I've been adding links to my blog, and I'm really happy with the way it's turned out. I've also created two additional blogs. What fun! I've foound a wealth of very handy and helpful resources for blogging. I've always enjoyed writing, and now it's even more fun. Doesn't get much better!!!

I'm really glad I took this weekend off. I didn't know how much I needed the down time. My feet are stil swollen; I slept with them elevated last night, and they weren't quite as bad this morning.

My Aunt Doris and her twin sister are 75 years old. Man, that's hard to believe. She is still working part time and doing well, which is a blessing. She's always been more of a mother to me than my own mother is or was. She always takes time to listen if I need to talk, and if I need prayer, she's right there, too.

Received in my e mail:

A few minutes before the church services started, the congregation was sitting in their pews and talking. Suddenly, Satan appeared at the front of the church. Everyone started screaming and running for the front entrance, trampling each other in a frantic effort to get away from evil incarnate.

Soon the church was empty except for one elderly gentleman who sat calmly in his pew without moving, seemingly oblivious to the fact that God's ultimate enemy was in his presence.

So Satan walked up to the man and said, "Do you know who I am?"

The man replied, "Yep, sure do."

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Satan asked.

"Nope, sure ain't," said the man.

"Don't you realize I can kill you with one word?" asked Satan.

"Don't doubt it for a minute," returned the old man, in an even tone.

"Did you know that I can cause you profound, horrifying agony for all eternity?" persisted Satan.

"Yep," was the calm reply.

"And you are still not afraid?" asked Satan.
"Nope," said the old man.

More than a little perturbed, Satan asked, "Why aren't you afraid of me?"
The old man calmly replied, "Been married to your sister for 48 years."

I've been adding links to my blog, and I'm really happy with the way it's turned out. I've also created two additional blogs. What fun! I've linked with Link2blogs.com, and I'm finding a wealth of very handy and helpful resources for blogging. I've always enjoyed writing, and now it's even more fun. Doesn't get much better!!!

I'm really glad I took this weekend off. I didn't know how much I needed the down time.

My feet are stil swollen; I slept with them elevated last night, and they weren't quite as bad this morning.

My Aunt Doris and her twin sister are 75 years old. Man, that's hard to believe. She is still working part time and doing well, which is a blessing. She's always been more of a mother to me than my own mother is or was. She always takes time to listen if I need to talk, and if I need prayer, she's right there, too.

Received in my e mail:

A few minutes before the church services started, the congregation was sitting in their pews and talking. Suddenly, Satan appeared at the front of the church. Everyone started screaming and running for the front entrance, trampling each other in a frantic effort to get away from evil incarnate.

Soon the church was empty except for one elderly gentleman who sat calmly in his pew without moving, seemingly oblivious to the fact that God's ultimate enemy was in his presence.

So Satan walked up to the man and said, "Do you know who I am?"

The man replied, "Yep, sure do."

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Satan asked.

"Nope, sure ain't," said the man.

"Don't you realize I can kill you with one word?" asked Satan.

"Don't doubt it for a minute," returned the old man, in an even tone.

"Did you know that I can cause you profound, horrifying agony for all eternity?" persisted Satan.

"Yep," was the calm reply.

"And you are still not afraid?" asked Satan.
"Nope," said the old man.

More than a little perturbed, Satan asked, "Why aren't you afraid of me?"
The old man calmly replied, "Been married to your sister for 48 years."

Who says there's no good customer service today? Many people complain about poor customer service. I have a positive customer service experience to share.

Some time ago, I purchased a computer game, Pretty Good Solitaire. Find it here. I've upgraded a couple of times, and never had any problems with the software until recently. The program contains 610 solitaire card games, and wouldn't you know one of the games (one of my favorites, no less) suddenly would not open. I kept getting an error message, then the game would close. Nothing I could do would fix it. I decided to contact customer support for help, so I wrote an e mail describing the problem.

The suggestion was made to delete the software and re-install it. I did so, with no luck. Then, per another suggestion in the same e mail response, I deleted some data files in my Application Data folder. Again, no change. The support person asked me what error message text I was getting. Oh my... I took a look at the detailed error report, and was prepared to transcribe it, verbatim to put in another e mail to support. Then I sent another e mail asking exactly what part of the detailed error report was likely to be needed. Today, I got another response that said I should turn off the Save Game feature and see if the game would load. I did that . . . and it worked like a charm. I quickly noted this in an e mail to the Support folks. I got another e mail from them saying I needed to find and delete another file in the Application Data folder, so I did that, and turned the Save Game option on again. Now, the game works just as it should, and I am so pleased. The support is just really solid; I really appreciate their courtesy, professionalism and patience. No rude words were ever exchanged. I definitely appreciate this experience; it's all too rare these days, it seems.

A side note (on a different topic): I've noticed I have been making more regular entries in my blog. I think a major reason is that since I've discovered I can add links to the blog, it just feels more like "mine." I guess it sounds silly, but that's how it feels.


Some years ago, I was exploring writing my autobiography and it occurs to me that maybe it would be a good idea to pick it up again just to see what happens. Lord knows, I'm in a much better place today than I was when I began work on it earlier, although some things (the loss of both of my grandmothers, for example) have been difficult in the interim. Hmmm...definitely food for thought.

This post is what inspired me to create Angelsong's Gems, my inspirational blog.

When my daughter was born, my fasther was so proud. He told me his plan was to start saving all the loose change he found, and when he had enough, he would buy her a dress. Sure enough, one day, he came over with a new dress for her, and he called it her "found dress." This was a sweet idea, and it meant all the more because he thought of it.

