It is NOT the government’s responsibility to interfere with OUR internet Smacks of Chinese influence. This is dangerous. Also …
It is NOT the government’s responsibility to interfere with OUR internet Smacks of Chinese influence. This is dangerous. Also slows internet by maybe 85% This action will be taken by the government over the next few days ….......... **PARENTS must censor this from their own homes..get your own FILTER NOW Parents …....WAKE UP! GET A FILTER ON YOUR HOME COMPUTER London/27/’08 / THE ratings used for films could be applied to websites in a bid to better police the internet and protect children from harmful and offensive material, Britain’s minister for culture has said.
Just thought I’d send a quick shout saying I’ve arrived in Rome yesterday safely. Hehe, this art community is like a family; my paren…
Just thought I’d send a quick shout saying I’ve arrived in Rome yesterday safely. Hehe, this art community is like a family; my parents had asked me to e-mail them ASAP once I arrived in Rome. My landlady has asked me to be very careful because I’m very young and Italy can be dangerous (I wonder if she knows how old I really am – I’m a shorty so I tend to look younger than my actual age). She tells me I should get a cell phone so I can call her if I’m in trouble outside, and to never come back home by myself late at night (although considering the nature of my program of study and where I’m living, I doubt I can avoid that) etc. etc… I have a lot on my plate now and need time to get used to living here; but for now I thought I should also inform my RB “family” that I have arrived safely; and thanks to all of you who bid me your farewell wishes :) Ciao!
Obituary of the late Mr. “Common Sense” Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, “Common Sense”, who has been with …
Obituary of the late Mr. “Common Sense” Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, “Common Sense”, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; Why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn’t always fair; and Maybe it was my fault. “Common Sense” lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 -year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. “Common Sense” lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Panadol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. “Common Sense” lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. “Common Sense” took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault. “Common Sense” finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. “Common Sense” was preceded in death by his parents, “Truth” and “Trust”; his wife, “Discretion”; his daughter, “Responsibility”; and his son, “Reason”. He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; “I Know My Rights”, “Someone Else Is To Blame”, and “I’m A Victim”. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing. Written by Lori Borgman – http://www.loriborgman.com/
Well now what a wonderful way to begin my day! I had just sat down with my morning coffee, logged in to RB to check activity and low and…
Well now what a wonderful way to begin my day! I had just sat down with my morning coffee, logged in to RB to check activity and low and behold my dear friend David Parkin Purchased Parental live Love as a card! Thank you so much David! I hope you receive as much joy from this image as I have :)
theres all these people – adults - / who havent totally succeeded in being an adult / or really even know what that word means.. / probably …
theres all these people – adults - / who havent totally succeeded in being an adult / or really even know what that word means.. / probably cuz they were too busy ‘trying’ to be one.. / ..when they were a kid. theres all these incomplete adults.. / who had kids. / who are absorbing the reflection – examples – of supposedly ‘adults’ theres all these adults who are finally realising about themselves, maybe – by mid 30s / their kids are blissful in primary school.. / mixing with other kids of incomplete adults there’s all these people who feel old / they just passed their 40th birthday.. / Adulthood is finally upon them, whether they want to or not.. theres all these kids trying to be adults.. / cuz adult means freedom freedom means sex drugs and rock and roll / doing what u want, when you want / freedom means money and luxuries / having it all now – and who cares about tomorrow / when no one treasures yesterday.. theres all these freedom seekers / reflection of their parents – the real adults- theres all these people – from baby to the super oldies - / swimming in each others angst and confusion / looking for the same things / Love – truth – respect – acceptance & acknowledgment theres all these people / drowning in the same shit with a different smell / trapped in the vicious circle.. / reflecting of each other - Every life challenges we cheat and run away from is a lesson we are not able to teach our children. Webgrrl – 23 July 2007
Well here I sit contemplating what to do… You see I have been on parental leave for 2 1/2 months now. I took 9 months off from work so …
