I hopped on Netflix recently after something a hiatus. I was in the mood for a movie, but had nothing in mind, so I was delighted to see that Netflix had come up with a Top Ten Suggestions for me. This is what they thought I would like to watch:
Friends with Kids
(Synopses courtesy of IMDb): “Two best friends decide to have a child together while keeping their relationship platonic, so they can avoid the toll kids can take on romantic relationships.”
The Pill
“Worried that he has gotten the free-spirited Mindy pregnant after an unprotected one-night stand, Fred feigns romantic interest and sticks by her side for twelve hours to make sure she takes both doses of the morning-after pill.”
The Switch
“Seven years after the fact, a man comes to the realization that he was the sperm donor for his best friend’s boy.”
Apparently Netfilx is keeping a close eye on my online activity, but like the old Google ads for baby products that used to pop up on this site (before I cut them off!), I don’t think understand me at all.
It’s Whiny Wednesday. What’s causing you to shake your head in dismay today?
I was shopping in the mall Me oral Day weekend with my husband, when this family was close by and the mother is yelling very loudly at her 2 kids, and telling them to sit on the floor at the mall. Continues to verbally humiliate them about how bad behaved they are, and it so embarrassing to her. It is still a bitter pill to swallow no pun intended that fertility is not given to women or men based on their ability to parent. It angers me and gets the life is not fair ride going in my head. My husband and I are in the process of moving and getting rid of many things, I found a few letters that I wrote as a grief exercise, to the baby. We had at our house thru a disrupted adoption, and the letter I wrote to the biological parents. I decided to burn them, I have found them twice and read them, and it is so upsetting to re read them I decided to burn them. I feel a bit melancholy leaving this house, this os where the whole infertility journey has taken place all of it. Grief still surfaces from time to time, but not like before. I have for the most part accepted that I will not be a mom or parent, but there are times the old stuff resurfaces. Thanks for being a safe place , I can share this intimate thoughts and feelings with. Hugs, Sassy
Netflix recommendations always amuse me. Some of the titles they come up with that they’ll think I like are a bit strange.
Yesterday, I was at an electronic/sound store. I was walking to the DVD section and passed a mother trying to order a game from the store lady. Meanwhile, her little boy (maybe around 5 or 6) was screaming at the top of his legs right beside her and then running around into the path of oncoming customers.
Now, it’s the type of scream that is high, piercing and gives you an instant headache.
The mother simply ignored his screaming and continued to talk to the store lady. How on earth she didn’t hear her child screaming and running around is beyond me. I felt sorry for the store lady who probably had a hard time hearing the mother.
I could only shake my head as I passed and avoided colliding head on with her son.
Lisa, I am completely rolling my eyes at Netflix’s suggestions for you. Argh! This is one of the reasons I like to keep separate online identities. But Google (and others) seem to think we all just want one identity online. It infuriates me when I try to email my friend – we both have email accounts. But because her husband used her email to sign up for Google+ once to do something, my gmail account thinks I’m emailing him, and his name always comes up or replaces hers. It drives me insane!
I receive emails from an on line clothing store, which also sells children’s clothing. When I received one of the emails recently, it had an adorable pic of a baby. I clicked on the pic to just take a quick peek at the cute baby clothes, and since then I now receive all kinds of emails from on line store that sell nothing but baby clothes. I had to unsubscribe from them so they would stop sending them to me. You can’t do anything any more without someone watching.!