Thursday, May 31, 2007

Get re-acquainted with Paul and Barbara

Paul is my nephew and 35 years ago he and Barbara got married in Baltimore. On their wedding night they flew to Germany because Paul was in the Navy and he took a week-end leave to get married.

I think, at their reception, was the first time I had ever heard from Fiddler..."Where is the Little Girl" when they were doing their final bridal dance and were getting ready to take their leave to begin this big journey of theirs.

You've all heard me speak of Eric and Ryan, the two great guys in their lives. Paul is having a 60th birthday this week and he'll celebrate by riding his bicycle. Last year for M.S. Paul rode 100 miles which seems incomprehensible to me. He raised a lot of money and he also did it for other charities.

I'm so proud of both of these over-achievers...Barbara with her "Party Troopers" and Paul just changed his job which is not an easy feat to do when you're celebrating another birthday...but Paul moved up.

Thanks for being in my life!
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Sunday, May 27, 2007

My cousin and nephew???

We don't have incest in our family. However, my first cousin Henny's mother married my father. In other words, after 10 long years, my father married my mother's sister Helen.

So Henny's daughter is Davria and Allen, my husband, had a sister and she had a son named Steve.

So Steve married Davi....and we're kinda inter-related but not really.

I received this very newsy email from Davi today and I thought it so interesting I decided to incorporate it into my blog...so here goes....


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I've been enjoying your blog. I love the photos,especially the one of Jeff and the Irish setter. Iremember how terrified I was of Boots and Herky, andam thankful that I've gotten over my fear of dogs. Iremember when Allen had to turn around and drive meback to Squirrel Hill because I was so afraid! Phobiasare sometimes rational, sometimes not, but they causeus to miss out on some good things in life. I'm glad Ihad gotten over my dog phobia by the time I was datingSteve - it would have been a long ride back fromPhiladelphia when I first encountered Tippy!Steve and Phill are out playing golf, so I am takingadvantage of having the computer to myself. One ofthese days I'll get my own . . . I'm not completelyalone though. Phill's birds are chirping away and onecat is sleeping on the desk and the other is on thefloor, at my feet. They are very loving. Schrodie isabout the size and color of a loaf of honey cake, withwhite markings. He is very ditzy and talks almostconstantly, sometimes even in his sleep. Mensch issomewhat larger than Shro and beige with the samewhite markings. He was improperly named though - he'sdefinitely not a mensch! When things aren't going wellin his world, he thinks the solution is to bite hisbrother on the neck. Schrodie squeals and gets away;in the end he has the upper paw!As much as Steve and Jeff love dogs, it's hard tobelieve either one of them took to cats. Steve reallydotes on the boys, often letting them get away withthings they shouldn't get away with.I guess I'm a fancy lady too! I also got trapped intogoing to Chico's when two women I was riding withdecided to stop there one fall day. At first I didn'tlook at anything, but then I saw a beautiful jacket ofblack, orange and brown, with beading, size 1 or maybeit's 0! It was a hundred dollars, and that's after thecoupon that one of the women gave me! I never spendthat much on clothes! That was about five years ago,and I've only worn it twice; I'm just not a jacketsort of person. It is beautiful, though, and for abouta week after I bought it I would go to the closet justto stare and it and feel the texture of the fabric andbeading.

I was very disappointed in our Fl. lottery

We were all given to understand that the lottery money was going for education. It wasn't broken down into any particular category.

We trusted! Ha.....and then we had a half percent increase in our sales tax to help education.

I'm all for paying teachers well...providing adequate classroom...and hiring the best of instructors....but here's what I read in our Sun Sentinel.

Most people figured public education meant K-12 schools.The Legislature, in its finite wisdom, decided to direct most of the slots revenues to higher education.Now some people are spinning mad. Which is fine.But let’s remember to direct our ire at the right target: the legislators, not the pari-mutuels.Yes, the pari-mutuels milked the image of needy schoolchildren and wanting classrooms during the slots campaign.But it’s not their fault the Legislature has siphoned money to college kids.The Legislature should put all the slots money toward public K-12 education.And let’s not get revisionist about Broward schools getting a tiny fraction of the state's bite despite all the machines being here. Going into the election, most voters knew that the revenues would be divided up statewide.It still made sense. The big picture: Taxed and regulated slots are better than untaxed, unregulated slots, which are found at the Indian tribal casinos and cruises-to-nowhere.Now that the pari-mutuels have real Vegas slots, the tribes have been negotiating with the state to get them, too.That's a good thing.


