breach of privacy? or a parents right?

Yesterday, the secret came out that my mom read our journals when we were kids. What? I was surprised, a little embarrassed, and a little annoyed. I think I would have been more mad if I had found this out 5 years ago, but the older I get, the more I see things from a parents point of view.

She said if she ever felt like there was a serious problem in our lives, thats when she would try to find out what was going on. She would even look in the boys' rooms.

Teens can sometimes have a hard time confiding in their parents, but do you think it is okay to look through their things, their personal thoughts? What would you do if you knew something was really wrong, but your child wouldn't tell you what it was?

Morning Run Observations

• Our hours of hiking didn't give me as much endurance as I'd hoped
• Snotsdale (just heard it, didn't come up with it) apparently likes to redo buildings, especially if they don't have a fountain in front of them
• The lemon, grapefruit, orange, and tangelo (what are they, anyway?) trees are full of fruit
• You can tell who is wealthy by their front yard setup; grass, two tones of gravel, or just plain gravel
• I saw a gansta' kid pick up garbage. It made me smile
• Down here, people clean up old cacti from their yard and throw them by the curb, instead of tree limbs
• Those plastic things that make the blinds open and close can make prisms on the wall

I rewarded myself for all those observations with a cookie.

Double-decker

When Pokes was here, we went to my first double-decker driving range. It was so neat! We hit off of the top level, and my hits looked way better than they really were. :)

Pokes crushing a ball.

Me, trying to crush a ball.

I learned that I can hit a golf ball over 150 feet :)

memorable moment in time

My dad called me last night, just to let me know that the recipe I asked for was being typed up by Mom in the big box on the 'send email' page. Was that what he was supposed to do?

I reassured him that it was. Apparently it takes two to send an email; Mom knows how to type, and Dad has the email address and login information (although when I tried to see if it was hotmail, gmail, yahoo, he wasn't really sure).

I was smiling when I got off the phone, pleased to be a part of their very first email experience.

And I did receive the email. :)