Coco got new bedding too. Unlike mine, hers is dog puke free.
I love Carnival cruises and I’ve been on many… LOTS, you guys. I’m subscribed to receive ‘deals’ from them via email. When specials were displayed that interested me, I would click on the link to learn more. And then, the next day… Carnival would call me.
The “link click/then call” process happened a couple more times before I told the representative that I didn’t appreciate being pestered by phone calls all the gosh darned time.
She let me know that every single time a link within email is clicked, their system moves that visitor to a call-list.
I stopped clicking the links — and Carnival might’ve lost a sale. No… probably. They probably missed a booking from me had I not been pushed to buy.
Guess I’ll stay home and be lazy!
Colette climbed in Gracie’s bed talking non-stop (like always). She was telling an elaborate tale embellished with tiny baby puppy cuteness about how she remembered when Gracie was first born.
Not exactly the story I remember… Gracie was a rescue. The vet guessed her to be around 2 years-old when we brought her home — and that was before Coco was born.
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.
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.
Although it’s not FELT like Christmas this year (we didn’t get to have our family gathering until the 26th, those pesky neighbors are in Florida, AND it’s been a rainy 60-65 degree weekend), it’s still in the books. Even though it didn’t feel like Christmas, it DID feel like FAMILY and that’s ok with me too. Sure did seem like most of the love centered around a little 5-year old girl with messy hair this year.
Oh… and one girl with 4 legs and lots of hair…
I’m packing today for a Florida trip — off to see Mikey Mouse, Polly Purebred, and Leo the Lion.
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)
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.
Evidently, the only books and articles that get attention have numbers in their title. (That’s why most everything we read begins with something like — “20 Tricks…”14 Things…” “15 reasons…” OH! And 7 Tenets of Taxi Terry — which you can pre-order now and thank me later.)
I’m not sure if it’s because I’m lazy or always pressed for time, but I’ve been known to give those with the smaller numbers (especially when it comes to articles) more attention. If there’s 3 things I can do to be more successful I’ll pick that over 50 things every single time. So today, I want to share an article I found today, “The ONE Thing You Need To Win Any Battle in Life.” After reading it, I think the title is wrong. Clearly it should’ve been “The TWO Things…”
Not to spoil it for you guys, I’ll only say that Colette’s aunt — when attempting to capture photos/videos of her — has the concept nailed:
I explained yesterday that I’ve been MIA — and that’s why I ‘m just now getting around to posting photos from Coco’s 4th birthday party. Two words to remember when it comes to a birthday party for a 4 year-old (besides cake, ice-cream, balloons and candles)…. BUBBLES and ZIGGLE.
Bubbles are always fun. Even great Mam-maw got into them:
Coco is struggling insofar as learning to ride her “baby bike” (bike with training wheels that allow the rider to coast and brake by peddling backwards). So I purchased the BEST item EVER… a ZIGGLE. It’s easy to learn to power and she LOVES it! (Photo courtesy of Perry’s Blackberry)
I did mention cake, ice-cream, balloons and candles, and we had those!
As is almost always the case when throwing a good party, there will be a “crasher” that just shows up for cake…
Happy 4th birthday to my favorite granddaughter, Colette — hope you have a bajillion more!
I had a conversation with a new grandpa over the weekend and thinking about his story still makes me smile. The story was one of keeping their granddaughter overnight for the first time. Clearly distressed reliving the event, he told of rocking the little one in the wee hours of the morning while the Granny slept, unable to handle more stress brought about by the crying baby. He proclaimed that they would not have another overnight visit until their granddaughter is at least 5. Heh. Good luck with that.
I’m willing to bet that when their grand baby is old enough to know who they are, and when she WANTS to spend the night at their house, things will be a whole lot different.
I just hope they don’t forget to “tuckie-in” the non-human overnight guests too.