I cannot avoid having shows make me cry today

I just finished watching the season eight premiere of Blue Bloods. Typically, I will go down my DVR from top to bottom and watch in that order. Plus, I am semi avoiding Chicago Fire because I don’t want to watch one of my favorite characters die. That isn’t because I know definitively if one of them has died or not, but I get far too emotionally attached to fictional characters and don’t want to deal with the fictional massacre today.  With that said, if you are a fan of Blue Bloods and have not watched the premiere, come back to this post after you have viewed this week’s episode. Spoilers ahoy.

When we last left the Reagans Danny’s house was burnt to the ground. I’ve had some friends who have loss everything before via fire, floods, and tornadoes. Everything can be rebuilt but that initial loss leaves this numb feeling inside of one.  That is the description that has been given to me multiple times. I’ve also been told throughout the years that people tend to merely stand and look at the remains wondering what to do first. Where do they go? Depending on how bad the damage is of course those are things one must think of. How do we rebuild? And considering all the devastation in Texas, Florida, and Puerto Rico that is a hot button topic. How can we help?

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start being excited about what could go right

My mom hated my first name. Every now and then this is a story I share with people. She hated the name Christina, yet made a compromise with my dad when I was born that could be my first name. They agreed I would go by my middle name, which as everyone knows is Michelle. For years when people ask me my middle name and I say Michelle they laugh and tell me to stop joking. Only I’m not joking. I even have friends who are so used to me being Michelle they often times forget my first name is Christina.

I’m what I have dubbed people over the years as middle namers. I’m a middle namer because my mom hated the typically shortened version of Christina, which is Christy. She never thought about people calling me Chris though. I don’t know if she would have necessarily enjoyed that either. Maybe that is because I somehow got stuck with the nickname Mitchell in middle school and she didn’t quite understand that one either. The stranger part is I got called Michael by various students passing back papers my whole life too.

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