Okay...I'll go with that.

Which Jeff...then or now!


When I look at this picture, my memory does crazy images, and I see Jeff sitting on the floor in New Kensington, with his own dog, either Boots or Herky.
Only the doggie has changed and Jeff's a tad older.
This isn't Jeff's dog. They're visiting a friend but Jeff still loves dogs, particularly this Irish Setter.
I knew Jeff the child more, but since they bought me this computer, I'm discovering all over the traits that I fell in love with when he was just a little boy. He always felt very comfortable lying on the floor...reading..watching tv...or playing with his toy soldiers that he would line up. Always lots of patience even when the soldiers went to battle and all toppled over.
I don't know what I enjoy more...then, the actuality....or now, the memories...because now I'm also getting lots of good stuff besides.
I'm not the protector or the guardian any longer...Donna has taken over and also Jeff is his on man.
I can sit back and enjoy it all.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

What happened to all those gas wars!!

When I was young, there was usually a gas station on all 4 corners of the street and everyone had a marquee with gas prices posted....and it was a gas war...everyone trying to compete. This was long before they became 7 to 11 stores where you can buy lots of things.



This is when they sold only gas and maybe a soft drink. They also gave away free maps and not just to one in a car...to all the children to look at.



What a waste that was. I never even learned to fold it back correctly....and I still can't read a map. I'm not bragging....I'm ashamed...very embarrassed.!



These were the days also when they checked your tires for free and washed your windshield....and by the way, gas was only 25 cents a gallon ....and most of these stations were open till very late in the evening.



I might also add we were greeted with a smile...and we'd say 'fill er' up'.



Needless to say...it wasn't self serve. They put the gas in your car for you...and also checked under the hood if you asked them to.



Would I want to go back to those days. NO...I don't think so. Those were depression days and everyone was hurting.

























































most of the rest of the nation above the $3 a gallon benchmark for the first time.
New Hampshire's average price crept up to $3.005, up from $2.99 Monday, while South Carolina rose to $3.007 from $2.991.
New Jersey, with an average price of $2.947, is also creeping toward that threshold, as it rose almost a penny from $2.938 on Monday. Ironically, New Jersey is one of only two states - along with Oregon - where the law mandates full service at every pump.
Illinois moved ahead of California for the dubious distinction of the state with the most expensive average price, as the price reading there rose to $3.481 from $3.457, while California's average price slipped slightly to $3.449 from $3.454 on Monday. South Dakota saw the biggest jump in prices, rising 3.5 cents to an average of $3.38 a gallon.
Even California's modest decline of a half a cent was rare when looking at the full range of state averages, as it was joined by Hawaii, Nevada, Oregon and Washington as the only states showing declines. Motorists there will probably be hard-pressed to notice any relief as the average price fell by less than a penny in each of those states.
Why gasoline prices are rising while oil isn't
The AAA national average now shows prices up 3.9 percent over the course of the last week, along with an increase of 12.4 percent over the last month.
And higher prices could be on the way as Americans get ready to hit the road for the Memorial Day holiday weekend and the start of the summer driving season.
AAA warned in congressional testimony last week it believes prices will approach $3.25 a gallon over the next 60 days.
Even with the record gas prices, AAA is predicting a record number of Americans will be hitting the road during the holiday weekend, with 38.3 million expected to be traveling 100 miles or more, up 1.7 percent from a year ago. And most of those - 32.1 million - will be driving, according to the motorist group.

Monday, May 21, 2007

Even when they go away--they're still around!

Pat and Mike live across the road from me. We all live at High Point3 and we all live on Nesting Way. But Pat lives in Court A across the way from me.
I feel really comfortable having them live so close...because I know that I can count on them and vice versa.

