but getting a jump on Christmas.
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The trunk is wound with satin ribbon and I usually wrap in brown burlap strips if I want it textured and more primitive looking. But for the money, a nice little tabletop tree.
I've mentioned several times about ads appearing regarding a subject I sent in an email. Well to my surprise, I logged into my medical records for test results, saw that my cholesterol was quite high, and what do you know! I am blasted this evening with ads for products that lower cholesterol. Are you kidding me? My personal medical records and test results that I viewed on my private laptop? First time ever for ads such as these, impossible to be a coincidence and for every outlet I visited to offer ads for the same subject.
Whine with me these last few days of August.
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8 comments:
Hi Marly: The tree is adorable, I have seen these at Hobby Lobby would buy one but Blondie the cat eats plastic, I need a tree with needles that are more like real ones.
The lamp next to the tree is beautiful, is it new? just curious.
I hope that you get the ads taken care of I hate pop-ups and ads I have not asked for, some healthcare sites sell your information to companies, lucky for us MyChart does not do that.
I hope your little bump is leaving you and your tooth is not hurting.
Have an enormous stitching day.
Hugs
Catherine
Hi Marly, unlike you I am longing for FALL. I'm loving the changing of light and the cooler (only slightly) mornings. Love that little tree. I have not been to a Hobby Lobby in years!
I know what you mean about "creepy" ads. I was traveling recently and purchased a bottle of goat milk lotion to try. Had never tried goats milk lotion before. Two days later on my FB and IG feeds are ads for goats milk lotion!
Great find. Hobby Lobby always has good sales.
Wine-ing with you....er, I mean whining..... But, dang Girl, I'm weary of watering. ~Robin~
I'm mourning right along with you, Marly. I just feel so sad when I walk out into the gardens now and see everything withering away. Love that little tree! And yes, the ad tracking is very unnerving--our privacy is just gone!
Summer is my favorite season, so I mourn along with you.
I've known for several years that my doctor is selling my private information. Ten years ago I was on a long round of appointments to try and pinpoint a heart ailment, and after several months I began receiving advertisements in snail mail for medications, clinics, and rehab centers, all related to cardiac issues. I began putting my name down slightly differently (calling myself "AB Smith", instead of "Ann B. Smith", for example), and sure enough, within several more months I began receiving a whole second round of mailbox litter addressed to "AB Smith".
Of course, it could be privacy settings, cookies, and web spiders in the case of online targeted ads you are seeing, but I'm not as sure for that since I refuse to allow any online exchange of medical information for myself and my family. No email, no "patient portals", no "virtual visits", online booking, online registration, online scheduling. I have to just play dumb and say that I don't own a smartphone nor do I have online access from home.
This whole business with information gleaned from social media, google searches, and private entities is very concerning. Sad to say, "they" already have just about everything known about us. Of course, drawing back now, while an admirable effort, may not help. There are committees supposedly looking into this, but it's hard to live in a digital world without some digital presence. I would like to say I have the oomph left in me to face this head-on, but I don't.
That said, I am totally crushing on that little tree and actually planned a trip to the Lobby for something else today but we stopped for some favorite Italian food and I was so happy I came home and took a nap. Like I said, the oomph has set sail. Tomorrow, tomorrow I will make the trek.
I am sick of Summer ending I have to say. I think the long, dark, bleak Winters of the last two years have sort of positioned me to be miserable. I may need help. Oh well, bring it on.
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