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'My Own Treasure Island'
told of a prom night experience of
hers' which was a dream night come
true only to be ruined by cruel kids.
I think that the 'humiliation' was
theirs, not hers, but I am no longer 14. Her
challenge for us is to relate our 'Most
embarrassing Moment' on our own blog with a
reference back to hers. So here is my story:
My mom and I moved from the freezing
winters of northern Indiana in a small town to
glamorous Hollywood California in 1960 when I
was a tender seventeen years old. Now this was
when Hollywood and Vine was truly glamorous
and appearing on a TV show, any TV show would
be the best 15 min's. of fame anywhere. If only
all those freezing people back in the Midwest who
didn't appreciate me any way could only see me
now! (and quiet all those nasty rumors about
anyone who moves to California MUST be
pregnant). Well we did get tickets to some game
show. I really don't remember which one. I was
thrilled and just knew that they would pick me.
They didn't, but while sitting in the audience near
the end of the show all of a sudden every bright
light in the world was shining in my face and the
host was asking me an obviously easy question.
A deer in the headlights would have had more of
a warning than me. Who was I? Where was I?
What's a question? Vaguely I heard voices
around me whispering from many miles away
something that I was suppose to answer. I
finally parroted whatever it was that was said.
I 'won' a set of encyclopedias and hoped that
every TV set in Indiana had died that day.
Happy Birthday America
I spent this 4th of July with
Aine. She had these huge
wonderful hot dogs. She
said that she loved a hot
dog to really Fill The Bun.
All they had on them was
yellow kid mustard. They
were great! Later after
dinner we drove over near
the CHP building in Arcata
and watched the fireworks.
A perfect location.
The view was excellent in spite of the fog.
I dropped Aine off at home and left for Loleta
right away. Just as I was entering Eureka I saw
the finale of their fireworks over the bay.
All in all it was a wonderful day although I did
miss the boys.
MRCH yesterday. Since I worked at
that hospital for 19 yrs. I'm pretty
comfortable there. Then I went out
to lunch with my friend Aine. We
ate Mexican. Yummy. I've been on
tea and lettuce long enough. Today
I feel lousy. No pain mind you, just
tummy pressure and yuckyness.
My surgeon's office never got back
to me about an earlier surgery date.
I guess that they are used to crabby,
panicky patients so ignoring them is
the best policy. Sorta like insurance
companies when a claim is made and
the 1st "no" is protested. Anyway, I'm
too weak to struggle anymore. I'll
stay away from the Yummy stuff until
I feel better. Back on tea and lettuce.
does feel like a rock in my chest, and no it's
not medical. I am new at storing photos in
Picasa, so I was organizing albums, deleting
duplicates, etc. when I note came up saying
that some of the photos I deleted will be
removed from my BLOG!!! I raced with my
shaking fingers to my blog and images from
mine and Rexy's were not only gone, but
boxes with ugly red x's were left and all my
resolutions and settings were off. I felt sick.
I had sent out all these excited emails about
the proud new posts I had just done after
learning about my camera, learning to upload
pictures the way I wanted. Creating just the
right look I wanted and now my whole
computer was off, nothing was in proportion
any longer. The whole scheme of the blog
wrong. I was so upset that I couldn't even
cry. I HATED PICASA. They screwed not
only my blog, but my whole computer.
I had to resort to resetting my computer to
yesterday in order to get my look back. Plus
Rexy's Fetch post still needed a lot of work
to restore it. His header was gone and
needed to be reloaded and one of the side
images in his and my blog were gone.
I had to get it all fixed before anyone took
me up on my email and tried to look at it.
IT WAS LIKE INVITING PEOPLE OVER TO
A PARTY ONLY TO FIND THAT YOUR HOUSE
HAD BEEN RANSACKED BY SOMEONE YOU
HAD INVITED IN AND TRUSTED JUST WHEN
COMPANY WAS EXPECTED!
Even he knows the value and security of hard copy.
And he looks happy compared to me, but he's all
I've got that comes close to how I feel.
CHECKING ON A VISITOR SIGN IN THIS MORNING
I NOTICED THAT ONE OF MY BABY ALBUM IMAGES
WAS AGAIN MISSING. IT WAS THERE LAST NIGHT.
I AM GOING TO JUST GO AHEAD AND ADD IT TO
THE TOP AND HOPE FOR THE BEST.
mentioned that if I am going to have a blog for my
friends that I had an obligation to 'keep it up'.
I was stunned. I definitely agree and I have been
feeling a little guilty for letting it go, but I truly
didn't think that anyone was really interested.
Most of the 'hits' I get aren't from people I know.
The last time I talked to Andrea about the blogs,
she said that because of health issues that she
couldn't sit at the computer to read very often.
My daughter says she's too busy, Shirley says
that the print is too small for her to read, Nancy
won't even look at it under threat of....well you
get the picture. I went over all this in another
post previously entitled click on:
that she didn't check any of the boxes about
wanting to know more about anything and she
didn't leave any comments, but that I am so
pleased that she is interested and that really does
encourage me to post more often. Now that I
can get my pictures off my camera and into the
computer will definitely help.
Andrea asked me about Kyle and how his leg
was healing. He is doing just Great! He's in a
walking cast now and can even take it off for
I went to Ryan's baseball game for the 1st time
last Friday and Saturday. What a thrill to see
these small young boys play such a great game
with such concentration and purpose. This is
their first year at 10yrs old and they are
My stomach has been acting up again lately,
this has been going on since before Feb. when
I went to the E.R. (see Feb. post click on:
check it out and see how CUTE I look-sic!) so
I went in for upper and lower scopes. The tests
are a cinch with versaid (a short term memory
loss and anti anxiety drug-I am not sure of the
correct spelling). I also had a gallbladder US
which showed that I have stones, but I really
think that my symptoms are from my stomach.