This is the email Pat sent me





...Nicholas is a chatterbox and doesn't shut up!!!....weather is cool, sunny justbeautiful....have we had any more rain? I wanted to tell you before we left....(maybe I did) I had goneto a cocktail reception at La Cigale downtown Delray one night....it was a fundraiser for "forgottensoldiers"....they pack up goodies to send to our boys and girls overseas....anyway....half of the proceeds from that night went to that organization...there were quite a lot of politicians there and I metMary McCarty, one of the commissioners for Palm Beach County....my sister knows her....she is quitenice....also I met Arthur Anderson, the new election supervisor and his wife, who happens to be aDr....she is very elegant and very friendly.....some of the politicians took turns bartending....anotherman there was Sid Dinerstein, head of the Republican party and there were many Democrats theretoo....It was nice to mingle with them and see who's "real" and who isn't.....I met a young man whomay be running against Klein or Wexler, not sure which one....anyway, he seems nice.....They hadsome sampling of their food, passing it around as hor de hoevres......Didn't care too much for thefood.....I thought it would be French...silly me....it's more of a Moroccan flair and quite electic.....notfor me....but it was an interesting night......I wanted to post this on your blog but never got the chance.anyway....that's it from N.J..........talk to you soon...................Pat


So I thought that was nice and newsy and now I know all about our politicians. I do feel we have a good governor...but time will tell.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Am I high tech or what..my kids sent me a TiVo!

I used to poke fun at people who needed a remote to control their television. I'd say if I can't get up and change channels, I have no business watching. They'd say they need the 'mute' button so that they wouldn't have to see all the commercials.



I'd sound off and say if it wasn't for the sponsors, we wouldn't have such good shows....they're paying the bill....and it's like cheating using the mute button for that.



Well, have I changed my tune. My kids sent me a TiVo....and I let the program run maybe half an hour before I air it so that I can eliminate all those 'annoying' commercials.



Mind you, this is what I did for a living 9 years of my life. I worked at a radio station and wrote copy and that's what paid the bills.



I guess it all depends on what side of the counter you're on. Now I'm on the watching side...not the selling side...so I can do this.



But....it it really fair??? Is it the right thing to do????



I dunno !!!!















1997, a company changed the way people watch television. It promised its customers that they wouldn't have to worry about television schedules or learn to program their VCRs. Instead, the company claimed that





customers would be able to record shows -- even entire seasons of shows -- using a simple interface. Then they could watch the shows whenever they wanted.
The company was TiVo, the pioneer in commercially-available digital video recorders (DVR). In its 10-year history, TiVo has sold millions of DVRs and service subscriptions. In this article, we'll look at how the typical set works and the services TiVo provides.
Several manufacturers make TiVo sets, including TiVo itself, but they all have one thing in common -- a hard drive. The hard drive is connected to the outside world through a variety of jacks on the back of the set, usually the typical RCA connections that you would use to hook up, say, a cable box or a VCR.

The Old Fuse Box

In our basement, like other homes, we had a fusebox near a high window.

In over 30 years, I never touched it. I've always been deadly afraid of electricity...not to use it...but to change a fuse. That was considered a 'man's job'.

Back then when a fuse blew, we usually had an extra in our house. If not, we'd march to the hardware store where we would explain what we wanted, and it would be brought to us with a smile.

Today, I think these maybe no longer exist. We have a modern 'circuit breaker'.

Mine is great if you're 6 feet tall. Since I'm short, I have trouble holding a flashlight to read the writing on the different breakers. If I have a problem, I usually just move each one separately until I find the culprit.

In July, Jeff and Donna, and Harriet and I will be going to Ft. Myers to visit Thomas Edison's home....the primitive beginning of electricity. I think if he were to see how far we've come with this, it would (not meaning a pun) blow his mind.

I'm so glad I'm living now. Don't have to light a kerosene lamp...or read by candlelight.

I'm not talking about the romantic sweet scented candles put around today for ambiance...but just to be able to see and to read
If Thomas Edision were to see the computer, and it's all because everyone has stood on his shoulders.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Burger King

Famous for it's "Big Whooper' and it does taste soo good. But is it good for us? I see many senior citizens there gobbling down their delicious burgers and they don't seem any the worst for it.

But I don't know what their cardiologists have to say. Are they clogging their arteries. Is it worth not spending a lot of money...no tip and fast service...plus it tastes good.

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LOS ANGELES (Reuters) - A nutrition advocacy group sued Burger King Holdings Inc. on Wednesday over the hamburger chain's use of frying oil that contains artery-clogging trans fats.
In court papers filed in Washington, D.C. superior court, the Center for Science in the Public Interest said Burger King is the only leading restaurant chain that has not yet committed to eliminating trans fats from its menu.
"Burger King not only sells food cooked with this harmful ingredient, it does so without warning its customers about life-threatening consequences," the suit said. "Consumers have no way to guard against the risk of consumer trans fats."
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Antique Roadshow

On PBS we have the Antique Roadshow....and one of my joys is to watch the expressions on eager faces as they're told what their 'collectible' is worth.    Now this is obviously something that has had to be dusted for maybe l00 years by many hands.

