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Rant: Selling/Buying on Facebook

Published June 21, 2017 by lynn k scott

*Steps up on soapbox*

*Taps mic*

Hello…I’m going to say my peace about buying and selling on Facebook.  Feel free to agree (or not).  Having been an admin a sales boards, as well as a buyer or seller, this is how I see it….

SELLERS:

  • Provide the city your item(s) are in.
  • If you are willing to travel to meet buyers; say so.
  • Go in order of contact.  If someone by-passes the comments and PMs you (hoping to jump ahead of someone), let them know their place in line.
  • If listing more than one item for sale, either use the “Start Discussion” option to get out of listing a primary price OR list the most expensive item first and subsequent items/prices in the description.
  • STOP using screen shots from other groups.  It’s harder to see the item (and that’s just for starters as to why you do don’t do that).
  • READ the rules for each group.  They are there for a reason and you’re not so special that they don’t apply to you.
  • If you get permission to post something, add “Admin approved” to the beginning of your post.
  • Keep all appointments.  Do not cancel at the last minute.
  • Remove your post when it has been sold.

BUYERS:

  • Have the exact amount of money the item is being sold for.  No the seller doesn’t need to make change for you.
  • Keep your appointment and be on time! If you agree to buy something, then show up to buy it. Time is valuable; including the seller’s.
  • Be prepared to pick up the item. It’s not the seller’s responsibility to get the item to you.
  • If you respond to purchase something, be prepared to pick it up.  If you need to make arrangements for a later day/time, let them know that upfront; not after you should have been at the meeting location.
  • Ask ALL the questions about the item BEFORE agreeing to the purchase.  Do not ask them after you have agreed and set a time/location for pick up.

BOTH Buyers and Sellers need to be respectful of each other.  Times are hard.  Facebook allows free advertising and the ability to stretch our paychecks by getting rid of items we no longer need and/or want.

*Says ‘Thank You’, nods and steps off soapbox.*

QOTD: Topic – Homeschool Education

Published July 22, 2015 by lynn k scott

“[Children] need more work with you (the parents), fewer toys, more service for others, less sports and amusements (which tend to put self before others), more self control, patriotism, productiveness and responsibility. In short, they need guidance along the path to self-worth as children of God. Parents and home, undiluted, usually do these things best.”  (Dorothy and Raymond Moore)

Show Some Respect

Published July 17, 2015 by lynn k scott

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Over the weekend, I witnessed something that is becoming increasingly common and it truly irritates me to no end.  Perhaps it’s because I am getting older, perhaps it’s because I am a military mom, perhaps it was because I was brought up right. Whatever the reasoning is, when one simple gesture is not followed, I have to bite my tongue instead of yelling at the inconsiderate and obviously, uninformed individual(s).

From my perspective, I don’t care where you are, what your reasoning is, what your beliefs are but when you hear the American Anthem, you IMMEDIATELY stop what you are doing, stand up (if sitting and are able to stand), remove any hats you may be wearing and place your hand over your heart until the song is completed.

If you’re only visiting the United States or aren’t a citizen, you are not excluded from this.  You are on American soil and you can take a few minutes to show respect for a custom, if properly ingrained in children growing up, is second-nature in response to hearing, “The Star Spangled Banner”.

If you don’t want to attend whatever ceremonies going on, so be it.  However, once that vocalist or music starts, you stop talking, be still, face the nearest flag (if present) and you be quiet, if nothing else.

If you don’t agree; I don’t care.  For me, this is non-negotiable.

Mini Revlation

Published April 17, 2015 by lynn k scott

Last night, I was browsing a local community group for my area on Facebook.  Having been an admin of several groups in the past, no matter how large a group gets, there is always a handful of people who dominate the conversations, posts and threads.

Tangents are a part of the online community.  One person posts something, then another person comments but adds to the original post and the thread turns into a small snowball, rolling down the side of a snowy mountain, until it has morphed into a runaway boulder that will crash into whatever is in its path at the base of that mountain.

This next portion will probably offend some.  I’d apologize, but it would be fictitious because I absolutely believe this.  You don’t have to agree or even like it, but it’s my perspective, my blog and there’s an unfollow option that you are free to utilize at any time.

