A funny thing about anonymous comments left on your blog. You have no idea who they are or where they come from. Could it be a kind neighbor next door? Or someone who knows nothing about me and feels the need to correct me.
The other day I got a comment that basically in a kind way corrected me. I think when I started this blog I told everyone that I was not a writer and struggled with it . Thank heavens for spell check or I would not be able to communicate at all!
Dennis and I happened to walk down the halls of the Jr. High that we attended last weekend when we came up to my old English class it was my least favorite class. I recall the teacher called me the class clown and she did not appreciate it when I interrupted the rest of the class. Old memories are so fun to re-live, wonder if it was my old English teacher coming back to haunt me for the trouble I had caused?
Most the time the anonymous comments come in a form of male enhancement drugs or a ladies escort businesses or in a language I do not care to translate. One of my most recent ones talked about purgatory and the end of civilization, now that one was scary!
So thank you who ever you are I stand corrected! I will never use the 's again. One thing I have learned about raising kids that have learning disabilities of one kind or another is that they are what they are and no matter what there are some things that can not be changed. I have one son that can not spell but he can do things that someone who knows how to spell and punctuate can not do, he can over see up two to three different multimillion dollar construction sites at a time. So now I have vented I am done.
This is Ruth she was an older sister to my Dad. I have a little wallet size picture of her that I put into Photo-shop and added some textures to it. She is standing in front of an old Mormon church in Bountiful. It still stands today. She died shortly after this was taken.