It seems old furniture brings in the most money and if it's all scratched up and seen bad times, its value escalates...and the bringer-in-er is oh so thrilled that I'm fearful they may suffer heart failure.

I'm a very poor judge.  If it's a manuscript, I think it must be worth a lot of money.  

For instance and we all know this one...Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.   Everyone is familiar with this saying.   Well, someone brought in the original letter...and the worth was only $6,000.  Maybe it's because words are worth more than things to me.

 IF  the roadshow were to come here to Delray Beach...what treasure in your house would you grab to have appraised at some fantastic figure.
Remember... . all these years, you've been holding on to it, because you were told it's 'valuable'.

Keep in mind, it must be at least 100 years old....and we're not youngsters who live here....so if it belonged to your parents or grandparents....and you were able to schlep it to the roadshow....how would you re-act.

Also, if you were told it was worth between 60,000 and 70,000 would you want to sell it on the spot.....or hand it down to your children????  `Also that's a big spread on the appraisal amount.   

Lots of food for thought

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Two young guys in my life!


Two brothers who genuinely like each other. They are Eric on the left and the other is Ryan. From the day Ryan was born, Eric kept constant vigil on his brother.

When Ryan was an infant and nobody could understand his 'gibberish' because he was tongue-tied, Eric understood every word.
These boys are the sons of Paul and Barbara. Paul is the son of my sister who we lost when she was only 36 years old.
I do believe that my sister and and Leonard, her husband, who also died young, would be so proud of these boys. I know ... I am!
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Sunday, May 13, 2007

This helped to pay our rent!


This is a Lego brick. My husband Allen and I had a toy store in New Kensington, Pa. I would say that about 25%
of our store was allocated to Lego...motorized and manuel. We carried a complete line, in fact, the only toy we ordered direct from the manufacturer...and it was made by the Samsonite people.
One brick fit inside the other and a child's imagination could conquer anything he wanted to create.
People would walk into our store and say....I have a 6 year old who has no attention span, although he's brilliant. What would you recommend I buy him.
We were considered the specialists. That's why they came to us instead of K-Mart. We gave individual attention even though our prices were competitive.
Well, we ushered them right to Lego...and weeks later, that same customer would return just to give us rave revues.
Actually we were such a good customer that the Lego People put a big motorized windmill in our big front window. It almost caused accidents.
People did a double take....was that really moving around???
Downtown Orlando has a massive building called Legoland....and it's really magical.
All this was a long time ago, in my life, but the memories are all so very clear.
I just loved that part of my life ... making kids happy~

Friday, May 11, 2007

Is this a more humane way?

Are we becoming too sophisticated? Maybe this isn't such a bad idea? At least they're not throwing their babies away and putting them in a trash bag to die. Or is this like returning a library book?


When I was very young, a mother would put a baby on someone's front porch...ring the bell...and then run. She also would put a note saying------- that she wasn't able to keep the baby and please please see that he or she has a good home.

This is what I read today..... and there's nothing more exquisite than a Japanese baby.

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TOKYO, Japan (AP) -- A Japanese hospital opened the country's only anonymous drop box for unwanted infants Thursday despite government admonitions against abandoning babies.
The baby drop-off, called "Crane's Cradle," was opened by the Catholic-run Jikei Hospital in the southern city of Kumamoto as a way to discourage abortions and the abandonment of infants in unsafe public places. The hospital described it as a parent's last resort.
A small hatch on the side of the hospital allows people to drop off babies in an incubator 24 hours a day, while an alarm will notify hospital staff of the new arrival. The infants will initially be cared for by the hospital and then put up for adoption.
"We started the service but hope it won't be used," head nurse Yukiko Tajiri said. "I hope it is seen as a symbol that we are always here for parents to share their difficulty."
But government officials warned the service might only encourage more abandonments.
"In principle, parents should not abandon their babies anonymously," Prime Minister Shinzo Abe told reporters Thursday. Chief Cabinet Secretary Yasuhisa Shiozaki meanwhile said it was "fundamental for parents to raise their children with their own hands."
Similar baby drops exist in Germany and South Africa. Some U.S. states, such as Alabama and Minnesota, also have programs protecting identities of women who give up their babies.
The drop box was set up after a series of high-profile cases in which newborn babies were abandoned in parks and supermarkets, triggering a public outcry.
Abortion is readily available and widespread in Japan where restriction against the measure is loose and there are no clear religious taboos.