Well here I sit contemplating what to do… You see I have been on parental leave for 2 1/2 months now. I took 9 months off from work so I could be at home and help my wife raise our newborn son. Things are proving to be quite interesting… lol. I am really loving the time off, and everyday I can see a difference in my little man. Fortunately my wife and I get along fabulously or this would not have been possible LOL!!!! In this time off I have; as my wife would say become addicted to my Bubble-crack lol! I check it first thing in the morning and its the last thing I check going to bed (is that pathetic????). I was reading a list that a fellow bubbler wrote about things to photograph when you are at a standstill or just can’t get out of the house (then an idea hit me, hence the pic of the broken camera… see link so I made a list, and on this list I have 28 items so far that I want to photograph; everything from a bowtie to an old shed in the backyard. So photography is keeping my mind sane or making it insane depending on what I can come up with to photograph. Well the little guy needs me so off I go… / / Cheers / / Kevin
TOP FEATURED PIECE OF THE DAY in the group Live, Love, Dream ! Thank you so much Bamagirl! I am touched and honored. This peace is my pri…
TOP FEATURED PIECE OF THE DAY in the group Live, Love, Dream ! Thank you so much Bamagirl! I am touched and honored. This peace is my pride and joy from the trip! I hung back while the others went ahead and captured this image. I am still so excited that I captured such a wonderful sweet moment of affection between mom and baby! Thank you everyone for all your support and comments. / warm hugs / I’d link it but i don’t have a clue how to link the photo to the journal lol
...you find a piece of jigsaw at the bottom of your handbag. ...you spend your evening unravelling a slinky. ...leaving the house i…
...you find a piece of jigsaw at the bottom of your handbag. ...you spend your evening unravelling a slinky. ...leaving the house is like completing a military checklist. ...you find yourself shouting “Ooh look! A horse/cow/whatever” and realise the children are not actually in the car. ...you realise that ANYTHING can be cleaned with a babywipe. ...all your books and ornaments are 6 feet off the ground. ...you know where the Sellotape and pencils are but not a pen. ...every single light in the house has been turned on….. even when the sun is shining. ....you can recite all the words to The Gruffalo without looking at the book! ....you find a lego block in your bed. ....the phone rings and it’s never for you. ....you find yourself saying all the stuff your Mum used to say to you when you were a kid. ....you hear yourself saying “well I’m not EVERYONE else’s mother!” ....you have a piece of Sellotape holding your Sky card in. ...that warm body and wriggling behind you in bed is not your partner feeling amorous! ....you feel lost when you manage to go out on your own and you have to carry your bags rather than hang them on back of the pram! ...you put chocolate in the freezer so it’s too hard for kids to eat!
I got myself into trouble today lol. Missy has been harassed and bullied by this girl at school. this girl has pulled her hair, slapped h…
I got myself into trouble today lol. Missy has been harassed and bullied by this girl at school. this girl has pulled her hair, slapped her, called her stupid and retarded, stolen out of her locker, turned all her friends against her, destroyed her homework on purpose and spat on her lunch. so me being me i had enough after going through the correct channels and not having it dealt with properly. i took matters into my own hands and confronted the girl. No i guess i shouldn’t have done it on school property. i was called into the principals office today… geeesh that hasn’t happened in years lol. I felt like i was ten again lol. i simply said I gave you guys full opp to deal with the situation and you didn’t so as a parent it is my right to step in. Now yes i probably shouldn’t have done it on school grounds ( you can’t talk to the mother by the way, been there tried that) I’ve also spoken with the principal, counsellor, teacher etc to no avail. So alas Once again I got into trouble again lol. oops! oh well i’d rather get into trouble then lead a dull life lol. oh well at least they are now dealing with it and i got to see the that old familar uncomfortable plastic chair in the deans office lol. Damn I should have taken the camera.. probably could have gotten a shot of me being reprimanded lol
I don’t normally forward chain-emails but this one was nice :O) WORRY. Is there a magic cut-off period when / Offspring become a…
