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Monday, August 24, 2009

To Tweet or not to Tweet

I'm giving it a try but not entirely convinced it's a necessity yet. Or, if it is..........for what?

Sometimes I wonder what's wrong with me. I have this "thing" about new gadgets. Whether it be the light bulb guaranteed to glow for 12 years or a row of apps on the side panel of my computer. If it's a new gadget, I have to try it. And if it's a "Bombshell" break-through in technology, I'm certain it will be something I can't live without.

It's a running joke in our family. If you don't know what to get Mom for Christmas, watch a couple infomercials. Choose the one that promises the most outlandish results. That's her gift!

I haven't given up on twitter yet, though. I'll give it a fair hearing. I'm not real keen on having one-liners flying at me with such speed that I can hardly read them all, much less know what they are shouting about. At first I thought it might only be because of the subject I entered in search. I tried other words, other things, other searches. I still found no conversation that tugged me to join in. it just me, or doesn't it seem like there's a whole lot of "advertising" going on in all those flying words?

I have to admit, since everyone else was doing it, I did send out a couple tweets with useless words advertising my online stores like; Ralph Lauren fabric shams I just made, and Wamsutta Panels I just listed, and the crushed voile sheers I have in such a wonderful variety of colors...and I might have mentioned the Spongebob drapes for the little boys and the Princess shower curtains for the girly-girls.

Wait....did I just answer my own question. I think I've found an acute 'need' for twitter. Maybe I will keep it awhile.


Friday, August 21, 2009

The Wii

Even when you're 60'ish, a fun thing to do is anything with the Wii!

Our family is no stranger to gaming; 4 Grown children who "aced" Mario and Pac-Man in their youth, 8 grandchildren with long resumes in Roller Coaster Tycoon and Halo. I've danced away a pound or two with X-Box Dance Revolution and hubby has hunted big game in Africa and fished from the banks of the Amazon.

But the Wii...Oh my! I love the Wii! Of course we bowl, like all those elders from any respectable nursing home, but it's more than bowling. Not to sound like a paid ad, but the Wii is the best gaming system for all ages.

And if you have adult children, you know how they feel about parents. They have no desire to play with their parents in public or private. Don't bother them unless it's Christmas, Thanksgiving, or a family member's visit from out of state. They're there for Medical Emergencies, but play-time is spent with their friends.

We accidentally started a Wii "family party night" when the kids
(I know, I know they are young adults... but to me...they're kids) were invited to see our new toy and judge if it's age-appropriate for us. When hubby whipped them all at 100-pin bowling, they were back the next week without invitation. No way would they allow that win to stand!

Now, they don't call to verify date and time. They're here before the remotes are handed out. One good thing about playing with adult kiddos is you never hear, "but Mom, his nun-chuck cover is blue and I want the blue one!"
Thank God!


Monday, August 17, 2009

The 60's

A sad thing about entering the 60's is the passing of close friends and family and realizing, once again, how fortunate I am to still be around. Hubby and I lost a dear sweet brother-in-law this week. A good man, with wife, children and grandchildren who loved him dearly. It's heartbreaking.

When I was younger and saw the elderly pass away it was comfortable to say, "they had a good life, it was their time to go, etc." But now that I'm in my 60's, when it's one of my peers that pass away, it's another feeling indeed. Mostly...Will I be next?

Very disconcerting and difficult to write about. Just another of the issues that accost me more often as I get farther into the 60's.


Saturday, August 15, 2009

As I was saying...

As I was saying, hubby is absolutely helpful! He wrestles with laundry, manhandles the vacuum and assaults the dishwasher every morning. He's no slouch about it either. He's one of those who scrubs every dish sparkling clean before it's stacked into the dishwasher.

What I find most disconcerting is that we're almost down to plastic glasses entirely. My collection of pretty floral china and even the Walmart mugs are chipped, knicked or cracked. If it's glass, it's in the trash or headed that way due to a severe risk of tongue cuts. You would think a meticulous cleaner would care about keeping fragile things in one piece. Not so. You know, the old bull. He might be great when it comes to cleaning but you can't let him run around in a china shop... or something like that.

If I complain, he tells me I should be grateful, and I am... sort'a. Since he retired, I've had more free-time than I know what to do with. Which should be easy, he says, because all
I have to do... is run a business. Truthfully, when we first spoke of his retirement long before I learned that he was a plate scraper, I was pretty sure that I would have shot him by now.

I admit we had a few rough weeks in the beginning, but overall it hasn't been nearly as bad as I had expected. Yeah, I've heard those horror stories, too. Hubby retires, Wife jumps from 10 story penthouse. But keep your chin up!

If your hubby's retirement turns out like mine, you'll have lots of domestic help and nary a dirty dish. A few cracks and chips, but they'll always be clean!

~ Sandy

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Re-opening Store

Vacations are easy for an Online Seller. I post a note on the template where my store resides; "no email, no shipping, no selling for 6 days"

Sounds easy. But there are no lights to dim, doors to lock, or shades to pull on an internet store. Buyers continue to scroll up and down the columns and rows of my wares whether my store is on vacation or not. They buy and pay and email while I'm oblivious, playing with Jacob.

So now...the next few days will be a race to catch-up! I have 135 emails to answer, 23 shams to sew, 12 hand towels to decorate and much more to do before the mailman arrives at 10 am tomorrow morning.

Yes, I do have a helpful hubby of more than 44 years and he is totally functional (in some areas) but that's another post. Right now I have to tackle a mounting file of emails and oil up the ole' Singer for my busy day ahead....


Daughter leaves

I am always so sad when my daughter and family leave. I have 4 children and she is the only one who lives out of state, the other 3 live near us. I have friends who have no children living near them, but that is small compensation. I’m not always grateful for small favors. If I had my way, I’d have all my children living within a 5 mile radius.

I do have a sister-in-law, though, who has a grown daughter living right next door. To hear her side of the story, it is no picnic.

That this daughter lives so far away is especially troubling for me though. She is the oldest, the first-born. You know, she was the "little momma at 7 years old" who ordered her brothers around and kept them in-line. Now she has her own son. I like to think all those years bossing her brothers was practice for Jacob. He is certainly the sweetest grandchild a Nana could ask for and I think his Mom played a part in that. Of course, his dad is a sweetie too.

Memories flood my mind as tears flood my eyes on this morning as I wave goodbye to my sweet children and this year's vacation.


Saturday, August 8, 2009

My Vacation!

My first-born daughter and family live 3,000 miles away and if that isn't bad enough, they only come to visit once a year! She also happens to be Mom to my 9 year old grandson, Jacob, so that means I only see him once a year too. I

I've tried to persuade her to trade-off. You know, part-year, shared custody. Just for one year. He could spend the school year with us and go visit her in the summer. Just one year.... I should have taught her more about the value of sharing , I think, because she just won't do it! Stubborn, just like her dad. Every guilt trip I tried... failed.

So the joy for this week has been to get my bu** whipped in 100-pin bowling on the WII by a 9 year old.