We live in the age of technology right? It is supposed to make life easier, make us more social, more efficient...more happy too, right?
I don't think so.
I heard a statistic on the radio, "They have found that if you have ____ number of "friends" on facebook you are more likely to be depressed." Guess...700, 1,000?
No...just 300 friends. If you have a facebook account and you aren't either of my parents than you probably have more than 300 friends - it's not that hard. And I can see why the statistic has some weight to it. They stated the reasons being that you are constantly viewing what others are doing in their lives - usually positive and wonderful things that they want everyone to know about. Very few people post horrible or boring activities (well a lot of my facebook friends seem to) but there are a ton of "my husband just bought me a dozen roses," "Date night," "I just bought a new car," "Had the best girls night out with my favorite friends." I guess reading that everyday from 300 people would make a person a little blue.
But it's not just facebook that has got me thinking. It's texting. The new form of carrying on a friendship.
Now a-days when you see someone (I mean actually see the person in real life in front of you) they will often start in with, "did you read what I posted on facebook? or if not they will start the conversation out with asking you about something you posted concerning your crazy dog or sick kid last week. But lets say you don't see the person - because honestly how many of us actually SEE any of our friends that often? Then you do what everyone in the country does...you text them.
Texting is the new way to communicate. Letter writing? I'm sorry what is that? Does anyone even buy stamps anymore? Then there is e-mailing - that is usually resorted to for "catching up" or "letting someone know what you really think about them at the moment" but for staying in touch with friends on a daily/weekly basis...it comes down to texting.
No one calls anymore. You have a thought pop in your head about someone...text them.
You got a quick question...text them.
You want to let a friend know you miss them...text them - God forbid you actually dial their number and push send to make an actual voice connection and let them HEAR that you miss them - no, you write in shorthand, "tnking abt u. Need to get 2gather soon - call me!" and push send message. And it goes back and forth a few times until a child needs you or the stop light turns green or the doctor calls you back to the room. And life continues.
I confess there have been times in my life where I had a quite moment (literally a moment) and I picked up my phone and texted multiple friends telling them I missed them, wondering how they were, reminding them we should make time to talk. Then waited excitedly for the bing of my phone to show that someone out there was taking the time to write a quick note back in agreement. What a pitiful social life.
My theory is that people will soon forget how to have conversations. We will begin to talk in shorthand and not know how to make eye contact. We will just resort to sitting around a dinner table and texting each other. It's quicker right and then everyone can say what they want without having to wait too long for anyone else to talk. Get to the point...not too many details...
It's sad. It can be lonely I humbly admit. I miss long conversations with girlfriends on the phone or more importantly sitting around a table at McDonalds and talking while the kids ran around the playground. We are growing up I guess...life is getting too busy...and besides we always have technology to stay in touch.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 13, 2012
Pinterest Addiction
Pinterest is my new addiction. Yes, I found this idea for Valentines cards on it and for less than $1.50 I made Elizabeth's class cards (with just her and the giant heart)!
Since coming down from my high of taking statistics - well that was a low but completing it and getting an A was a high- I have found myself this semester twiddling my fingers. DON'T ROLL YOUR EYES!
Yes, I still have things to do like teach preschool, taxi cab boys around town after school, play princess with Sister Girl, be our housecleaner and cook and most importantly cheer lead my husband on while he trudges through his diseration!
But I have lost the "important" feeling I had last semester - and so I'm twiddling my fingers. I can't help it that I have my mother's genes in me. We don't know how to sit still! Seriously...
So, I have discovered Pinterest. I waited until I received my final grade in December before logging on. I knew I wouldn't have enough will power to withstand the pull of craftiness from fellow peers. I'm glad I did so.
Since entering the world of Pinterest I have spent an entire month (every night for hours on end including all day Saturdays) to paint and glue bead board onto my kitchen cabnets. See picture below...
Let me say I couldn't have done it without the help of my husband, his saw and his caulking skills. I LOVE my kitchen now!!!!
I have also made a picture frame weekly schedule, a weekly menu to hang on the wall, learned to fix my hair in new and crazy ways, baked home made crescent rolls for the first time along with other new receipes, completed preschool crafts with my 3 year olds that are adorable, among many other things!