I don’t normally forward chain-emails but this one was nice :O) WORRY. Is there a magic cut-off period when / Offspring become accountable for their own / Actions? Is there a wonderful moment when / Parents can become detached spectators in / the lives of their children and shrug, ‘It’s / their life,’ and feel nothing? When I was in my twenties, I stood in a / hospital / Corridor waiting for doctors to put a few / Stitches in my daughter’s head. I asked, ‘When do / you stop worrying?’ The nurse said, / ‘When they get out of the accident stage.’ My / Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing. When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little / Chair in a classroom and heard how one of my / Children talked incessantly, disrupted the class, / and was headed for a career making / License plates. As if to read my mind, a teacher / said, ‘Don’t worry, they all go through / this stage and then you can sit back, relax and / enjoy them.’ My dad just smiled / faintly and said nothing. When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime / waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come / Home, the front door to open. A friend said, / ‘They’re trying to find themselves. Don’t worry, / In a few years, you can stop worrying. They’ll be / Adults.’ My dad just smiled faintly / and said nothing. By the time I was 50, I was sick & tired of being / Vulnerable. I was still worrying over my / Children, but there was a new wrinkle. There / was nothing I could do about it. My / Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing. I / continued to anguish over their failures, be / tormented by their frustrations and absorbed in / their disappointments. My friends said that when my kids got married I / could stop worrying and lead my own / Life. I wanted to believe that, but I was / haunted by my dad’s warm smile and his / Occasional, ‘You look pale. Are you all right? / Call me the minute you get home. Are / you depressed about something?’ Can it be that parents are sentenced to a / Lifetime of worry? Is concern for one another / Handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of / Human frailties and the fears of the / Unknown? Is concern a curse or is it a virtue / that elevates us to the highest form of life? One of my children became quite irritable / recently, saying to me, ‘Where were you? I’ve been / Calling for 3 days, and no one answered I was worried.’ / I smiled a warm smile. / The torch has been passed. PASS IT ON TO OTHER WONDERFUL PARENTS / (And also to your children. That’s the fun part) :O)
Anecdotally the mother will take the burnt chop for herself rather than serve it to another member of the family. Frequently this is port…
Anecdotally the mother will take the burnt chop for herself rather than serve it to another member of the family. Frequently this is portrayed as soppy self-sacrifice. Those of us who cook for our families though, and who are often in this position, understand it is a true act of selfless love where the parent puts the interest of their family first. It is an act done without thinking and without sense of loss. It is genuine selfless love. Such love is not only biological. I have three adopted children and willingly eat the burn chop! Absolute proximity brings about this connection. I know my children and the love is borne out of this knowledge and understanding. Indeed the deeper we know any other person the deeper our empathy with them and the greater the chance of love and forgiveness. The Divine has this connection with all of us. The saints work on it. A mother still loving a child who has done great wrong is a small reflection of the greater love. The image of grieving mother clinging to the son who has killed or raped is a sign not of lost morality but of the deeper love that truly connects and forgives. The son is no longer deserving. The love is no longer earned. But the love continues. And we – however great our virtues or however black our sins – receive an unconditional love from a God who knows us so much better than even the most nosy of mothers. Do I have any evidence of the existence of such love? Only that I see its afterglow everyday of my life when another parent eats another burnt chop.
hey all / just having a rant to make myself feel better. / my parents split up on monday. i got home from school. dad wasnt home. i thought…
hey all / just having a rant to make myself feel better. / my parents split up on monday. i got home from school. dad wasnt home. i thought it was weird. i found my mum in tears. she told me that dad had left. stupid me asked “for how long” and i heard the words i didnt wanna hear… “forever.” / i NEVER thought my parents would split up. i thought they were all happy happy joy joy….. but looks can be deceiving. / i’ve seen dad once since then, he seems happier. but i dont know how to handle everything. / i mean, im glad that dad is happier now, or so it seems, but i dont think i cant handle the split custody thing, and the “everyone gets halves” thing and the having to decide what belongs to who. / i just wanted to talk to people, and i thought here would be a good place coz most of you are grown-ups. / things have only clicked into my mind tonight, a week after all this happened. i feel like things are only going to get worse and that i’ve got no one to go to. even thought josh is living with me, he doesnt know how to handle things like this either. / help us?? please beth
Just over two months ago, I wrote a piece called I wandered lonely as a cloud...
