Sunday, February 26, 2012
Just when you think you know, something else comes along.
Do you Pin? I love Pinterest. I used to save pictures on my hard drive that I have found on the web and want to see again. Now there is Pinterest. You can open a site and save and organize pictures right on the web.
BUT, I am not an artist and if Post a pic on the web, I don't care if you save it. Remember that garage sale sign that Laurie made when she got divorced? "Divorcing The Idiot Garage Sale". Well, I actually had someone show a pic of that sign to me that they had found on FB. Some page about vengeful things ex-wives will do.
One of my blog friends posted that she didn't need a Pinterest account because pictures of her quilts were showing up all over Pinterest. Another blog friend was upset that her pictures appear elsewhere on the web. She didn't say if someone was claiming them for their own or if they were pinned.
Anyway, I have added the P button to my sidebar. If you don't know about Pinterest, visit the site and let me know what you think. If you DO Pinterest, let me know so I can see what YOU have liked there. I would love to hear any thought you have about Pinterest.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Every Thursday they send me an email with show times and the "coming soon" list.
Hmm...I had read good reviews of The Woman in Black. It was acceptable to all 5 of us so off we went. The 8:00 showing had lots of teens already seated when we arrived.
Let me tell you, that from now on, I am going to review the reviewer of movies when a review appears in our paper. This movie was the perfect movie for a teen boy to take his date. Its a sure bet that she would be hiding her face in his shoulder every time the music indicated a scary scene had just been shown. Startling would be a better description. I was more entertained watching the girls in the audience watch the movie ~lol~. Anyway, I recommend you skip this one. Lots of startling shots with very little substance with a mildly surprising end.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
I was raised in the city. My dad worked swing shifts in the steel mills in South Chicago. He commuted to work by train and stayed over at his sister's home when he had to work a double shift. My mom never worked outside our home. They were really my aunt and uncle and by the time I went to live with them, their youngest daughter was 10. I got my first job at 13 as a car hop in a local root beer stand and also babysat for our neighbor. From that time on I always had a job. I didn't need one, but I always felt that I should provide as much as I could for myself. If you were home when supper was ready you ate. If not, it was fend for yourself. I bought most of my own clothes and paid for my own expenses.
My daughter and the boys will be moving to their own home next weekend. She has leased a home located about a mile from us. Terry and I have the same and different emotions about the move. He and I were discussing those feelings this morning. It occurred to me that the reason we feel so differently about the boys moving out has everything to with the way each of us was raised.
In one way, our feelings are the same. He had a really good childhood in a loving family home. He wants that same thing for the boys. I had a not so great childhood being raised in a dysfunctional family. I want the boys to have that loving family too. Things are different in this day. A loving family is not always a mom, dad and children. What is normal, anyway? We did our job. We were there when they needed us, and we will be here when they need us to be, for what ever the current need is.
I don't worry about who is going to make sure they get to school on time. Will they keep their grades up.
Will their clothes be clean. I don't reason that they have a mom to be sure it all gets done. I know that I have made sure they know how to do laundry, cook, and keep their rooms clean. Terry has taught them how to do all the things boys should know and maybe some they shouldn't ~lol~. Did I say that?
Notice my picture? Change is coming for all of us. If you know me, you know the sun is my shining symbol of hope and well being. The sun is there too, right in the picture assuring me that it's a good thing.