I have a list of projects now to keep me occupied at night. From organizing my cabnets, making book holders for each child's bed, modgepoding scrapbook paper on my electric outlet covers, fixing my hair in cute little twists and braids, sewing Sister Girl the latest dress (well I would need to know how to operate my sewing maching to do that one), cook 1,000 meals, and about 500,000 preschool craft ideas I don't think I will be twiddling my fingers for a long time.
Not to say I want to fill my time reorganzing my life forever but at least until I can register for A & P sometime in the future I hope it will keep my brain busy!
Long live Pinterest!
Feb 8, 2012
Blessed or Victim?
Something about Wal-mart brings out the worst in sister girl and me.
I recently was at a Mothers of Preschoolers' meeting where there was a panel of married couples - seasoned ones I might add. They were giving us advice on our marriages and well everything else they felt led to tell us about.
This one woman started the show by saying, "After reading most of your questions I see a common theme here...you mothers look at yourselves as victims! Well let me tell you that you are not victims - you are BLESSED to have these children!" She went on to give some wonderful advice and charges to us moms (who were covered in grape juice, baby spit and had bags under our eyes)to buck up...get the dads more involved...and keep charging on!
I felt empowered from her speech until I went back to Wal-mart with Sister Girl today. Then my balloon popped and well I was back to being a victim!
About two or three months ago I took Elizabeth to the toy section of Wal-mart in search of a prize Barbee. The reward for successful potty training had been long anticipated. I of course made the mistake of all mistakes (and this is my third child....I'm losing it folks) - I told her "to pick out a Barbee" amongst the row of hundreds of Barbee's and hundreds of price differences. I had in mind that she would of course pick one of the few I was so cleverly pointing out to her under $10 but that isn't how Sister Girl's mind works. NO, she quickly fell in love with the most expensive doll on the aisle.
Long story short...we left Wal-mart by way of me carrying her out the store by the walk of shame - football hold - screaming "I WANT THAT DOLL!" It was the most horrific experience of my life...MY LIFE I tell you!!!!!! We still talk about that experience at Wal-mart where "you acted so terrible screaming through the store and momma was sooo mad at you!" Oh, she hasn't forgotten that day!
We have since been to Wal-mart and Kroger and Target without any fiasco's but I knew she was just saving up for me. And today was the day.
I was thinking about what a blessing my children were...all three of them...as they were in tow after school pick up. I only had to pick up some pictures - in and out - nothing to it. But then I got side tracked by the Valentine cards.
"Do you boys want to pick out some cards now?" I so sweetly asked them - MISTAKE #1.
Then after the lingering around the red heart pillows was too much for her, Sister Girl pleaded with me to get out of the buggy. She SWORE she would stay right by me and just LOOK! - MISTAKE #2.
It wasn't long before those red heart pillows got boring and she was ready to move on to bigger, redder and shinier objects in Wal-mart! And so the stand-off began.
Just imagine the next three minutes with me squatted down muttering expletives under my breath while smiling an evil "step mother/witch like smile" at the sweet little girl with the big bow tip toeing backwards away from me. With every inch I took closer to her she would get her arms up and feet ready to start a mile dash through the store.
For some reason the following threats don't work in a store...
"If you don't get back over here now I'm going to get you!"
"Young lady I will count to three and you had better walk back to me!"
"You are going to regret it if you run away from me!"
Then you start to get a little crazy (the teenage redneck girls laughing behind your back don't make the situation any better...nor does your eight year old son, oblivious to you crawling on the wal-mart floor trying to sneak up to your 3 year old daughter and catch her pant legs before she flees, who persistently asks you which valentines girls would like better!)and words come out like this...
"When I get you girl you will wish you had stayed in that cart!"
"I'm gonna take you into that bathroom and make you wish you hadn't stepped foot past those glitter heart pillows!"
All in the name of discipline and love mind you...and all knowing that I wouldn't dare lay a hand on my sweet child - in public - I JUST WANT HER BACK IN THE CART!
Well needless to say I entertained quite a few spectators and mortified her 10 year old brother. I won the stare down, lured her back to the cart where I pulled my mother's trick of taking all my frustration out through my hands with her famous "squeeze the legs (or arms or chin) maneuver" and placed a very pouty Sister Girl on my hip where I could manhandle her all the way to the photos and out the door!
