Now That's A Couch???

I absolutely love reading design blogs I love HG TV as well I love the( designers?) I agree with, and absolutely love to watch the ones I think don’t have a clue. Like the other day I watched the Latest winner of Design Star. She was doing a kitchen with a Deco flair that I failed to see BUT the best was when she put a cook top in an island, it didn’t appear to be a particularly deep island maybe 30 inches. She then built a banquet on the other side so the cook top would be behind a persons head…I’m not even sure that would pass code. Can you imagine a pot boiling over and getting the boiling mess down you neck?  I often wonder where the producers of these shows are? They must spend quite a bit of time out to lunch. I was reading a blog yesterday about Pastel rooms and the writer showed photos of rooms that didn’t look pastel to me, a dark blue sofa white chairs? I love the way the commenter’s always gush fantastic over the bloggers words. Of course when I comment they are rarely if ever posted. I am probably flagged by the bloggers I follow…DON”T post that loud mouth jerks words…I commented about the pastel rooms not looking so pastel to me, maybe the color correction on my laptop was off, and said that the term is drapery not curtains, I saw a sofa but didn’t see a couch…My words were not posted I’m still Looking but comments were posted after mine so I guess my words of wisdom will not reach her readers…

Something To Think About

Right now, on Change.org, there is a video of a gay teen being attacked by another teen while the whole classroom watches. This is one of the most horrific things I have seen in quite a while. It is right up there with the girl being raped while the others cheered on the rapist… What the HELL kind of families do these kids come from? Is there so much violence in there own households that these things seem normal, is the attacker so afraid of his own sexuality that he must lash out at anyone perceived to be gay? Where was the teacher? Why didn’t any one of those kids try to stop the beating? I’m sure there had to enough to have been enough kids in the class who just thought this was wrong to have stopped this. Is defending a gay kid so scary to the others that they are just willing to let the GAY one get the hell beat out of him just because he may be GAY? I had an older brother who would smack first and ask questions later, and he had lots of friends. Had anything like this of happened to me the attacker would not have just walked out of school with a three day suspension. But in today’s world that isn’t the answer either. Why are these kids still so afraid of each others differences? Haven’t we all seen the anti bulling videos made by countless celebrities and why aren’t these videos working ? When I was growing up my family had dinner together EVERY night no excuses, we used Knives and Forks and ate off plates that were pottery never paper. The table was set and we all had our place at the table. This is when and where my parents found out about our lives we spilled our guts at the dinner table, my parents acted like parents, asked questions gave opinions and said things like young man I don’t ever want to hear about you doing something like that… One might wonder what kind of parents does  the ATTACKER have? I don’t believe I’ve seen any comment from them. Something is very wrong here…..  

http://www.change.org/petitions/bully-beats-up-gay-student-on-video-tell-ohio-school-district-to-protect-lgbt-students-from-assault

                                                                                                                                                                                                          

         AFTER THOUGHT :

I can remember when my family moved to Hazel Street I was about 5, we hadn’t even moved in yet . I was standing looking out the screen door when a kid from around the corner walked by I yelled HEY FAT ASS and turned to slam the door I ran right into my dad’s legs OMG. He grabbed me and took me around the block to find that kid and apologize to him. The kid became one of my best friends growing up and has been a lifelong friend to my parents ,he still sees my dad to this day…Maybe the attacker should be forced to apologize and spend some time with the Gay kid, his fears may subside if he gets to know him…..

Halloween Was Very Different Then...

 I’m a bit late writing about this, but anyway I’ve been kinda late doing a lot of things lately. So anyway I was home alone on Halloween evening when the door knocker struck. I wondered how the hell a trick or treater could possibly reach the door knocker? Well it was of course a parent; I’m still amazed by this. When I was a kid there were no parents out trick or treating. Hell the streets in Kalamazoo were full of neighborhood kids and we all had a blast trying to out do each other in candy collected, as well as costumes and NO one had a store bought costume absolutely NO one …The less creative kids wore sheets as ghosts, or black face and ripped jeans, I’m not exactly sure what they were supposed to be bums probably. To day these are the homeless and NO one would dress up as a homeless person. I of course being the creative one that I am would spend weeks figuring out what I was going to be and changing my mind over and over…I remember one Halloween in particular. I was probably 7 or so I decided to be a pack of cigarettes. I got this big box and cut holes in it for my head and arms to fit through and painted it red and white with a big L&M on the front. I was L&M’s Live Modern was there slogan. I loved the look of those cigarette packages and a 7 year old could paint L&M on a red & white box pretty easily. I made a Hat out of the pieces I cut from the arm holes; I had a blond wig I got somewhere. I have no idea today why the wig, but I was sure the whole look was terrific. Never giving a thought to how uncomfortable a cardboard box was going to be walking down the street. My neck was rubbed raw by the end of the night and my arms ached from being held out straight as the box was wider than I was. I don’t remember what my pal Ernie was that year, but remember that terrific costume….