Just over two months ago, I wrote a piece called I wandered lonely as a cloud / which I’d all but forgotten until a wonderful redbubbler known as Arletta commented on it. So I re-read it, and in doing so, noticed a line : “They didn’t want one like me. They wished they’d never had me” This was written about a month before my real-life parents told me that “if they’d known how I was going to turn out, I wouldn’t be here now” Interesting. They both suffer from bad cases of dementia, and I had received many abusive phone calls but this was almost madness manifest as hatred. For no justifiable reason – though dementia plays no game of logic. So, I predicted their words, in a way. What more did I predict I thus wonder? I’m not on the streets – yet – not while I can pay a mortgage, not if I can find employment in these bad times, so hopefully that is where the similarity ends. Yet, from the mouths of babes….. They didn’t want one like me. / They wished they’d never had me. / If they’d known how I was going to turn out, I wouldn’t be here now. Interesting the way life and art or at least life and the things we think of as fiction do sometimes become entangled. Only the other day, I was wandering, lonely – as a cloud.
It’s a sad day for me. Usually the 14th of the month is now. But I realized it’s been 6 months since Dad left. That’s half a year! This i…
It’s a sad day for me. Usually the 14th of the month is now. But I realized it’s been 6 months since Dad left. That’s half a year! This is the longest now I’ve ever been without seeing him. Even when I took him to TN and came home and went back out there to help him, that was only 5 months. I don’t think it’s much easier for me to believe and deal with now than it was when it happened. I might cry a little less, but it still hurts so much. There are so many times I want nothing more than to just talk to him. I miss his voice. I say my prayers every night that the Lord will help me to remember, everything. Even the small details that usually go noticed. Help me to remember and etch them into my mind. Because I’d rather remember something like a day I spent with Dad and a story he told me and be sad, than not remember at all. I thought of Dad a lot yesterday because for the first time since he left I started painting again. I know he wouldn’t want me not doing anything at all…he had so much faith in me and believed in me so much. He really throught I could do anything and I was good at things that I didn’t or don’t. I hope he’d be proud of how I’ve been doing in my photography. I wish he could see it so badly. A couple weeks ago I was unpacking some things and found one of my dad’s old camera lenses. He used to have a nice camera and like taking photos….And I wondered if it was just cooincidence that after he was gone, I got so much more into photography. I think I see more things of my Dad in me now at times. It makes me sad because I miss him, but makes me feel good because a little bit of him is still here and it’s in me. / Sometimes I just wish I could have one more day with him. Just to get me by until I see him again. I know I can’t have that, so I’ll be patient until I can see him again. I love you Dad….I love you and Miss you so much. / I’ll always be your Booger. :)
For anybody who hasn’t had a chance to check out the winners of the Mother’s day Contest held for both the Selective Coloring Group...
For anybody who hasn’t had a chance to check out the winners of the Mother’s day Contest held for both the Selective Coloring Group and the Childhood Group you can see them HERE. These images really evoke such warm tender feelings and a true sense of motherhood. So much inspiration went into this contest, and it was very rewarding for me as well. While you are there, take a moment and check out the rest of my website and sign up for future news and updates. It is an interactive, resourceful, and informational site aimed to educate photographers on the art and techniques of selective coloring. Also, if you have time, sign my guestbook. I would love to hear your thoughts and if you have any suggestions on making the site even more useful and interesting.
