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A Simple Wish

By Becky, on

April 20th, 2012

Sounds simple enough, doesn’t it?

Relevancy, where the hell did it go?

By Becky, on

April 19th, 2012

So I was desperately searching for something relevant to write about while at the same time avoiding the land minds in the media these days. Do you remember the days before the 24 hour news feed? You know when Walter Cronkite or Dan Rather only had 30 minutes to give us the world news and therefore had to pick the most relevant stories to report? When we didn’t have to know every single bit of news the minute it happened?

Take for instance, Whitney Houston. I learned about her death on Twitter, long before the nightly news. And for the next almost for freakin ever we heard every single detail of her last night, of the phone calls made, the transportation of the body from the hotel to the morgue to her home town to the grave. We studied and reported on every breath Bobbi Kristina took, and the media still portrayed Bobby Brown as the bad boy he was years ago. We then heard the autopsy reports and the speculation that Bobbi Kristine was going to follow her mother’s lifestyle.

Does anyone remember Anna Nicole Smith’s death, and the trial, and the funeral, and the custody battles? The three-ring circus her death became, and the microscopic dissection of every photo, video taken, every appearance made by her through out her life?

Do we as the public, as fans, as human beings, really need all those details? How are any of them relevant? We knew Whitney did drugs, we new Anna Nicole’s weight fluctuated, and there was speculation for a while about possible drug use.

What about the Whitewater Scandal? Yeah, that’s the kick off scandal that led to Monica Lewinsky. How was his affair with Monica relevant to his dealings with a failed real estate company? We didn’t need that many details about their encounters. None of it was relevant, and yet, it was reported, day in and day out in great detail.

I have all but stopped ‘watching’ the news and just listening to it on the radio, or reading the newspaper. Because the radio stations only have a small window to report the news, they pick and choose the important ones. With a newspaper, I can pick and choose what I deem important.

Relevancy. That’s what is missing. Nothing is really relevant because apparently everything is. Whitney Houston’s death was as important as the political campaigns of the Republican front-runners. When did washed up drug addicted dead pop stars become as important as the possible next leader of our country?

I’m over at Buy-Her With the Most Embarrassing Pictures of Me on the Internet. Also a product review

By Becky, on

April 17th, 2012

I am over at Buy-Her today. It’s been a long time since I wrote with the girls over there, but when I asked if I could write a review, Liza graciously accepted me back into the fold.

So, go over to Buy-Her today and check out the most embarrassing photos of me online, and also a product review of Suave Keratin products. I didn’t post embarrassing photos of me on the internet for them to go largely ignored.

I Hope for All Our Sakes the State of Florida Gets it Right

By Becky, on

April 11th, 2012

Angela Coreys Special Prosecutor State of Florida

So it would seem that Florida has given in to public pressure and are charging George Zimmerman with Trayvon Martin’s death. I have to wonder, would they have bothered if the media hadn’t stepped in and kept the pot stirred. If the media hadn’t put their spin on the story in order to push their own personal agenda, and to report what they think happened that night, would this even be an issue?

We’ve been down this road before people, with Casey Anthony, who was also charged and tried and acquitted in the state of Florida. The simplistic version of Zimmerman’s defense will be “Were you there? Do you know beyond a reasonable doubt that Mr. Zimmerman acted out of prejudice towards blacks? No? Then it is possible he was attacked and was defending himself. Reasonable doubt.”

I am not passing judgement. I hope that the State of Florida has some definitive evidence and testimony that will answer all of our questions. I hope that at the end of this trial, the parents of Trayvon know beyond a reasonable doubt what went down that night and that this case can slip quietly into the history books and we can all move on. I hope that Trayvon’s parents can find peace, I hope that they accept whatever the outcome, I hope the media leaves them alone and allows them time to grieve in peace and in private instead of in front of the cameras who are broadcasting every tear shed to boost their ratings.

I hope that this never happens again, and no family ever has to go through what Trayvon’s parents have been through, regardless of race, gender, sexual orientation, age, size, hair color or boob size. And beyond all that I hope that the State of Florida has what it takes to prove its case. Otherwise George Zimmerman will once again be forced to defend himself from attack, like he claimed he did that night in the rain.

A Leap of Faith

By Becky, on

April 9th, 2012

I grew up a preacher’s daughter. I went to church every Sunday, unless I was dead, then I was allowed to go to the late service at 11:00. I sang in the choir, I joined the youth group, I worked in the nursery, and I sat in the congregation every week listening to my father preach about God, Jesus, sin, forgiveness and faith.

Faith.

The internet seems to be unsure as to whether it was Matthew or Luke who told of Jesus saying “If you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you could say to this mulberry tree, ‘Be uprooted and planted in the sea,’ and it would obey you“. They can’t even agree on whether it was a mulberry tree or a mountain. I guess it doesn’t matter. If you have faith, and believe, nothing is impossible.

I’m not so sure I have faith any more. For so many reasons I don’t want to get into I haven’t been to a church in years. My father is no longer a preacher in any church and his personal belief system is his personal belief system. My sister no longer believes in God as a higher power. I don’t know what I believe.

But this week I took a leap of faith. I ‘opened’ Becky Hood Photography. I have business cards, I’ve handed them out. I’ve even booked my first photo shoot two weeks from now. I’ve given cards to friends to pass out. I will have more printed next week.

Faith.

I wonder if I can do this. I am not foolish enough to think it will keep the roof over our heads, or food on our table, but it will be money coming in. And it’s something I love.