Social networking is taking all of what we write and the pictures we show...unless we know the secret way to say no! That is just robbery in the worst form! And that they can get so much info about us and that we GIVE it to them is just wrong!
Is there any way to keep the technical age from becoming the age where there is NO privacy? I wish I knew the answer. I've pulled away from one social networking site and have tried to just eliminate my time there bit by bit. I forgot how addictive it is for me. I want to care about family members and what's happening with our busy lives has made it almost impossible to really keep in contact. That's why the social networking sites work and give us a sense of friends and family type of comfort while taking who we are.
As a writer, I find it more than repulsive that because I want to share something it is confiscated. What in the world has happened to our freedoms?
Showing posts with label what we do and who we are. Show all posts
Showing posts with label what we do and who we are. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Friday, March 27, 2009
Family
Midnight, and it's the beginning of another Saturday. Yawn. I had a 7 year old granddaughter until 10:00 p.m. this evening and had a great time going to Starbucks, having hot cocoa, playing checkers, and then returning home to read a huge stack of books. It's funny because we both love to read so we trade off, she reads and then I read! It's fun and we always have a great time together.
I have four grandkids with whom I share time weekly and I would not trade those minutes and hours for anything in the whole world! I know that these four special children of my own children will grow up and move on to friends and high school all too soon.
My boys weren't so lucky. Their grandparents were gone all the time. That's why it has become my mission, as well as a gift I give to my four - I am taking time to get to know them, and they get to know me...and I can teach them about what it means to be family. It's called sharing.
I have four grandkids with whom I share time weekly and I would not trade those minutes and hours for anything in the whole world! I know that these four special children of my own children will grow up and move on to friends and high school all too soon.
My boys weren't so lucky. Their grandparents were gone all the time. That's why it has become my mission, as well as a gift I give to my four - I am taking time to get to know them, and they get to know me...and I can teach them about what it means to be family. It's called sharing.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
One Bad Day
Another crazy day. Do you ever feel like there are times in your life where you cannot do anything right? Today was one of those nasty days and I felt like I was saying, "it is okay, you did not do it to hurt anyone because that's not who you are," or, "you really did the best you could." all day over one thing after another. Those kind of days make for a re-run in my head that is stuck on the troublesome events all night long.
I hate those kind of nights! Hauntings by those ghosts of my day are no fun, and it is hard to change the station when they're on screen re-running through your mind every few minutes. I'm working at turning them off one by one, but there is always one that plays hard to get.
Here's to a better day tomorrow.
I hate those kind of nights! Hauntings by those ghosts of my day are no fun, and it is hard to change the station when they're on screen re-running through your mind every few minutes. I'm working at turning them off one by one, but there is always one that plays hard to get.
Here's to a better day tomorrow.
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