YouTube Special She Thinks She Knows So Much!

This is not the first or second time I have shared a “she thinks she knows so much” moment.  This one might be the one that causes me the most confusion and hardship. My granddaughter is seven. She is addicted to YouTube videos of the DIY chemists that make and work with slime.

Saturday morning errand time and the seven-year-old wants to go with.  She did hear that the dollar store was one of the stops I was making for mailing supplies. What child doesn’t want to go to the dollar store with a grandmother that has a credit card?  The concept of limits is new to this child. So off we go, we get to the store and she grabs two bottles of school glue.  The white kind that we all remember from our own school days.

Errands are complete, books are mailed off to Denver and Lubbock, and we are headed back home.  One hour later, I am presented with the best smelling slime ever.  The little chemist has created a slime masterpiece.  What does a “thinks she knows so much”, Grandmother do?

Out comes the smartphone with the ever so groovy camera. “Let’s make a video of this amazing slime. You can upload it onto my YouTube channel and we can show the world your amazing slime.”

YAY! The video is made. Said video is uploaded. Grandma shares the link on Facebook and likes are being given. 

Seven-year-old Chemist and all around know it all decided she didn’t like my name being on her video so she changed my YouTube channel to “Random Stuff of DIY and some slime“.

This is my new name now on Google, Google Plus, my emails, and my YouTube Channel.

Welcome to another weekend with the seven-year-old chemist and all around know it all and her Grandma who thinks she knows so much.

Here is her video on our new channel with the ever so embarrassing and not professional writer name.

 

Perhaps I should have had a clue when she said, pay no attention to the Vicki Goodwin name.

I love being around my grandkids.  They make life hilarious!!

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Arizona and Japan, So Close Yet, So Far Apart!

If you have ever read my about me page, or you know me from out in the world, then you know I lived in Arizona for ten years. I moved there on New Years night 2000 and I left for Kentucky in July 2010.

One of the things that impressed me so much while living in Arizona was the pride of the Japanese Americans that flew their flags so proudly. They flew them over car dealerships, they flew them at Mom and Pop stores. They seemed to be everywhere. That beautiful rising sun shone brightly over Phoenix.

Dealerships

It was only when I had changed jobs in 2006 that I noticed even the banks and credit unions flew the Japanese Rising Sun flag. I didn’t understand this.  Even Bank of America and other national banks flew the Japanese flag.

In the land of she thinks she knows so much, it is acceptable to ask questions without fear. Everyone has questions, don’t they?

So a few days after starting, I marched into my brand new Manager’s office and asked her directly. “Why does the credit union fly the Japanese flag? In orientation, they said the founders of the Credit Union were schoolteachers, women that had lived here all their lives? I also noticed that they were not Japanese?”

“What? What do you mean?” She looked genuinely confused.

I  pointed out her window at the flag that was vibrantly flapping in the breeze and said. “The flag, the Japanese flag, why do they have it up here?”

Arizona Flag

“Vicki, that is the Arizona state flag, not the Japanese flag.”

Arazona's not flag

I simply turned around, left her office, and went back to my desk. Sure, I heard her laughing, I just chose to ignore it.  I never mentioned it again. I did have a little song running through my brain. You know the one, it involves feeling like a nut.

Bet you can’t tell when candy bar I felt like that day.

Want to make me feel better and share your “knows so much” story?

 

Trouble in Thinks She Knows So Much Land. 

Had too much time on my hands.  So what else should I do but run about willy nilly on my admin settings?

Which means I clicked something that makes no sense to me. The question of the day becomes, “Why should I  be surprised when suddenly everything behaves wonky?”

Lesson learned, for today, anyway.

Crash “#$#$#” went the comments and notifications. I am still not sure what I clicked. At this point, I am just glad I found it to unclicked.  Comments and notifications are right back where they belong.

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