I believe that our generation will be the most well-documented generation of all time.
Everywhere you go, you see people with cell phones taking pictures.
People take pictures of everything, not to mention video. It’s amazing how everyone now aspires to being a movie star.
The Me Generation.
It’s not bad to be self-conscious. Like it or not, you will be in somebody’s photo whether you want to be or not. It’s just dumb how people indiscriminately take photos of everything.
There’s very little that is secret nowadays with cameras and video.
If you would like to see inside the Vatican or you would like to see inside somebody’s garage, you could probably find a way.
Signs that say no video photography or no camera photography are ignored.
From movie theaters, to the live theaters on Broadway, to the great concert halls around the world, people in charge have a hard time preventing audience members or others from taking photos or video.
Documentation for representation.
The paper trail is getting smaller. They have stopped automatically giving paper receipts at the liquor store or at the grocery store in my town. Everything is going electronic, at least that’s the way it seems nowadays. Even plastic, aka credit cards instead of currency is becoming more common. I saw someone pull out his checkbook this morning and I thought, Dark Ages! LOL!
So we went to a Tesla dealership to try out a Tesla on a freezing February afternoon. I wished they would have put us in a more fancier test car like the one on display.
Instead, we wound up in a black Canadian spec car.
The main difference was that it was set to be able to be stopped by cops, if it ever went AWOL
My husband took the wheel. Nothing like a standard or automatic. Completely new.
This was our test car. For about 30 minutes we traveled the vicinity on highways and crossed scary intersections completely engrossed in the digital features.
The Tesla is not to be trifled with. It has many features but the hefty price tag makes one reluctant to buy the aluminum wonder.
I was tormented by the amazing falsehoods one of the salesman espoused. He said the fabric of the interior was leather. Not vegan leather, but leather. He said the wheels were available in different sizes. But both were untrue.
The leather is a manmade textile, and the wheels are all the same size, only the wheel rims are available in plain or sexy sizes.
Not to misunderstand me, but the manager who took us out was a master salesman. He gave us some deadlines regarding tax rebates, tax deductions and low interest rates available.
The auto-pilot feature on the car was cool. We checked out all the extra features like the hepa-air purifier in case of a biohazard such as a nuclear war or shitty-smelling truck. We checked out the height element so as to raise or lower the chassis by a few inches. It was an extra hot seat that grated on me. I was very cold sitting in the back seat, but taking it up to level 3 was too much. I felt cramped in the back seat. The salesman could have helped by pulling up his seat a bit.
In summary, sold is my final review!
This article was the expressed opinion of the writer and does not reflect the opinion of anybody else.
Many are guilty of it, including billionaire business magnates.
First let me speak from personal experience. I had a gal assist me with the housework a couple nights a week. I told her I was off sugar. I needed to lose weight. I asked her to videotape my impassioned declaration to the Universe that I was going to drop 50 lbs.
She gobbled up my enthusiasm and imitated my passion for losing weight. She stopped eating sugar too. She took it a step further by exercising nightly, and turned to her mum for support. Needless to say, she went from frumpy to fabulous, and so did her mom!😭 As for me, I just maintained my weight, and she and her mum got skinny.
Something strange happens in human contact that propels some people to steal other people’s dreams, ideas, and desires, or else just get motivated by them.
Keep the big dreams under your hat and be careful.
As my acting coach always told me, don’t give your power away!
These days there is a trend toward a grab at healthier snacks. Perhaps at the back of our minds we think we will be skinnier if we eat healthier. This outcome may or may not happen, but we remain hopeful.
In olden days, people would eschew snacks for three square meals a day. You wouldn’t want to ruin your appetite, right?
Our appetite is stronger than ever. There are so many tempting snacks.
Even though we strive to eat healthier, the typical snacks are still as popular as ever. French fries, potato chips, chocolate bars, ice cream, donuts, tortilla chips and salsa, soft drinks and cupcakes.
More than 50% of Americans enjoy a cup of coffee everyday instead of tea. We are a nation of coffee drinkers and we like it that way.
Of course, we shouldn’t mention obesity. But the obvious truth is most of us adults are overweight or obese. It’s not like in the movies where most of the women and men are skinny and sexy.
No doubt about it, one of the glories of life, is the often ignored, albeit often indulged in, ubiquitous snacks.
If you plan to visit with a radio DJ or want to see a friend to practice guitar, bagels and cream cheese are always popular. Bring snacks and you’ll be well-loved.
What are some of your favorite snacks?
Here are ten of mine.
2. Tortilla chips and dip.
3. Chocolate, preferably Belgian with hazelnuts.
5. Fresh fruit salad.
6. Tea and muffins.
7. Coffee and donuts.
8. Pistachio ice cream.
9. Cheesecake with Italian cherry sauce.
10. Black licorice such as that found in a big box of Good and Plenty.
Next time you look in the mirror at your body in your swimsuit, and you bemoan your excess adipose tissue, remember a lot of it was bought and paid for in snacks!