Where can one begin to imagine what it must feel like to lose a child? Who ever expects a child to die before a parent? But when it happe…
Where can one begin to imagine what it must feel like to lose a child? Who ever expects a child to die before a parent? But when it happens what can one do to stop the hurt and anger? The feelings of emptiness this family must feel inside will never be filled again. The two siblings, a brother and sister, will never be able to accept that their younger brother will no longer be there to tease, laugh with them, share the years ahead with them. They no longer have a special little brother to be proud of. He can no longer make them enjoy the beauty of being an aunt and uncle. And his parents? They will never enjoy their youngest son’s grandchildren or the life he had planned for himself. Last night I received a phone call telling me that my friend’s son, Vincent, a brilliant final year student at Cambridge University, was knocked off his mountain bike by a car and died. Just like that, in an instance his life was ended. He was a student who had so much to live for, a son whose family have been split in two and will never understand why it had to happen to him. A youngest child who died in such a stupid way. His father John had to make the longest journey of his life to identify his baby boy. He said he looked like he was sleeping, so why couldn’t he wake up and it all be just a bad dream? Today his mother will have to make the journey to get the body; cold words, as cold as he is now that his soul has left forever. What must the driver who took away all this hope and happiness be feeling? He was going too fast and hit Vincent. He stopped, but multiple head injuries didn’t await the ambulance. I will never know but I hope that he will be forgiven for his sins. I hope he will be able to find some peace, somehow, throughout the rest of his life. All I can do is be there for them. All I can do is support them in their grief and hold back the tears and sadness that I feel for them. God bless your beautiful soul, Vincent Carta.
Hi everyone, sorry for the lateness in my gratitude, but here it goes. I’m so ecstatic with all these features and one win in a chall…
Hi everyone, sorry for the lateness in my gratitude, but here it goes. I’m so ecstatic with all these features and one win in a challenge!! This is my 2nd win in a challenge and I am very grateful!! Wins: / Good Times / / was featured in the following 2 groups: / Multiracial Beauty & Mood and Ambience and won the challenge Mums in the group Family Unlimited / Thank you so much for featuring and voting for this image of my mom. I just love this photo!! Our Christmas Tree / / was featured in the group The Beginners’ Corner Thanks so much for featuring our special tree!! Welcome to the World / / was featured in the group Oh Baby! This is one of my faves, thanks a bunch for featuring little Jakey Jake!! Equal Rights / / was featured in the group Major Event-Photography & Journalism WOOHOO!! Big Sister / / was featured in the group Bubblers’ Weekly Challenge for coming in 8th place in the challenge Happy Holidays Thanks to everyone that voted, you made my day!! Chloe, the Ballerina / / was featured in the group Multiracial Beauty Yo Gabba Gabba / / was featured in the group The Beginners’ Corner Thanks a bunch, this picture makes me laugh so hard!! Thanks so much to all of you for featuring my work and voting!! You have made my week!! Sorry that was long, thought it was better putting it all in one shot!! xoxo / Jen
I miss dead people. I miss my parents, even though they raised me before the discovery of self-esteem and never missed an opportunity to…
I miss dead people. I miss my parents, even though they raised me before the discovery of self-esteem and never missed an opportunity to make me feel deeply defective. (Nothing personal really, just 19th century German child-rearing.) I miss dogs and cats. An unfortunate creature named Chelsea, whom we adopted when she was about ten years old, long imprinted with the conviction that she was her own only friend. I miss Matthew, a cat inclined to morbid obesity, whose final resting place was desecrated by a famous attorney who must remain nameless. (I mean unnamed. Anybody with rudimentary Googling skills can figure out who I’m talking about.) I miss…Dony Bronston, who taught me to play the piano correctly, rather than telling me she’d like to break my wrists. (She was the first wife of Samuel Bronston, producer of epics like The Fall of the Roman Empire. He left her for a younger woman.) I miss….this is a time to stop. My college English professor once said to our class that when you’re not sure what to write next, the best thing to do is stop. (He also wrote in his memoirs that he considered teaching an erotic act, which according to my therapist makes him a perpetrator of sexual abuse.) I don’t miss him. I wish him ignominy, I wish him remembered by nobody. Still, there was that one piece of good advice.
