Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Light a penny candle
My MIL sent this link today (OK, it really isn't "today" anymore as this has been sitting in my draft folder for about a month or so....): Candles. It was rather interesting to read other's posts on there and wonder what's going on in other people's lives.
Friday, July 08, 2005
Manners
This topic was posted in a yahoo group that I receive a digest from: Trolling
OK, I'll admit that I belong to a couple of groups with regards to the fact that I sell Mary Kay as a side job, and I like to learn about sales techniques and different types of classes. (Quick plug--fabulous skin care products with a 100% money back guarantee!!! My mother-in-law has used MK for years and she has amazing skin... click here.) The story begins with a woman, I believe, who no longer sells MK, but has decided to post some Canadian statistics on several boards, and knock a few people down a peg in the process. The flame war that ensued on one of the boards utterly amazed me. The anonymity that the internet provides certainly allowed for this escalate to the point where people were calling each other names and insulting their ability to even know how to breath. It was an internet "catfight." It was easy to imagine a high school girl fight with slapping and hair pulling and a few "b" words thrown in for good measure.
It's hard to believe that these are "grown" women. It reminds me of the conversations I had and posts I've read with regard to TV and changing the channel. What happened to these women's "delete" button? I know it happens in other boards, and I'm guilty of playing the devil's advocate from time to time; however, I usually do it tongue in cheek (e.g. on Bingo Ditch or Dingo Ate My Baby blog where I compared getting your nails done to swimming in Galveston Bay...which really is kinda true, inasmuch as you can get that flesh eating bacteria from swimming there...but I really was agreeing with my husband that there are certainly far more urgent issues.).
And what ever happened to plain and simple good manners?
OK, I'll admit that I belong to a couple of groups with regards to the fact that I sell Mary Kay as a side job, and I like to learn about sales techniques and different types of classes. (Quick plug--fabulous skin care products with a 100% money back guarantee!!! My mother-in-law has used MK for years and she has amazing skin... click here.) The story begins with a woman, I believe, who no longer sells MK, but has decided to post some Canadian statistics on several boards, and knock a few people down a peg in the process. The flame war that ensued on one of the boards utterly amazed me. The anonymity that the internet provides certainly allowed for this escalate to the point where people were calling each other names and insulting their ability to even know how to breath. It was an internet "catfight." It was easy to imagine a high school girl fight with slapping and hair pulling and a few "b" words thrown in for good measure.
It's hard to believe that these are "grown" women. It reminds me of the conversations I had and posts I've read with regard to TV and changing the channel. What happened to these women's "delete" button? I know it happens in other boards, and I'm guilty of playing the devil's advocate from time to time; however, I usually do it tongue in cheek (e.g. on Bingo Ditch or Dingo Ate My Baby blog where I compared getting your nails done to swimming in Galveston Bay...which really is kinda true, inasmuch as you can get that flesh eating bacteria from swimming there...but I really was agreeing with my husband that there are certainly far more urgent issues.).
And what ever happened to plain and simple good manners?
Friday, July 01, 2005
Dinner
We were out and about, looking for somewhere to have dinner one evening.
Ben shouted, "Let's go there!"
"There? Why?"
"Because they have balloons, and they're open!"
Sometimes the best lessons come from our kids. Balloons—who can argue with a priority like that?
Ben shouted, "Let's go there!"
"There? Why?"
"Because they have balloons, and they're open!"
Sometimes the best lessons come from our kids. Balloons—who can argue with a priority like that?
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