2 didn't have desert placed in front of them
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Monday, June 20, 2016
I was in public the other day and a chick about my age was taking selfies. While I was watching probably 100 were taken.
I'm all good for a good selfie. But too shy for a 100 at a time.
Saturday, June 18, 2016
Sunday, June 12, 2016
Yesterday the realization of how terrible of a blogger I have been came when I was looking for a pic circa 2013. So what's better journal documentation of my life then the current product obsession ;)
Was looking for new tennis shoes. Flipping love these merino wool beauties. No socks needed. Meld to feet and you can wash ;)
Monday, April 18, 2016
I am often annoyed that there is such a focus on this device we carry in our hand (camera, mobility, there's an app for that) and less of a focus on solving real problems (cancer, world hunger, power).
Regardless I love technology when it's used for helping pick out my outfit.
Monday, April 4, 2016
Saturday, April 2, 2016
When I was CEMs age, my sister got suckered into the Columbia House tape club (I do realize how much this will age me - not one of my children will know what this is and how frustrating it was for a teenager to get out of a contract because you taped a penny to a paper card and mailing it off for 12 free records — insert fine line that you signed up for membership and the promise of future purchasing)
The biggest benefit of the club is they would sometimes send her "popular" albums (children - this was great exposure to cool, new music. Specifically for young fans who had never known a world called the Internet or Amazon) that was delivered right to your door. The door so far away that even pizza delivery wasn't possible.
Of all these deliveries - Lover Boy "working for the weekend" was one of my favorites. This song was often played above the correct decibel while I did my chores. One problem. My mother hates the album cover. Hated it so bad that it had to be discarded and a homemade insert for the cassette tape was created.
Over the course of being a mother I have come to realize the disdain my own mom had for songs like "Jack and Diane" and anything by the Violent Femmes.
Yesterday when decibels were too loud in car my and I was enjoying a new song CEM has at her fingertips. I saw the album cover.