The Evolution of Being "Pinned"

When I was a boy, being “pinned” was a bad thing. It meant you lost. This is something I know a great deal about – no, not being a loser thankyouverymuch.  I could pin with the best of them.  Oh no, I never competed as a wrestler – I didn’t need to:

I had a little brother.

As I grew, I learned that in the 50’s my parents met and romanced at BYU. Part of this process was a formality called “pinning”. My dad gave my mom his fraternity pin to wear. This was a declaration that they were going steady – pre-engagement. This picture is not them – but you get the idea.

Later in my life, well after I was married, I learned that there is a much greater way for a man to show his devotion to the woman he loves. Even greater than giving her his pin, is giving her his PIN. This ranks second only to temple sealing.

Now as time and technology moves on, “pinning” takes on an entirely new meaning. Pinterest is taking over the world, one pin at a time.

I can truly say that Pinterest has blessed my life. Now and again my lovely EC finds some new recipe on Pinterest, and I am the beneficiary of that technology.  She has also found things that are enjoyable to me via a secondary means. For example, when she is testing out something she found on Pinterest – for example Frog Cupcakes for a Young Women program – my boys and I get to be the guinea pigs. Well done, Pinterest!  

Full disclosure:  I’m not a fan of all the decorating, craft and clothing pins. (90% of Pinterest) When I see those, all I see is $$$$.

Over the past few weeks, a large part of my blog traffic has come from Pinterest. Hence, I decided that since that is a place where my readers like to congregate, perhaps I should participate there as well.  (I just used “hence” in a sentence. Cool.)

So, my lifelong friend Britta extended an invitation for me to come play, and I did. When I got there, and began to set up my account, I found that faithful readers had already pinned a bunch of my stuff. Hundreds of times.  How cool is that?

It might be wise at this point to reaffirm that I am very secure in my masculinity. No, delving into Pinterest does not make me any less of a man. I am strong, and able to make my own decisions in life. (At least that’s what my EC tells me to say.)

So today I extend a testosterone-filled welcome to any of you who would like to come visit my brand new MMM Pinterest Board. Right now it is mostly links to old stuff, but I will add to it, after I get back from bear hunting…with only a butter knife…and get the hide cured for a new rug..for the cabin..that I built…by hand..in a raging blizzard.

Feel free to re-pin or share at your leisure.