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There are so many couples who cannot have a baby and would love to adopt. This isn't such a bad idea. At least they're not killing them. Circumstances won't let them keep this new soul.

Cherish a life! That's why we're put on earth!

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

They lived right here in Delray Beach!

Mother's day is coming up and I'm thinking about the mothers of terrorists.

Maybe they don't even celebrate this day...but how do they feel on any other day. Do they grieve for their sons and daughters who have thrown their lives away !! Did they ooh and ahh when their children took their first steps. Did they think their children weren't socially acceptable.

Or do they rejoice!! They are human which makes them have feelings. Did they pin all their hopes and aspirations upon these new souls born to them. Did they have 'separation anxiety' when their children entered first grade. Did they try to cook all the favorite dishes so that the family would be so satisfied.

Around the dinner table, did they speak of what they learned in school...what they're planning for vacation time...that they're trying out for soccer and whatever?

What was going on in their minds???? What?? What?? Did they think maybe they should have had an abortion instead!.
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We feel such joyfulness. It's the most miraculous thing to happen~ A miracle! And to take lives so frivolously when they bomb including their own miserable lives.

I can't ever forgive a terrorist !!!!

Jews and Christians try to live a good charitable life here on earth. We're taught this from very early on.

How are the Muslims taught? Do their mothers dote upon them and show their pictures to everyone. Do they feel pride? Or do they wake up in the morning and think what a monster they gave birth to.
This is from Ruth Fagan
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I have a devil of a time getting on to your blogs, it takes forever. Ihave trouble answering the blogs too, so here goes.Maybe the mothers of terrorists who blow themselves up don't haveMother's Day and they seem to be (from my readings) happy about theirblown up sons being martyrs. They get money, you know.
Ruth

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Iraqi Teen on Becoming a Terrorist
One of the questions often asked in discussions about terrorism and terrorist groups is why anyone would join up for their causes. Why would anyone voluntarily become a terrorist? The reasons vary, but in many cases heavy doses of indoctrination are good tools in the hands of capable fanatics.
Tom Lassiter writes for Bradenton about the experiences of Ali, a 14-year-old boy who joined Ansar al Islam, a radical Islamic in Iraq, between the summer of 2001 and the winter of 2002:
The Ansar members accused Ali of being a spy, of being an infidel. They shouted at him. They beat him. They threatened to kill him. For two hours, the threats and screams continued. Then an older man walked in the room and in a calm, kind voice began to speak about Islam. ... "He told me about paradise, about virgins, about Islam," Ali said.
The imam told him that, as a Muslim, Ali was part of a brotherhood that stretched back hundreds of years. He had an important role to play in the world, one that would bring prestige and glory. There were 70 virgins waiting for him in a promised land, a paradise just for him.
The conversation lasted for hours. At the end, Ali was taken to a little room and given some food and a blanket. The next morning, an Ansar official came by and said that while Ali wasn't a prisoner, they wanted to keep him for a few days to make sure he wasn't a spy. Ali was invited to attend religion classes.
After 15 days of nothing but his cell and religious classes, they had him - instead of dreaming of studying in France, his dreams turned towards fulfilling his "duty" as a Muslim. The concept of "duty" was, naturally, determined by the leaders of Ansar al Islam. A young man without much direction and purpose was offered both. It's no surprise that the lept at the opportunity.
Ali left the group in 2002, but he doesn't regret his membership and would consider joining again. Is there anyone in Iraq who can offer him something better for his life and his future? If not, then we should expect a lot more Alis to rise up. There are plenty of people like the Ansar imam who are willing to take advantage of such young men. Read More:
Recent Books Iraqi Teen on Becoming a Terrorist
One of the questions often asked in discussions about terrorism and terrorist groups is why anyone would join up for their causes. Why would anyone voluntarily become a terrorist? The reasons vary, but in many cases heavy doses of indoctrination are good tools in the hands of capable fanatics.
Tom Lassiter writes for Bradenton about the experiences of Ali, a 14-year-old boy who joined Ansar al Islam, a radical Islamic in Iraq, between the summer of 2001 and the winter of 2002:
The Ansar members accused Ali of being a spy, of being an infidel. They shouted at him. They beat him. They threatened to kill him. For two hours, the threats and screams continued. Then an older man walked in the room and in a calm, kind voice began to speak about Islam. ... "He told me about paradise, about virgins, about Islam," Ali said.
The imam told him that, as a Muslim, Ali was part of a brotherhood that stretched back hundreds of years. He had an important role to play in the world, one that would bring prestige and glory. There were 70 virgins waiting for him in a promised land, a paradise just for him.
The conversation lasted for hours. At the end, Ali was taken to a little room and given some food and a blanket. The next morning, an Ansar official came by and said that while Ali wasn't a prisoner, they wanted to keep him for a few days to make sure he wasn't a spy. Ali was invited to attend religion classes.
After 15 days of nothing but his cell and religious classes, they had him - instead of dreaming of studying in France, his dreams turned towards fulfilling his "duty" as a Muslim. The concept of "duty" was, naturally, determined by the leaders of Ansar al Islam. A young man without much direction and purpose was offered both. It's no surprise that the lept at the opportunity.
Ali left the group in 2002, but he doesn't regret his membership and would consider joining again. Is there anyone in Iraq who can offer him something better for his life and his future? If not, then we should expect a lot more Alis to rise up. There are plenty of people like the Ansar imam who are willing to take advantage of such young men.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I went to see a movie last week "The Namesake". It was different in the fact that it was Indian...(not American) and the characters were very into their own culture.