Whilst some people talk of how much they dreaded and were bored by the traditional family slide night, I was always a fan of those evenin…
Whilst some people talk of how much they dreaded and were bored by the traditional family slide night, I was always a fan of those evenings spent in a darkened lounge room, the curtains closed, watching colourful images from my parents’ and our collective family’s trips away. Whether photographs from the trip to the USA my parents took when my brothers and I were in early primary school; a trip that brought us each various souvenirs including t-shirts, before souvenir t-shirts became all post-modernist and declared themselves uncool (mine was from San Francisco and said “Go climb a street”). Or photographs from Antarctica and other strange far away places my Uncle John traveled to. Or even the photographs from the travels we three children ventured on with my parents around the Northern Territory when we lived in Darwin. Slide nights are up there in my list of favourite memories, along with nights spent lying rugged up on banana lounges in the backyard of my maternal grandparents’ house in Northbourne Avenue in Canberra whilst my Granddad pointed out constellations and my Grandma brought us out warm cups of Milo. The hum of the projector, the clacking of the slide tray turning or sliding as the corded remote was pressed, the delays when a slide got stuck or the attempt to go back to the previous slide caused a technical malfunction, and the dust particles floating around in the projector’s light. The projected images contained amusing memories of places we’d been, or acted as portals into intriguing places we hoped one day to go. And, of course, played an important part in inspiring my love of photography. For a couple of decades slide nights in our family died off. My parents, like most folk, started taking their holiday and family snaps with negative film instead of as transparencies; and the act of reliving our family holidays or experiencing each others’ was relegated to sitting around a table, possibly as a group, and passing around 6”x4” prints; or in the case of my photographs from the UK, viewed by my parents online long distance on my website. Perhaps, given that by this time there were five of us recording our holidays in photographic form, this was a good thing. However, with the advent of digital photography, “slide nights” are back with a vengeance in my parents’ house. Now they can be enjoyed in the morning and afternoon, not just the evening as they don’t require darkness; and there is (somewhat) less pfaffing with the cycle of images played through the DVD player. After viewing my parents’ photographs from their trip to Africa last year and from their travels around the Eastern Rockies, USA, in 2006, I persuaded them to set up a RedBubble account for their travel photography. You should check it out
Awake my child / Time has come / Morning is here. Another day older / Moments to share / Maturing and growing / Learning to care. Your…
Awake my child / Time has come / Morning is here. Another day older / Moments to share / Maturing and growing / Learning to care. Your laugh a gift / Smile a dream / Thoughts are simple / Knowledge unseen. Sleep my child / The time has gone / Night is near. My son. By: Mojha R. MacDowell / 7/28/07
Hi all. I’m very happy to report some more features the last 2 weeks or so. I am very happy and appreciative of some (well all) of these …
Hi all. I’m very happy to report some more features the last 2 weeks or so. I am very happy and appreciative of some (well all) of these works, as they have been like a milestone I passed in terms of both technical and creative aspects. Well, not super creative, but creative enough for me, as I’ve always stated I’m not to creative, just pretty good at capturing life as it happens. Thanks so much to all of you for your support and motivation! The following works have been featured: / Hold my Hand Dad was featured in Canon DSLR / Happy Baby was featured in Oh Baby / Meet Teddy was featured in Images & Ideas / C-H-L-O-E was featured in Family Unlimited / Bass Player was featured in #1 Artists of Redbubble / Feet was featured in the groups Family Unlimited and Mood & Ambience / Katie was featured in Older Kids Age 8-16 / 2009 Oscar Winner Kate Winslet was featured in both 1:1 with Celebrities and All Street Portraiture And Photography / Yes, I’, Cute and I Drool too was featured in Oh Baby! / Man on Gondola was featured in All Street Portraiture And Photography / My Unercuvah Luvah was featured in In the Shoshin Thanks so much to all the groups, I really appreciate it! xoxoxoxo / Jen
It takes half a dozen clothes pegs to close the curtains in my father’s bedroom, which he does every night. The curtains are rags but *...