I have an appointment with my surgeon
tomorrow (he did the scopes) and being a
surgeon he will suggest gallbladder removal,
but since I am a reluctant patient and NOT
convinced my problem is my gb he won't get
too far with me. I'll report what he finally says.
I have been doing tons of gardening lately and
enjoying every second. I plan on taking some
pictures tomorrow for SPRING to report on.
Check out her blog for the latest gardening
REXY is so thrilled that he got pictures of
himself on his blog and lets you know how
wonderful he is!!!
I am done for now, but check back often,
since I will be keeping up with my posting.
Blogging is relatively new to me. My main motive was to write about my experiences with family and friends and thereby keep everyone in the loop and for them to know what was going on with each individual or group. However the responses I've received about this simple undertaking have been quite astonishing. My daughter when asked if she had looked at my blog, responded "Oh, mom, I know all that stuff you wrote". But, when we looked at it together, she kept replying, "I didn't know that"! My friend Nancy avoided answering me when I asked if she had looked at it. Then finally at lunch she crossed her fingers in front of me and said "Enough already, I don't do blogs". What's THAT supposed to mean. Is it like I don't do books, or I don't do museums or movies? Blogs are so unique and different I couldn't quite understand, but saying so would have sounded like arguing. Finally I said to her, please, "It's like I just bought a new dress that I am quite proud of and you won't even LOOK at it. Would you please, just look at it? That's all I'm asking".
She agreed to look at it, but had 'lost' the address. I haven't sent it to her yet. Do you think that I am pouting? Hum. My friend Helen was quite excited for me that I took on such a splended new undertaking. I kissed her as tears threatened to well up in my eyes. After all, this blog has become my own creation and has taken on greater meaning to me than I originally intended. Helen then said that she thought maybe some people thought that I expected them to follow what I was writing on a regular day-to-day basis, becoming a responsiblilty. No, I protested! I just wanted them to look at it! -well maybe occasionally. My friend Shirley can't see small print, so she's not interested. Donna and her daughter Cassandra have shown an interest. My friend Aine doesn't have a computer so I printed it out and gave her a copy. She loves it.
Aine's daughter, Laura looked at it and said that she liked it.
My friend and vet, Erzsi, who sends me an annual Christmas letter, which I like because it keeps me update about her family life, says she won't look at it because she doesn't have time. I've emailed many others with the news and the blog address, but I don't know if any of them have looked. I've gotten more hits than I expected from such specifically personal ramblings, but I don't know who these people are or if they will ever return or even why they would.
" Will work for Alcohol Ink".
I never thought that I would scrapbook, that is too much like cut and paste with someone else's artwork. How little did I know. One day it just occurred to me-Stamping IS using someone else's artwork. I don't want to necessarily be an original purist, I just want to assemble creatively, so off to the scrapbooking venues with gusto, I went. To the stores, websites, card parties, I went for 12 x 12 papers, albums, and all and any ephemera I could get my hands on to make the perfect page. Now I am retired with a craft room that looks like a crap room jammed with STUFF for a lifetime and no money to buy MORE!!! Then my sweet daughter comes along and innocently suggests that I join Facebook, it is so much fun and keeps one in touch with friends almost daily rather than by the occassional email. So I did.
I immediately recognized that a line or two about me wasn't enough! I had to have more, so I explored blogging and here I am . Can't sleep, up all night learning electronic techniques. Must have more ideas! I roam from site to site for ways to enhance my pages. How do I get THAT background page template? How come they can put pictures mid blog. What's an Html? What's an URL? How many images (they are so much like pre colorized stamps) can I save to my documents before my computer crashes!
I go over each posting (blog) with intense care.
I refine daily.
I search other people's blogs for techniques. I haven't dressed for days. I GOTTA GET OUTA TOWN. Hey, I'm back. I LOVE it all.
p.s. Know any good techniques or interesting ways to do stuff?
I am the Friggin' Happiness Fairy.
I've sprinkled happy dust on you.
So Smile, dammit.
DVD based upon a book Happy for No Reason:
7 Steps to Being Happy from the Inside Out .
Available in paperback at Amazon.com, by
Marci Shimoff (Author), Carol Kline (Contributor)
Because the author's position is that happiness is
a self-help, bootstrap, inside job, my attention
Yes, I sent my money in and will receive the DVD
in time. Cost a lot because it's a contribution to
PBS. Well, that's as good a way to spend money
as anything else I've bought lately,
by her illness. She will be so very missed.
I did inherit her dog, not the one pictured here,
but Dexter, and her cat Zoe.
This is my dear friend Andrea and dog Max. Andrea and I have a long history together. We were widowed at about the same time and met in a very helpful group. Like me, Andrea's husband was enough friend for her so his loss was everything. I needed a friend too, so we got together. We've had a lot of fun over the years. We celebrate birthdays, holidays, and have gone to plays, garden tours and out to dinner many times. I have never been able to find it in another friend who likes to do all the same fun activities with the same passion as I do. For example this coming spring, again "who do I go Garden Touring with". Hopefully again this year my daughter will have time to go.
I would have been truly been 'broken hearted' if I couldn't complete this loving task for my grandsons since I am the only one with all the information. There are very old family pictures in which I am the only one who knows the stories behind these photos. I know that my friend Helen's life accumulating goal is to write her book. This event has led me to the curiousity of wondering what goal, not yet realized experience, or yearning keeps you alive