It took me a while to find this unscripted jewel of a show.
Flea Market Flip is shown on the GAC (Great American Country) channel on cable, and basically, I watch it for three reasons.Lara Spenser is the host, and in addition to being an excellent television anchor, she also is a Penn State University graduate.Secondly, four people are put in two teams of two , given $600 to buy things at a flea market, and then get a day to redesign them or repurpose them, and finally, these items have to go back to a different flea market and they have to try to sell them. The team that makes the most money wins $5,000.
Now, ideally, I am in a new home, with new furniture.There is no reason for me, right now, to run on out and try this. I have to admit that it is interesting to see people’s ideas of designs and also the idea of what money people are wiling to spend.I have to admit it is my current favorite show, and if you are doing any rehabbing of items,you might like this show.
I am tired of folks walking into me with cell phones.
It started today, rather this morning, when I was on the bus.People getting off the bus looking at their phone when they get up from their seat, walk toward the front and bang into me because they have no clue of what is by them.Really? Candy crush and you tube are that important?
I got onto the train and got off in center city. Instead of folks walking through the air-conditioned mall to go to work, they are reading Facebook as they are walking, or something of that nature.Really? Your office is how far away that you can’t wait?
The lobby of my building has college age students in they’re coming in to test in the morning.Plugged into phones, staring at them…now the infamous purple Kool-Aid has dialing abilities?
What I’d love to see are the statistics for broken bones and injuries for this new addiction.
Life is short, folks. Take a minute to look up from your phone and take in life.
Every day that I get up, get washed and dressed, make the trek down to the bus, I think,” X amount of days left.”
What they should really do is like they do in prison-that is, give you time off for the sentence served. In my case, it would be the amount of time I spend in a bus on the Schuylkill expressway.It has gotten a bit better lately, as school is close to being let out for the summer.The bus in the morning currently is a little more civilized, and much quieter.
The parking on the expressway gets to me. I have never realized that the driving skills of my fellow city residents have gone so far down the skids.It’s the equal of the first snow of the winter and people getting panicked by the first flurry.It just makes me nuts.
It makes the sanity clause something I really am hoping to embrace once retired.
Took advantage of our company and kept busy throwing a small birthday party for Jim and our brother-in-law on Sunday with our family at Undisclosed Deux.
Today, however, is the actual day.
My husband turns 60 today.
You are dating in your twenties and thirty seems old, and so on. You get married in your forties and, wait a second, you’re married long enough that your spouse is starting another decade.Well, it’s a good thing, as a birthday always is,and happily for me, we have been together for so long that I appreciate the fact that he has gotten there before me.Without his wisdom, I would have fallen by the wayside many times.Together we are a pretty well oiled machine and Jim is definitely the brains and brawn behind this machine of this marriage.We’ve had tons of ups and downs as I am sure, all married couples have, but we are in it for the long haul.
Happiest of birthdays, Jim.
Sto Lat!Kocham cię.
I know, and believe me, I am thankful for every day I have two feet on the ground.
I am constantly amazed, though, about the amount of smoke people try to blow into your orifices,
thinking that you are so stupid in your middle years, and won’t realize what they are doing.
HAHAHA…I guess the joke is on them, so that is why I just sit back and knock a day at a time off the calendar.
It’s the only way to go. Being able to see light at the end of the tunnel allows for a nice heart rate and good blood
pressure, because if I gave any credibility to some of these goobers, well…
‘Nuff said .
PS I put the De Niro picture in because he’s the man….just sit back and take it all in: smile while you are doing it!