My boys like to play National Geographic’s Animal Jam on the computer. The game allows the kids to create animal characters and live in various parts of the world with other players. Recently and for the first time, Joe and Charlie played Animal Jam simultaneously on separate computers. It was funny watching them get excited about “seeing” each other and interacting online.
Yesterday, we took our boys to Six Flags over Georgia. Considering the fact that kids are out of school, the park was empty. We did not have to wait in any lines for any of the rides. In fact, we rode many of the rides more than once, without having to get off the ride. But this post isn’t about the rides or my boys.
People-watching is a hobby of mine. Before terrorism changed how we fly, I loved going to the airport and waiting at the gate for whomever we were picking up at the time. The people in the airport were always fun to watch. Perhaps more fun than watching people in the airport is watching people at Six Flags.
I haven’t written on a regular basis in so long that I had forgotten how one can be lifted by comments, likes, and the conversations that are created after posts are read. To you readers: Thanks for the reminder.
Writing is fun. And by writing, I mean writing about me is fun. Oh, and this is Lenore – again. Continue reading
Today I shared the following thought on Facebook: “Raising kids is easier than being (and staying) married.”
I had the above “ah-ha” moment after a long conversation with my husband. The conversation was emotional though not angry, and like many of our conversations – there was no real closure, just a rehash of our struggles. While walking out of the room, once the conversation ended, I realized that while raising our boys has not been easy, keeping our marriage on the books has proven to be the biggest challenge. Hence, I say again, raising kids is easier than being – and staying – married. Continue reading
I am not alone in the nightmare. All one had to do was look out his/her car window to see others experiencing the same misery. We were all stuck.
Due to a snow and ice storm and a mass exodus to reach home before the roads turned treacherous, the roads were filled and full fast: highways, interstates, side streets, back roads, etc.
My story is not the worst; but, it is my story, and I want to share it with you.