Sage Steele, ESPN’s nightly anchor of SportsCenter, is to be a guest speaker at the upcoming Distinction Summit — a virtual event we’re working to launch in October. To market her attendance, I searched for information starting with her social media accounts. First, I found this video and hope you take a minute (ok, 8 minutes) to watch it:
I then found an article about why Sage feels she wasn’t included in the sport channel’s “Time for Change: We Won’t Be Defeated” special that appeared in the aftermath of the death of George Floyd and the nationwide protests (in June 2020). She says she was excluded from the race special for not being black enough.
We’re talking ESPN — sports, right! Doesn’t it seem odd that she wasn’t included when her father was the first black football player at West Point?
The cynical side of me chocks this up to the media (yes, even ESPN) cranking out perceptions that follow an agenda. Another side of me realizes we live in an unpredictable world and the media (yes, even ESPN) is out to make a buck.
No matter… I’m just excited that she’s going to share her experiences and thoughts on standing out to earn more with those who register to attend the Distinction Summit. 🙂
Remember that oldie by the Spice Girls? I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha)…
Sadly, I don’t have a clue what I really, really want.
I would like to have a pool in my backyard. Let’s face it you guys, no matter how much we want to go back like it was in July 2019, that isn’t going to happen for awhile. A pool would be something to DO. It’s too hot outside without a way to cool off. It just is.
No pools or installs until after summer is over. I would get on the waiting list for early spring 2021 (because I don’t think by then our world will be back like before) — but I don’t know if I really, really want to be in this house in a year. I guess I could do a hot tub that I don’t heat until fall… we enjoyed that.
But honestly, although we could use the hot tub year-round, we liked the pool more.
I wouldn’t mind having a nice camper or motorhome. But… my mini cooper won’t pull much more than a bicycle and I don’t want to drive a big ole’ motorhome farther than 50′. I spent more than 1/2 my life behind the wheel of a huge yellow tin can — I’m over that.
Even worse, the thought of riding with Perry in a car gives me hives… I can’t imagine riding with him in something bigger than an SUV. (Sorry Per.)
So… I still don’t have a clue what I want, what I really, really want. I guess I’ll work, (ha) and mow, (ha) and take care of ungrateful doggies, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha)…
TIL (today I learned): British M16 Agents once hacked an Al-Qaeda online magazine and replaced all bomb instructions with cupcake recipes. Read it here…
Daily new COVID-19 cases (7 day moving average): Indiana-7.0; Jackson Co – 5.8; Florida 43.1; Nevada – 24.1
I told you about Merida munching on an ink pen in the middle of a spare bedroom. Reading online how to get the stains out of the carpet, I found that alcohol is recommended. Soak the spots with rubbing alcohol for 30 minutes, blah blah blah…
Have y’all tried finding rubbing alcohol since the pandemic started? Evidently, everyone is trying to make their own hand sanitizer — since you still can’t find that either — and it’s almost as hot a commodity as toilet paper.
I have a partial bottle that I’ve been protecting that was leftover from a time we used it for a painting technique about a year ago. One bottle exactly like I have is now $20 bucks on Amazon. I think I paid less than a dollar for bottles back then! Talk about taking advantage of a bad situation.
Here I go… hoping I have no health related need for rubbing alcohol because I’m about to dump it on the carpet. And if that’s not scary enough, you thought coronavirus testing was done with a nasal swab…
Rainy day here so I’m stuck inside cleaning carpet, doing laundry and eating comfort food. Have a fabulous last day of the weekend, y’all. 🙂
TIL – (today I learned): The word “idiot” once specifically referred to somebody with the mental age of a 2 year-old. “Imbecile” referred to somebody with the mental age of a 3 to 7 year-old, and “moron” referred to somebody with the mental age of a 7 to 10 year-old. Read about it here…
Today, I mowed and weed-eated the yard — AND cleaned the house and steam mopped the floors. I have to tell you… sometimes I like having a bigger house with neighbors and restaurants and grocery stores and more nearby — but other times, I miss my little country home.
It was for sure easier to clean and I could’ve decided to plant tomatoes in the front yard and no one would’ve thought a thing about it. We mowed there too, of course, but not because someone next door did.
The yard there was once a field. No matter that trees and grass seed were planted, the front yard started at the road with a huge ditch that we’d spray and set on fire each spring. Usually after that we could keep it mowed… unless we had a lot of rain. When that happened, we’d light it up again once everything dried up.
Here, if the yard goes more than 3 or 4 days without being mowed it makes the neighborhood look bad. Oh! If my neighbors could only see the back yard there would probably be a petition started to get me outta here! Why? Because that’s where Merida digs holes big enough to be buried in! And yes, I’ve thought about it as I’m grabbing the shovel to fill them back in every other day:
Besides the holes in the yard, Merida has also chewed the branches off on one bush to the point she killed it. I’ve got to dig it up. (Never mind the fat brown dog sunning herself right where I wanted to mow.)
One bush survived Merida and the winter and it’s beautiful. Guess this one was just too big for her to murder… I know she tried. Who needs more than one pretty flowering bush in a backyard anyway?
TIL (today I learned): The FBI has struggled to hire hackers because of the FBI hiring rule that the applicant must not have used marijuana during the last 3 years. Read the full article…
As I was complaining yesterday about my typical Saturday, I forgot to mention the lack of sleep I got the night before. FOUR hours. Not enough.
But the day got so much better! See that big smile plastered across my face that proves how happy I was?
Sadly, that was HOURS ago and although I only had 4 hours sleep last night, I have the big eye now at 1:30 AM (really 2:30 AM because I have clocks that still haven’t been changed for daylight savings).
The older I get, the more I’m like my Nanny. She would sit at the window in her kitchen and stare at US 31 all night long. I didn’t ”get it” back then, but I sure do now. I could eat 100 of those melatonin sleep gummies and still not be sleepy before 3:00 AM.
Rather than stare out a window (nothing to see here anyway), I’m going to crawl under the covers and investigate criminals via the ID channel. This senior living thing is rough. 😉