One member posed a question, “how much are those strawberries that are for sale on the side of the road”.  She gave the location and BOOM it was on!  One guy commented that it was illegal and the police can cite the seller and buyer. Apparently, the one pointing out the truth of the situation, is a frequent participating member on multiple posts.

Many other members of this group rallied to the “illegals” defense because they are only trying to make money.  They were telling him to “shut up” and stop being a “hater”.  That’s interesting especially since the Admin had recently reposted about being respectful and no name calling.  Guess this fell on blind eyes (instead of deaf ears).  In fact, the Admin commented in the thread about the reposted rules and then gave them just “one more chance”.  Yeah, because they know they can and will get away with this behavior.

Then the fruit-selling supporters reached to equate selling fruit was ok because they weren’t selling drugs to kids.  Umm…apples to oranges people…let’s stay on track, please.

The woman who was posting rude comments was the first to claim she did nothing wrong.  Clearly they are blissfully unaware (or ignorant; not sure really) and cannot understand how “shut up” is rude and calling someone a “hater” is, in fact, name-calling. Do I think the other person was offended?  Probably not.  However, it’s the fact the pack-like mentality exists online in in real life. Gang up and take down the person/persons who dare to offer a contrary opinion.  Several people with Spanish names (not a judgement – just an observation), kept insisting those selling the fruits weren’t doing anything wrong.

I thought I’d throw my two-cents in for fun.  I reiterated, just because they may not like what a particular person has to say, doesn’t make what that person says any less true.  Illegals do sell fruit on the side of the road and street corners.  Buying from them is illegal.  The objective word is “illegal”.  Meaning not allowed to legally be here in the United States (but that’s an entirely different post).  Street vendors over-charge compared to what legitimate businesses charge; by a good margin too.  I stated what a good group it was, but respect for one another was severely lacking.

Several people liked my comments.  One supporter of the illegals offered to bake me cupcakes since I contributed.  I wanted to respond unpleasantly.  I chose to nicely decline her facetious response saying I’m an accomplished baker in my own right. Two can play that game.

It dawned on me why bullying is running rampant in our schools.  The kids have these people as parents.  They are oblivious to their poor behavior, lack of manners and pack-attack mentality.  These are people in my community who think they are doing nothing wrong because they are typing on a keyboard.  Their children aren’t punished for mimicking their behavior, even when it turns into real life altercations, because they find it acceptable and justifiable.

Last night, I remembered why I had terminated my Facebook account.  For nonsense like this.  People lack respect.  I often find they are of a younger generation, not always, but often.  I find myself questioning the kind of world my daughter will be forced to live in as she is not being brought up this way.  She is held accountable for what she says and does..  She has manners.  She considers others’ feelings.

I implore you, think about how you present yourself online and in person.  Something surely needs to change.  I personally am seeking out a group where behavior like that isn’t tolerated.  Wish me luck.

All Wrapped Up

Published March 14, 2015 by lynn k scott

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I can’t recall the last time a photograph stopped me in my tracks, made me look closely, and caused tiny droplets of water to gather in my eyes, which threatened to stain my cheeks.  The photograph you are looking at, was taken by http://www.morgangallophotography.com/

As soon as I saw it, I immediately contacted Morgan and asked for permission to use this picture in my blog.  That’s a first for me.  I’ve never felt so moved as if to say, “you all NEED to see this picture”.

The picture was posted on Facebook, where I first saw it, in response to a different photograph that received a lot of negative comments regarding a baby wrapped up in a flag, held by her father.   Some people claim that picture was offensive. As an Army mom, I beg to differ.

When I look upon this picture, I see a father, who is proud to uphold the oath he took to protect our country.  I see a father wrapping his newborn in the promise he made to all of us and is now extending that to his child.  He is steadfast in his grip and has the strength to hold up his commitment.  This babe, and countless others, are wrapped in the blanket of protection that our military selflessly provides in service to the United States. Wrapped in the symbol of freedom, strength, integrity, honor and patriotism.

