So it is officially the day before Thanksgiving and two weeks after what will probably be one of the most controversial presidential elections in the country's history. I will not talk about my political views (yet?...I rarely even comment within my own circle of friends but who knows? I might make a sudden outburst any day!) nor do I want to do any sentimental "what I'm thankful for" speeches....yet. I foresee that somewhere in this blog's future. Sorry, sometimes I get a little mushy. In fact I am feeling a little bit this way right now.
          Here I sit watching holiday movies and wonder why I enjoy watching them so much. Frankly it is an addiction. I've been doing this for several years now and not only do I constantly watch them during November and December, but also July as well thanks to the Christmas in July events from the Hallmark Channels. Certainly I am not the only one that enjoys them and like pulp romance novels ( I call them "fluffy"), many of us devote holiday movie lovers don't pronounce our love for them out loud. If there is a convention for this, I would sign up right away! Hey, wait a minute, maybe there is. I'll research that later!
          I've been a sucker for romance movies and books since I was in high school. It staretd with Jane Eyre. I read it for an English class and it snowballed from there. I prefer historical romance. I think I feel more justified learning about about history and the changes in social climates. I slowly got hooked other stories and when I started discovering Jane Austen, that was it. For years and years my favorite obsession was Pride and Prejudice. Anything remotely related or based on this story I was totally sucked into. Now after many years later, it is probably 2nd or 3rd on my list, fluctuating with Persuasion and North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell ( a late addition I discover only five years ago). That discovery alone gives me hope that I've missed another great story and keeps my everseeking obsession alive.
          It is escapism at its best. Feel good movies make me forget about all the bad in the world and makes me more optimistic that there is more good than bad. 

November 11, 2016

Hi. You can call me Auntie Mo. Not many people in my real life call me that and the few nephews and nieces I had seemed to quickly outgrow the "ie" in Aunt and I longed to always be called that by them. The title Auntie envelops the essence of me. Aunt can represent an older relative that is hopefully a little wiser yet doesn't have the responsibility strings of such titles as Mom, Mother Wife, Daughter and even Sister. The "ie" respresents a whimsical, fun connotation added to the "Aunt" word. 

Mo is a nickname off of my given first name. I haven't always been called Mo and honestly am only addressed as Mo from my work friends. I found out a long time ago that it was just easier for me to be addressed this way. My real name is Monique but got tired of people addressing me as Monica. Hard to butcher Mo though! Plus, its much more fun to rhyme or when someone calls out for me I like to answer "Yo!". Recently I ordered a Chai Tea at Starbucks and after telling them my name, I found they spelled my name Moeneek! Yes, M-O-E-N-E-E-K! I have proof. I'd attach the picture to this post if only I knew how! In the meantime, I'll set that as one of my goals.

What should you expect from this blog? I might talk about some quirky memory or rant about what happened at work or at home. I'm usually pretty complacent and easy to get along with. Some describe me as laid-back. BUT, I know I can get angry, and who knows, maybe this can be like my "anger management" therapy. So, join me as I start a new outlet to express myself.