…not blue. Blue food coloring in anything is just messy. Sure is a cute smile this little girl is rockin’ though. Don’t you think?
I’m primarily writing this post because about every other day I open up one of my email programs forgetting what it was I hated about it — only to switch again because I forgot what I hated about the next one.
But before I go into my email woes, I want you guys to see a happy bee (and a photo bombing hound dog):
So here goes…
We are a Mac based G-Suite email office. My greatest struggle is finding an email client I like that serves all my needs. I hope to refer to this so I remember which is the lesser of evils.
Outlook: Contacts do not merge with IOS contacts and no calendar subscriptions… just the Outlook calendar and I don’t need another one to manage.
Airmail: Either 2 sent messages or none are saved on the server and search criteria is poor even after indexing my bajillion messages.
Postbox: No way to set a “timed” reminder. No calendar integration.
Mac Mail: Some clients can’t reply to messages and fonts/sizes vary on what the recipient uses for mail retrieval.
Cloze: AMAZING… but no desktop client. I’m not a fan of webmail.
I could list many, many more — but they are even worse than the 5 above.
What’s a Mac girl to do? Please share any suggestions. 🙂
Growing up with an older brother, both of us knew how to pick our battles. While I was the baby and that gave me the upper hand with Mom for most of our sibling altercations, Mom also knew Scott most often times was in the right and I was being the younger, pain in the butt sister.
My favorite brother played this to his advantage, of course. I can still hear, “MOM! Shelley is touching me!” That phrase always resulted in adult intervention and typically meant I was told to stop whatever I was (or wasn’t) doing.
Then, Scott would laugh and point at me behind Mom’s back, gloating in the satisfaction that he had prevailed in the current battle.
We sort of looked like this…
Last week, all Colette could talk about were smelly erasers shaped like ice-cream. Her version of the story is that some kids got them, but she had not. “I kept waiting every day… but I never got one and I REALLY wanted one.”
Sadly, I’m guessing they were a reward for some activity or behavior that she didn’t exhibit. Of course, the last thing you want to do is make a child think they don’t have to perform well at school and they’ll still receive the same reward at home, but this item is exactly the type of thing Coco loves. So much so, her Dad had ordered these crazy erasers without knowing they would be some ‘prize’ at school. They finally came in the mail on Saturday.
At 6 years-old, I was playing with Barbie dolls… dressing them in clothes my grandmother would sew by hand. Most of my clothes were hand-sewn, as well, and Barbie got a matching outfit. Summer dresses usually had a matching sling for a broken arm — mine, not Barbie’s.
This grandmother depends on HER Mom to sew on a button. My 6 year-old granddaughter has Barbie dolls but they usually lie naked in a junk drawer. She finds dolls pretty boring after about 5 minutes if she’s not in the bath.
So what does she do for entertainment? This evening, for example, she took our photo. Then, she found an app on her iPad and Voila! We are now super humans — our photo turned into a “superman” (or super g’ma) cartoon.
One thing for sure — next time, I won’t make a crinkle-nose face.
Coco claimed an iPad of mine — which was just fine because I’m not a fan. My phone serves the exact same purpose and if I want more, I’ll use my laptop or desktop.
It’s to the point; however, that the iPad she claimed is so full of games, photos and videos that we have to remove stuff just to update. So… she has now claimed iPad #2.
Before we could even get the iCloud sharing turned off, there were 10 photos that were available on all my devices. One in particular made me happy… it’s the husband…
A 6 year-old’s takeaway from a presentation might be greater than you could even imagine. It only took about an hour for this girl to tell me everything that was said in probably 15 minutes by the Seymour Police Department that visited her school. But hey — she’s the expert with the badge, and she can talk as long as she wants.
My granddaughter spends every other weekend at her Mom’s. After a recent visit, she brought home this really cool, pink gingerbread cardboard chick. This item has provided countless hours of entertainment! Coco has drawn, colored and cut-out purses, hair bows and more — and used a couple rolls of tape to place these items on Ms. Pink Gingerbread.
It reminds me of the paper dolls I had as a kid. They were thicker and the clothes were magnetized, but the concept was the same.
I snickered to myself when my son, Ben, shared a story pertaining to my favorite granddaughter. Yesterday, she told her Mom that the roof at her house had caught on fire. Her Mom believed the story. Of course, there wasn’t a fire… if there had been a fire, her Mom would’ve certainly been informed. But when Ben confronted Coco, now 6 years-old, and asked why she told the lie she had the perfect response. The story she told wasn’t really a lie — it was just her imagination.
I guess that’s why my own Mom feels ok about her response when she’s asked about her age. It’s not really a LIE if it’s just your imagination. Happy **insert imaginary year here** birthday, Mom. You are awesome no matter how old you claim to be.
I appear here in flurries of activity (not snow flurries). Summer is in full swing and it’s hot and humid in Indiana… and that’s pretty normal. What isn’t normal is just about everything else this summer.
First, WORK! Summer (and the time between Thanksgiving and the 1st of the New Year) is typically slower in regard to my job. A good many people (employees) have graduations, weddings, and vacations planned during the summer months. My experience is that companies don’t schedule meetings as frequently then as they do during other times of the year; therefore, I’m not usually as busy either. This year is different! And, typically during election years we see a trend of fewer events booked — companies oftentimes opt for economists and political figures. This year is different! We are CRAZY busy!
Having said that… the time that’s typically slow is when I try to do things I want to do. Take a Disney Vacation for example…
We had a fabulous time even though I accidentally booked on another holiday. In Disney right after Christmas last year and throughout the New Year celebration, I swore I would never again book on a holiday. I forgot all about Memorial Day when making plans for this latest trip to the happiest place on earth, and again was there at a horribly busy time. We’re already talking about when we’re going back… but I’m going to do a little research first — primarily regarding the slowest and coolest times to visit.
