Disclaimer: The following post is about an experience I had listening to a podcast. I am not advertising the blogs or podcasts on behalf of the bloggers, although I did link to them. They didn’t ask me to write this post; I came up with this idea all by myself. 😉 Also, be aware: this is a lengthy, wordy post. Exactly the sort of thing you would expect from me. 😉
The point of blogging is to share something with the people who live in the internet.
As some of you know, I went to school with a boy who became a famous, and internationally known musician, singer, guitar player.
Since discovering him on social media and following him along, I have reminisced about an art class we both took in grade 11. I wanted to know if he, too, remembers that particular class. In part 1 of this story I wrote about how we met.
Later, I decided to reach out to him to ask him about that class. I wasn’t really expecting a response. I figured he was busy and famous and that he probably employs PR people to run his social media account. But I sent him a DM in Instagram anyway. Part 2 of this story tells you what happened next.
About two or three years ago I got an email from a local mom who was organizing a fundraising ball hockey tournament. Her son and mine went to school together, right through grade 8 and are now in high school together.
I don’t know her, really, but I’ve met her once or twice. My son knows the boy but they are not really hanging out much. They are casual friends, kind of thing. Classmates.
The mom and I, we don’t really communicate over apps. Unless she or I need support for youth sports fundraising, we don’t typically connect.
Which is why it was a little weird when she sent me an email.
To read part 1 click here.
After I sent that DM in Instagram to a former classmate, I walked away from my phone.
The memory I had of an event in grade 11 art class had triggered something in me to want to reach out to this man, a boy I once knew for many years in school and who is now a famous musician, singer and guitarist.
I was really curious: did he remember that class as vividly as I did?
Good morning…it is 7:30 am in Toronto, Canada, and I am obsessed with some a dysfunction on my blog.
The last three posts I had posted did not automatically have the comments activated.
I wondered what the heck was up with that…why why why? I love reading comments during my morning coffee. Especially when I write stupid, ranty stuff.
Someone recently asked me, if I could choose to undo, or copy and paste, in real life, which would I choose?
It was a PA day today, no school, so I didn’t have to make breakfast or lunches for the kids. As expected, both slept in which meant I had an extra quiet morning for writing.
I wrote a blog post I think you will enjoy. But I thought it was a bit long and a bit wordy and figured later, after I do some things in the garden, I’ll come back and finish it. I intended on publishing it by Friday evening.
It is now late afternoon and I just spent 42 minutes waiting for my laptop to load. To wake up. To DO SOMETHING.
It appears Google is taking over the world. Or at least the classroom. 🙂
This new Fibe tv thingy we bundled with internet service is ridiculous. I mean, there are thousands of channels (free for two months, then we’ll go back to the basic package). So now if I want to watch any given channel I have to consult a freaking spreadsheet. Example: Food Network is channel 1603… I gotta type in four digits for crying out loud!