I am proud and humbled to be able to share this with you.  Morgan has an amazing eye in which she can draw out such emotion from a single shot with her camera.  She honors our military with her work.  Please stop by her Facebook page, https://www.facebook.com/morgangallophotography and let her know if you’ve enjoyed this powerful and touching photograph as much as I have.

A special thanks to our veterans, active duty, those who gave all and their families.

Be careful when saying, “Girly Tattoos”

Published March 3, 2015 by lynn k scott

Just the title alone, Girly Tattoos, would typically bring images of flowers, butterflies, whimsical fairies, etc. to mind. In my case however, it was a conversation I had with a stranger that reaffirmed my love for the body art I proudly display.

The snarling wolf head is the center tattoo on my shoulder line.

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There are additional tattoos to the left and right of the it; each about the same size. My shoulder line cannot be viewed unless I wear a tank top, which displays the three, good-size pieces.

One night, while at a local bar with some friends, a mid-20s male got up from his group of buddies and made his way over to me, as I got up from my stool. For some reason, he felt some obligation to inform me that my tattoos were not “girly tattoos”. If you don’t have any tattoos, it’s hard to explain the offensiveness of his statement. I didn’t take it as a full-on attack, which it could have been, but I didn’t want to be nice, smile and just ignore the comment either. I chose a sarcastic response. Since his buddies were listening and watching on, seeing how this would play out, I wanted to make sure they could hear.

Now, in my experience, the male ego has a macho tendency at times, esp. when they are among friends. He was brave enough, if you will, to actually let me know his thoughts on my body art. I noticed he had a small tribal ban tattoo encircling his bicep. That would do. I looked up at him (I’m only 5’2″ and he was much taller), smiled, tilted my head and said, “ooooh…I’m sorry. Are you upset because my tattoos are bigger than yours?”

That was sufficient. It earned the appropriate “OOOOOOOOOHs” from this buddies, as they brought closed fists to their mouths and laughed. Guys and size. Not sure what it is, but I knew a comparison would work in my favor. The guy who approached me really didn’t have much to say. I ended our interaction with, “I wasn’t aware I was supposed to get certain tattoos based on my gender. I suggest you don’t approach anyone else regarding their tattoo choices. It could end badly for you.” With that I walked away and he returned to his table; tale tucked between his legs in defeat.

Had this guy been respectful when he approached me and not been trying to show off, he would have learned more about my not-so-girly tattoos. While my shoulder pieces hold special meaning for me, I didn’t get them for a fashion statement or to be a rebel. Most people are generally more than happy to talk about their ink and its meaning.

Tattoos hold special meaning for a lot of people. I grew up with my dad getting tattoos at local fairs and carnivals. Yes, that was quite awhile ago. My mother HATED tattoos. She would take us kids on the rides and when we were done, my dad had a new tattoo. I never, ever, dreamed I have one, let alone 10 (and counting) tattoos on my body.

While I don’t take pain well, tattoos have taken on an entirely new meaning for me. When my younger sister passed away from breast cancer, I knew I would be getting a memorial tattoo. In fact, I knew I would be getting it before she passed, as I was coming to grips with the terminal aspect of her disease. What shocked me, was my mother offered to pay for it. The picture I had chosen had come to represent my sister and my mother was completely on board. WOW! Times had changed.

The "All Will Get Better Bear" memorial tattoo for my sister.

The “All Will Get Better Bear” memorial tattoo for my sister.

The other tattoos I have represent significant times in my life.  Sadly, and proudly, I have three memorial tattoos.  My dad’s on my right calf, my mother’s on my right forearm and my sister’s above my left bicep.  Additionally, I added a breast cancer ribbon to the inside of my left wrist.  While some people don’t understand tattoos, I used my memorial tattoos in my stages of grieving.  It helped me through.  I was closer to my mother and sister, which is why their tattoos are on my arm.  I can look at either arm, at any time, and see “them.  The other tattoos represent significant times and/or meanings in my life.

for sis  I know people who get tattoos just to have them. I know people who get them as the tattoos are attached to their culture and heritage or for religious reasons. I respect their decisions in how they adorn their bodies. I even respect those who choose not to display art via use their body as a canvas. All I ask in return is for the same respect.

My shoulder line

My shoulder line – which caused the original “girly” comment

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