I recently spent a long weekend binging the entire 1st season of SOA, only be to be plagued by nightmares. Yes, gentle readers, I am that gd delicate. So I did the sensible thing and realized this show was not going to be for me, went and read the synopsis of all 7 seasons, and realized I hade made the right choice in cutting myself off from SAMCRO. But don't get me wrong, it is an extremely well-crafted, well-acted and well-written show that combines the best of shows like The Sopranos and Breaking Bad with a dash of Hamlet and New Jack City. I just don't have the stomach for those shows that I once had, and I don't feel one bit sad about it. I highly recommend if you miss those aforementioned shows and have a love of guns, motorcycles and Katy Sagal and Charlie Hunnam.....rrrrrrrrrrrrr.
This story might take a minute to tell. Bear with me. When my sister and I were little girls, my mother took us to a large baptist church in town. Even as a child, I never remember feeling welcome there. But I do remember the lovely older couple that kept my Sunday School class. They gave us saltines and kool-aid, and I remember thinking they would be nice grandparents to have. At Christmastime, the Sunday School class was set to have a random gift exchange. Every child was supposed to bring a gift that could be exchanged with any other child.....no specific gift designations. I received the gift of an Avon 7 bead necklace which was very popular at the time. I loved it so much and was thrilled to have it! I was somewhere between 5 and 7 at the time. (Back in the 1970's and 80's, Avon was a cosmetic company that was also known for it's inexpensive jewelry. I couldn't find a price on what this necklace would have cost back then, but apparently there is a lot of inte