However the young man who was seeking a bride to take to America was screening her, along with his family, to see if she would be able to make this transition.

They asked her a question about whether she felt she could fit in...and she arose, looked at the bridegroom right in the eye, and recited this poem.

I had to learn it in elementary school. Maybe you, dear readers, did it.

This is how it went.

I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: 10 Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed--and gazed--but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, 20 They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
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Did any of you have to learn this...and if you did, it sure brings back good memories and the days when we had to memorize.

I think I focused on that more than on the movie itself!

Sunday, May 6, 2007

Talk about VIRTUAL ... wow!

My kids phoned today and I didn't even give them a chance to say anything...I blurted out the computer isn't the same way they left it~

Jeff said...not to worry. He found a way to be able to navigate my computer from Manassas with my permission.

I'm soo frustrated here because when I had a new monitor installed, the guy messed me up and now I can't even find my homepage without a struggle ... and 15 minutes later.

Jeff was able, along with Donna, to tell me just to click one thing giving permission to do this.

Well, I was much more than willing....so I sat 'mouseless' on my end...and watched him move his mouse around reprograming my computer.

This is a major miracle to me...because he can teach me 'hands on'...long-distance....the workings of this computer.

The conversation left me very light-hearted and happy....ready to explore some more what the delicate technology can do.

Thanks, Jeff and Donna. I appreciate.

Friday, May 4, 2007

I Won !!!! I Lost !!!

These are the two sentences we hear when we go on a ship to gamble...3 miles out...a bus that takes us right to our destination...or we drive our cars.

We all get the fever~ We're enticed to go for Free! The casinos not only provide us a delicious lunch...but also money to gamble with.

Now we all know you can't give away the store...the mathematics is....we play with the money we also brought with us.

We have fun....the lights...the stools...the sounds...all part of the gambling life.

As we feed the machines....we do win some. Then greed takes over and we put back and then some.

Then it's time to go home.

Many of us lost....but we don't care. We're happy. We had a good time.

We were with friends....that was our entertainment

We can't wait to go back.......

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

Does this make me a fancy lady???

I did a first today. I bought something at Chico's. Went to dinner with Phyllis and Sol...and they insisted we go to Chico's in Boca.

I wasn't even dressed for this occasion...didn't even wear earrings and had shorts on. We were just going to a little Italian restaurant around the corner.

Well, I was a captive audience and I was riding in their car...so what else could I do!!

Phyllis knows the salesclerk there who is her next-door neighbor.

I had mentioned to Phyllis earlier that I can looked in the flea market for a little cotton capri thing to just refresh my wardrobe.

I found nothing at the flea market....and I didn't look earnestly at Chico's because I'm very short and a petite....but the clerk brought out a little pair of capris...and the size was 1 which shocked and amazed me.

What kind of measurements are these. Anyway, I tried them on...and they fit. A lot more than I usually pay....but now I can say I shopped at Chico's.