:

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And we remember those who we lost:

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Why? Because we’re Okies. And we will not be shaken.

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