So...blessed or victim? I'll have to think about that one...
Side Note:
I KNOW I am blessed beyond words - and I KNOW I'm no victim of my children - but I also KNOW that Wal-mart, Sister Girl and me don't make for a feel good parenting experience!
I recently was at a Mothers of Preschoolers' meeting where there was a panel of married couples - seasoned ones I might add. They were giving us advice on our marriages and well everything else they felt led to tell us about.
This one woman started the show by saying, "After reading most of your questions I see a common theme here...you mothers look at yourselves as victims! Well let me tell you that you are not victims - you are BLESSED to have these children!" She went on to give some wonderful advice and charges to us moms (who were covered in grape juice, baby spit and had bags under our eyes)to buck up...get the dads more involved...and keep charging on!
I felt empowered from her speech until I went back to Wal-mart with Sister Girl today. Then my balloon popped and well I was back to being a victim!
About two or three months ago I took Elizabeth to the toy section of Wal-mart in search of a prize Barbee. The reward for successful potty training had been long anticipated. I of course made the mistake of all mistakes (and this is my third child....I'm losing it folks) - I told her "to pick out a Barbee" amongst the row of hundreds of Barbee's and hundreds of price differences. I had in mind that she would of course pick one of the few I was so cleverly pointing out to her under $10 but that isn't how Sister Girl's mind works. NO, she quickly fell in love with the most expensive doll on the aisle.
Long story short...we left Wal-mart by way of me carrying her out the store by the walk of shame - football hold - screaming "I WANT THAT DOLL!" It was the most horrific experience of my life...MY LIFE I tell you!!!!!! We still talk about that experience at Wal-mart where "you acted so terrible screaming through the store and momma was sooo mad at you!" Oh, she hasn't forgotten that day!
We have since been to Wal-mart and Kroger and Target without any fiasco's but I knew she was just saving up for me. And today was the day.
I was thinking about what a blessing my children were...all three of them...as they were in tow after school pick up. I only had to pick up some pictures - in and out - nothing to it. But then I got side tracked by the Valentine cards.
"Do you boys want to pick out some cards now?" I so sweetly asked them - MISTAKE #1.
Then after the lingering around the red heart pillows was too much for her, Sister Girl pleaded with me to get out of the buggy. She SWORE she would stay right by me and just LOOK! - MISTAKE #2.
It wasn't long before those red heart pillows got boring and she was ready to move on to bigger, redder and shinier objects in Wal-mart! And so the stand-off began.
Just imagine the next three minutes with me squatted down muttering expletives under my breath while smiling an evil "step mother/witch like smile" at the sweet little girl with the big bow tip toeing backwards away from me. With every inch I took closer to her she would get her arms up and feet ready to start a mile dash through the store.
For some reason the following threats don't work in a store...
"If you don't get back over here now I'm going to get you!"
"Young lady I will count to three and you had better walk back to me!"
"You are going to regret it if you run away from me!"
Then you start to get a little crazy (the teenage redneck girls laughing behind your back don't make the situation any better...nor does your eight year old son, oblivious to you crawling on the wal-mart floor trying to sneak up to your 3 year old daughter and catch her pant legs before she flees, who persistently asks you which valentines girls would like better!)and words come out like this...
"When I get you girl you will wish you had stayed in that cart!"
"I'm gonna take you into that bathroom and make you wish you hadn't stepped foot past those glitter heart pillows!"
All in the name of discipline and love mind you...and all knowing that I wouldn't dare lay a hand on my sweet child - in public - I JUST WANT HER BACK IN THE CART!
Well needless to say I entertained quite a few spectators and mortified her 10 year old brother. I won the stare down, lured her back to the cart where I pulled my mother's trick of taking all my frustration out through my hands with her famous "squeeze the legs (or arms or chin) maneuver" and placed a very pouty Sister Girl on my hip where I could manhandle her all the way to the photos and out the door!
So...blessed or victim? I'll have to think about that one...
Side Note:
I KNOW I am blessed beyond words - and I KNOW I'm no victim of my children - but I also KNOW that Wal-mart, Sister Girl and me don't make for a feel good parenting experience!
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