You may love to shop. You may feel good after you buy an item or two that you love! Just like a drug or a drink, there is a high after you buy.
Especially if you live in the Western world, you can’t escape fashion. It’s everywhere!
You look good, you feel good, right?
The words fast fashion have a negative connotation. It means you consume cheap trendy goods to dispose of them quickly because they don’t last.
Why waste your money?
You may buy a top for $3 made in India or Vietnam or any other place, but the lack of durability and value is the basis of fast fashion. The low-cost is really a high price when you consider the lack of biodegradability of the fabric.
What was the provenance of the top you bought?
The origin of your new top may belie a horrible history in it’s creation, especially if it’s made by underpaid, uninsured workers.
Once you’ve used your purchase to your delight and have consumed it’s considered worth, what will happen to your used-up cast-off?
The top may perhaps be made of a fabric that lacks the ability to disintegrate into the earth, and will only wind up burned or buried under the ground. Fast fashion pollutes.
It’s excellent to look good. It’s excellent to shop thrift stores as well. It’s best if you look for good quality first, low price second.
Recycle your clothes, instead of throwing them into the landfill. Donate them to others. Let them be recycled or upcycled!
When you buy, consider avoiding acrylic and highly-flammable petrochemical-based fabrics, such as 100% polyester and go for biodegradable textiles such as wool, silk and cotton.
However, don’t always consider cotton to be the best, if it pollutes and drains earth’s natural resources, in order to ensure production.
Just like you find out where your food comes from, find out where your garb comes from.
Make sure that it’s not being made by exploited workers paid slave wages.
In order to keep everyone up to standard there has to be more transparency in the fashion industry.
If your favorite brand won’t tell you where your clothes originate from or what is in them, skip the brand and shop local.
There are companies in the world that will tell you where they harvest their textiles and how they make their products.
Find out how earth-friendly they are, and not only will you be better off, the whole world will benefit now and in the future.
Plus, you’ll be able to wear your fashion with confidence. Then like a good citizen of this planet you will really be in fashion!
My mother was born on February 27th 1936. On February 27th, last month, she would have been 81 years old.
I have a lot of precious memories of my mother, sadly she got disabled in her sixties. She had the right-of-way walking through a green light when she was run down in the crosswalk by a truck driven by a drunk driver.
She was lucky to survive after she sustained a massive brain injury and lost her sight & hearing. This was a decade before she died. Her poor husband who is older than her had to take care of her and nurse her until he himself passed away. Then she was in the care of others and had to be put in Assisted Living.
After her husband passed away, and my mother was unable to walk the dogs or care for them, we adopted their two dogs.
My mother and her husband had adopted them as puppies and raised them for five years until my husband and I brought them to live in Minnesota.
The two dogs are named Cole and Pixie.
After my husband Jim and I picked up the dogs from my mother’s house, we were shuttled to the airport by my mother’s friends.
The two dogs were checked in at the airport and we all had to take the Big Metal Bird from Seattle to Minnesota, first crossing over the Pacific from Victoria Island in a noisy boat, the Seattle Clipper.
The two frightened dogs had to hunker down in crates near a loud engine.
I went from being footloose and fancy-free to becoming a dog mom. And that’s what I’ve been doing for the past seven and a half years.
The dogs have taken over my life. No matter what we do we have to always take the dogs into consideration. Especially since the Pomeranian as a diabetic.
But they are a memory of my mum. They are her legacy to me because she loved them so much. When she could no longer walk them because she was too disabled and her husband had passed away, then I agreed to rescue the two dogs and not separate them from each other.
They are very happy and contented living in our house. They are a lot happier given free rein of the place.
Back in British Columbia they barked so much the police were always being called because they were bored and depressed penned in a little entry area of the house.
My mother couldn’t take care of them the way they needed to be taken care of. The dogs were much younger then and were high-spirited. They needed a lot of exercise and attention. Actually, they still do.
Some of my happiest memories as a child was seeing my mother walk through the front door after she had been at work or grocery shopping. It makes my heart rejoice when the dogs get all excited when I walk in the front door. It’s fun to see them jumping up and down and glad to see me!
Everytime I look at my dogs I am reminded of my mother and how she loved animals. Although I grew up in the heart of urban Toronto, we always had animals as pets.
There were the white mice, Flinky and Twinkie, cute cuddly cats named Sammy and Susie and others, a tan chihuahua named Fritzie, a brindle Bull Terrier, a brown and white guinea pig named Joey, Myrtle the Turtle, a budgie bird, and many others over the years.
Having pets is a good thing. I think it taught me empathy more than anything. I’m very grateful to my mother for being an animal lover and for her two dogs who light up my life everyday.