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I always look forward to my Fridays - I don't cook on Fridays and I barely clean the house - it's my be lazy day.

This evening we're taking the twins out for their birthday - love the one on one dinners because we get to catch up on what's happening in their world.                                                                                                                                                                                  

I know being a teen in 2012 is extremely different from being a teen in the 70's. I'm part of an anti - bullying group that goes into schools and talks to kids about accepting differences and standing up for their peers... school is a tough place to be now days. One of my grandchildren that's in 6th grade was sharing with me the other day about some boys at her school playing basketball during lunch and one getting mad when his team lost. She said he started yelling at one of the kids saying that he's the reason that there's no jobs here and he needs to go back where he came from. I explained to her that this is what he hears his parents say... adults are part of the bullying problem even though they don't want to admit it.

I really don't remember kids being blatantly rude when I was growing up, but then again we were taught manners and to be considerate of others. We lived by "If you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all."



Anyway, we haven't told them where we're going so I can't share our venue until tomorrow just in case they happen to read this.

Enjoy your Friday!

                                                                                                                     
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