It takes half a dozen clothes pegs to close the curtains in my father’s bedroom, which he does every night. The curtains are rags but my mother chose them and they will not be replaced!! / / Every time that I’ve touched them. These curtains tear a bit more. If mediums could communicate; if there was a telephone to the other side, my mother would be telling him to get rid of them! / She was very down-to-earth / practical, like her father. Several people have tried – people who are close to him. But no! / / The other day, it was only at the chemist’s that I’d remembered that that day would have been her birthday. Apart from the very many photos, these ‘curtains’ are still a presence. / / ( My father calls the clothes pegs mikkies. {We always speak Dutch but pegs are wasknijpers . Where mikkies comes from. I don’t know.) / I see these rags (rather than all the photos) as symbolic of the friendship between my parents, which began in 1930.
Too funny guys….. Meet My Mom & Dad was featured in …
Too funny guys….. Meet My Mom & Dad was featured in the group That’s Funny! LOL!! Thanks so much to the group and I really hope everyone got a kick out of it!!! I called my mom to say she was featured and she started laughing hysterically this morning!! LOL A big thanks to the group Live, Love, Dream for featuring Kyle in Welcome To The Jungle Means a lot to me and this pic is also a personal fave! I almost forgot, thanks to jujubean for suggested I submit it to the group!! Thanks to all. I feel honored and blessed! Jen PsI cant stop laughing at meet my mom and dad…. lol
I, inadvertantly, stumbled onto some sales today. Some of it was because I went to the grocery store to use a coupon that was still g…
I, inadvertantly, stumbled onto some sales today. Some of it was because I went to the grocery store to use a coupon that was still good to buy 1/get 1 (almost) free on formula. While there we found they had many fairly good quality frozen pizzas on sale for $1.50. I think it’s because they are remodeling. Lots of frozen stuff was on good sale. Before that, though, we stopped at The Golden Goose Thrift Shop, which is on the way to the grocery stores I most often shop at. They happened to be having a 75% off all shoes sale. Now, those of you who have been told a bit about my circumstances, know what this could mean to me, potentially; as shoes are something I do not really have. I have one pair of men’s sandals that are way too big, and a couple of old pairs of women’s shoes that are way too small, and that’s about it. I have other ripped up sandals, that also don’t fit , but, which I might be able to repairs, and a few pair of old shoes that, due to health reasons, I can no longer wear. I should give them away, but, I dwell in hope. And, none of them, whether too big or too small, old ones that I can’t hobble about in, or etc.,almost none of them are anything one would wish to go on a job interview, or be seen in public in, if one could help it. Today, at that sale, despite the fact that I generally cannot even find shoes that fit me in regular shoe stores, I found a pair of boots that are passable towards fitting, and a pair of loafer type shoes that definitely feel comfy. They are both very good quality, around the correct shades of brown to go with most of my clothing that is at all presentable for public wear, and they costed $5.00 all together. Yes, they are still men’s shoes, but, they don’t really look manly, so that’s something. They look like high quaity women’s shoes of men’s shoe quality, if you know what I mean; or, even if you do not. Yes, by the way this does count as answers to prayers. I will not go into great detail as to what the prayers were or how they were answered, but, oh yes, they were. Thank you, Jehovah! On a weirder note, I have two extra children. Good thing there was the grocery sale, then! My son went to spend a couple of nights at a friends house. When he was brought (almost) home, they asked if their kids could spend the night. It was agreed upon, that they would spend the night, and their parents would pick them up bright and early the next morning. I didn’t suggest that time, they did. They didn’t show up! Sometime, the next evening, I was told that someone had talked to the parents and that they said they would be here tomorrow to pick their kids up in the evening. That would be this evening. It is 9:57 pm and the kids are still here. They tried to call their parents, earlier this evening, and the phone was turned off. So, no clue as to why they are still here, what is going on, but here they are. They are both teenagers, so they can mostly take care of themselves. They cuss more than I’d like (so do mine) but they also helped carry in groceries. So, it’s not like they are any trouble. It’s just really weird!
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