The first of the class pictures 2019-2020

It's that time of year when class pictures begin to roll in.  The first two of four in our family have arrived.  In looking at them it's amazing to see how quickly the time goes by.  Brooke on the left is a sophomore in high school and Courtney is in 8th grade.  It seems like just yesterday they were little girls sitting at our island counter in our kitchen playing 'scientist'. 

This should serve as a reminder to parents and grand parents to enjoy your  kids because before you know it they'll be up and out!

 

Life is one, big cliché!

I remember reading somewhere  someone wrote life is just one, big cliché, i.e a very overused expression. 

Here are a few examples:

• All that glitters isn't gold.
• Don't get your knickers in a twist.
• All for one, and one for all.
• Kiss and make up.
• He has his tail between his legs.
• And they all lived happily ever after.
• Cat got your tongue?

The one I hear more and more these days is "it is what it is"!  Talk about illogical!  Of course it is what it is.  How could it not be?  Obviously it's meant to mean what ever it is that has happened it's done.  Move on.

The most recent place I hear this is at the end of every episode of People's Court, a show I sometimes watch in late afternoon if I have nothing else to do.  On People's Court the parties are interviewed by the host after the case.   Every single time the losers can be heard lamenting it is what it is. 

I suppose it's only natural that we use clichés so much.  They get the point across and it saves us from having to think of something original to say.  And there are certainly worse things to worry about. I guess we'll just have to get used to them.  They'll never go away. It is what it is.

Blogging

I just read a blog written by a friend of mine (http://gaellynch.blogspot.com/?spref=fb) that shows perfectly the difference between average writing and beautiful, creative writing.  Mine, in case you didn't know, is the average writing.  I make sure I'm grammatically correct and that everything is spelled correctly.  I also explain myself fairly clearly and thoroughly.  I guess you could say I write more like a journalist than a novelist.  In fact I used to write a weekly column for an on-line news website called Patch. 

I enjoy blogging because it gives me a chance to share ideas or put a smile on someone's face or just plain vent so my blogs cover a wide range of topics. 

Someone somewhere is reading them because my hit counter is approaching the fifty thousand mark and that certainly isn't just me checking my hit counter.  Sometimes I even get comments but the person commenting seldom identifies him/herself.  Most of the comments follow blogs of a sensitive nature like politics or gun control.  I have never received a nasty or threatening response.

The blog I linked above deals with the amount of time people spend staring at the screens of their cellphones.  It is not at all critical or snarky.  Read it and you'll see what I mean.  Then remember where you read it and return to that blog from time to time.  You won't regret it.

Happy birthday, Cole

Today is grandson Cole's 12th birthday.  The time is flying by.  We are already talking about how  grand daughter Brooke who will be 16 in January will be driving soon.  Nicholas is looking down the barrel of 11 and Courtney just turned 13.  We celebrated Sandi's 72nd birthday exactly one week ago.  And me?  I lost count. 

Happy birthday everyone.

The evidence speaks for itself

So now the Trump administration has officially refused to cooperate with efforts to impeach him.  From where I sit, it doesn't matter.  Trump's own statements convict him.  The House doesn't need anything else.  I say Move One.  He's toast.