This past week, Story has discovered The Sims, specifically The Sims Pets. As you may know, my daughter loves video games and has even tried her hand at making her own (it’s a work in progress), but when she asked for the Sims, I wondered why. She doesn’t care for video games, TV shows, or movies with people. She’s all about the animals. But when she told me she could create and train pets, I got it. And I approved it. What I didn’t expect was how addicted she became to the people and their lives . . . and how much she would learn from them. (more…)
Posts by Lesley Bolton:
Christmas is the time for giving, and what could be a better gift than a PUPPY?! Or a kitten. Or any other pet of your choice. We’ve all seen pictures of the golden puppy with a red bow, well behaved in its box, just waiting to be opened and shower its love. I’m just as much a sucker for puppies as the next animal lover, and I admit to turning to pictures of puppies several times over the course of this tough year to get a quick dose of happiness. But before you wrap up a living, breathing being, please consider the realities and consequences of such a gift. (more…)
Today is Sunday, and Sunday is getting-ready-for-the-upcoming-week day. For me, this means that all the laundry is done, meals are planned, the house is clean, and so is the kid. Since I work from home, most often some of that work spills over into the weekend, not to mention the projects I’m helping others with or doing on my own time. And add all the errands to run and activities to do, and my Sundays can come up on me like a wrecking ball.
A couple of weeks ago, my mom invited me and my sisters to a Christmas Stroll in a town two hours from me, a half-hour from them. I immediately said yes. I’ve always wanted to stop and explore the historic downtown area of the town I have so often driven straight through on the way to my parents’ house. Plus, with Christmas right around the corner, I knew there would be some prime shopping opportunities available to me. I put the date in my planner and forgot about it. Then as the weekend approached, my mom called and left a message telling me the stroll was off.