I sure hope this finds every single one of you enjoying summer as much as I am!
According to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, American Time Use Survey, 2014:
97% of U.S. adults over age 25 don’t spend any time learning new skills during their day.
That’s a pretty interesting statistic, don’t you think? I would assume that’s because by aged 25, folks are out of school/college with jobs and family and a home to care for and just LIFE in general. 97% of us are simply too darned busy to spend time learning new skills. In my specific work role, I find that I spend more time doing required work projects that just keep my head above water. When I DO have downtime (which is darned rare), I don’t want to spend it even remotely thinking about learning new things. For me, the required work projects also involve learning new skills — but for most (97% obviously), that simply isn’t the case.
Google says the key is to learning (and creating product) as it pertains to the 25 and older group is to reach out when people have “tiny pockets of downtime — like when they are waiting for a meeting to start or standing in line for coffee. And what are people doing in those moments? Looking at their phones.”
I sure hope by the time my granddaughter is a player in the workforce in 20 years this is all figured out… but until then — goodbye Kindergarten for Colette…
My favorite granddaughter, Coco, is only 5 but she can sure roll through the house making it evident she’s been there. The piano stool out, fingerprints on the fridge, magic fairy wand on the couch, plastic toys in the tub, etc., etc. Let me be clear — I’m NOT complaining! There’s nothing that makes my heart as happy as hearing “NANA!” as she bursts through the door.
Her bedroom may be messy, but give it another 10 years. I’m looking forward to clothes on the floor, dirty dishes hidden under the bed, and a bajillion soda cans in various stages of completion. Wait… maybe she’ll be different than her Dad. (crosses fingers)
The Christmas tree is up at my house but this year is not merely a repeat of previous holidays. I had to buy a new tree this year… my Martha Stewart special lasted only 2 years. And Dharma is so destructive that I didn’t feel “safe” pulling out my collected ornaments. My (now 33 year-old) baby’s “first Christmas” ornament is pretty special to me and I simply didn’t want to chance finding it chewed and discarded after the holiday season. So my new LED tree has just plain ole’ ornaments this year…
With a selection of colors and display choices (flashing/firefly/etc), I thought I’d just share a black and white rendition and let you guys pick whatever color you want. When I pick, it’s purple every single time. Evidently, everyone else thinks the “P” on the tree remote stands for “PINK” (not purple) and switch it to something…. ANYTHING else the second my back is turned.
If trying to monitor a puppy during the holiday season (so everything remains somewhat intact) isn’t enough — I have this five-year old granddaughter. Kids LOVE remotes, you guys. Between remotes for the TV, the AppleTV, the fireplace, the cable box and more… it feels like I’m almost always looking for a remote to something. And when I find the remote I’m looking for? It doubles as a pretend cell phone and rings often.
I think candid photos are awesome. I prefer them 100x’s over a posed studio shot simply because of the “memory” factor. Most posed studio photos are beautiful, no doubt about it. Typically, the end result is a photograph that depicts the subject in the best possible light, the most suitable clothing, and groomed closest to perfection as possible. How often does that happen in real life?
When I look at wedding or engagement photos, I’m still most attracted to the candid (those that aren’t quite so obviously posed) images. Believe it or not, I’m not a “selfie” hater IF they are taken to create a snapshot of a memory — like an Indiana couple with an ocean backdrop, or group of friends obviously having a good time. I HATE those selfies that say to me, “here I am in a bathroom posing in front of a mirror with my iPhone,” or “here I am with pouty lips and a headband.” Give me FUN, candid photos.
Having said that… candid photos aren’t so easy when your subject wears glasses. The tips to get rid of glare are pretty darned hard to apply without posing or missing that memory altogether:
- Glasses lower than the light
- Glasses not on the same reflective plane
- Try backlight
- Forget about catchlight
The best option is to just move YOU and not your subject. And if you get some glare it’s not the end of the world. I would rather have glasses glare and remember Coco coloring family portraits and her excitement when they were complete than to have missed it because my lighting wasn’t ideal.
This little bunny is a future artist (or maybe a brain surgeon). A child’s colorful imagination is inspiring — and Colette sure has a vivid one. Her Dad made the paper bunny head item and it’s near impossible to get her to take it off…
She wore it as she carefully took every brown crayon in the box and put it against the fur of our new puppy, Dharma, to make sure she got the exact color match. And then she scribbled a masterpiece!
The people? They are purple and brown — no color picking going on in that regard. The final artwork had 3 people and one Dharma (with only 3 legs). When I asked who the people were, Coco spoke in a condescending tone and said, “They are all ME!” Her other drawings included her Dad, me, Perry and even Katie made an appearance. But not with the dog. The only one allowed in the same drawing with the 3-legged dog was her.
I happen to love the crisp air of October in Indiana. I’m that person with windows open just so I can have a fire in the fireplace. Cooler temps also mean it’s Oktoberfest time in Seymour and I didn’t want to miss it — more for the food than anything else. The mention of free food and Katie was in for the festivities that Colette and I had planned.
Most of the time, Colette is so much like her Dad was at the same age it’s uncanny. But when it comes to rides — they are polar opposites. Colette is a little daredevil — showing no fear and asking to get on rides that she’s simply too small for. I remember a time at Kings Island when I forced Ben on a ride… people were looking at me like I was the worst parent ever because he was loudly exclaiming his fear… with “it’s been nice knowing you, Mom” interjected in the begging in hopes I would cave in and skip the attraction. (I knew he would love it once the ride started… and he did.) Coco was bored on the flying school bus. On the dinosaur ride? She yelled at Katie to “spin it faster.” That’s my girl. 😉