Some time ago, I came across this piece. It inspired my husband and me to have our own version of a pickle jar for Dylan. Shortly after his birth, we took four small jars and designated one each for nickels, dimes, quarters and pennies. We savd all out loose change in those jars. By now he has nearly $50. Someday, we will use the money for something special, perhaps a trip, or maybe he will use it for college himself.

From my e mail:

The Washington Post's Mensa Invitational once again asked readers to
take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or
changing one letter, and supply a new definition.

Here are this year's winners. None of them get through spell check.

1. Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you
realize it was your money to start with.

2. Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.

3. Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops
bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows
little sign of breaking down in the near future.

4. Foreploy: Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of
getting laid.

5. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the
subject financially impotent for an indefinite period.

6. Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.

7. Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person
who doesn't get it.

8. Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.

9. Hipatitis: Terminal coolness.

10. Osteopornosis: A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)

11. Karmageddon: It's like, when everybody is sending off these bad
vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a
serious bummer.

12. Decafalon (n.): The grueling event of getting through the day
consuming only things that are good for you.

13. Glibido: All talk and no action.

14. Dopeler effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when
they come at you rapidly.

15. Arachnoleptic fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after
you've accidentally walked through a spider web.

16. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your
bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.

17. Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a worm in
the fruit you're eating.


And the pick of the literature:

18. Ignoranus: A person who's both stupid and an asshole.

I think this is what inspired me to create my original Firefox Tips Blog. I may yet re-do it....

I had a terrible case of acid reflux as I began eating dinner. I had to leave the table for a bit. I'll spare you the details. Later, I went to bed, and was nearly asleep, when I started feeling chills. I was under blankets, and the room was not cold, but I felt as though I was cold from the inside out. Like my bones were cold. I did not have fever. I began to shiver, and my teeth chattered. My husband put extra blankets (every one we have) on the bed. Still I shivered. Then, just as I thought it was beggining to ease...CRAMPS in my thigh muscles, almost at my hips. I was rolling all over the bed, trying to get them to stop, and it hurt so bad, I put my face in the pillows and yelled. The cats both freaked. Immediately, they jumped on the bed, and Darla was walking back and forth on my back. Duchess was trying to paw through my hair to see my face. Neither of them would budge from the bed. My husband turned the heat up to maximum, then came and laid down beside me and held me. I eventually did stop shaking, and went to sleep. My husband, bless him, was sleeping beside me when I got up this morning, and he told me when he woke that he had stayed up until 5:30 AM, to watch over me in case I had another attack like that.

I got up during the night for the bathroom, and I was very weak. I was also covered in sweat. My husband helped me get up and back to bed safely.

I finally received my last birthday gift from my in-laws. It was mailed well before my birthday but didn't arrive until yesterday. It contained some things for me, some things for Jay, and some to share.

Jay's dad is in the Reserves, and was in Hawaii in January for some training. He got the items there. The package contained (per an enclosed note from my mother-in-law):

a Kukui nut lei (small white shells and black lacquered Kukui nuts); a cowrie shell lei (small white shells of various shapes) for me; pineapple-orange hard candies and some preserved plums (with pits inside) to share; a small shell lei and a T shirt for Jay; a military patch and guidebook for the military in the islands for him as well; a DVD of photos; and a newspaper from Honolulu.

I've wanted to go to Hawaii since I saw "Pearl Harbor." Now, I want to go more than ever. I've never owned a lei before, and these shell leis are gorgeous, plus they will not wilt or die. Jay says his family never used to do things like this for his ex on her birthday, and they've always done thoughtful things for me that they never did for the ex. My mother- and sister-in-law even called long distance on my birthday to sing Happy Birthday. It's a wonderful family to be part of.

She's one step closer... I got a call yesterday from my daughter Lauren. She arrived at the halfway house safely on Tuesday afternoon, and she says she will likely have to be there three months. She's fine, if a little frustrated with the pay phone (she has a prepaid phone card, and is alllowed 10 minutes on the phone.)

It is so good to be able to hear her voice. She was happy when I told her we are going to delay having Dylan's birthday party until she can attend. I will see her on Saturday, and we will be able to spend two hours visiting.

I'm going to encourage her to take full advantage of all the assistance the staff there can offer her.

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The difficult I do immediately. The impossible takes until after lunch...

I have to say, I never knew a birthday could be so much fun. My husband knows how to make a birthday special. When I got up yesterday morning, he greeted me with some wrapped presents and two birthday cards. One of each was from him; the others were from my grandson, Dylan.

He had picked Dylan up last week (without my knowing) and took him shopping at the mall. They went to a Hallmark store, and Jay put Dylan on the floor next to a display of Teddy Bears. Then, he put three teddy bears on the floor a short distance from Dylan...who then crawled over to the bear he liked most, four times! That's how he chose my Valentine's present! The clerks in the store were tickled at the "decision maker." They chuckled at the whole thing. Jay gave Dylan a pen, and he "signed" both my birthday and Valentine cards. Needless to say, both of those cards will be kept forever. It was so touching, it made me cry...but the tears were not sad. The only sad part was missing my grandmother, whose 91st birthday would have been on the 11th of February. I got my Valentine's presents on Sunday, while Dylan was here to help Jay give them to me; normally, I get my Valentine's presents in the morning, and birthday presents in the evening. Never do I get them "combined". Jay says they should always be separate.

Jay also showed Dylan a samll silver treasure chest on a stand. Dylan's comment: "Ahhdah". Approval to purchase. This treasure chest is engraved with the words, "the love between a grandmother and grandchild is a priceless treasure." Inside, there is a small frame. Jay took Dylan's very first baby picture, and had it reduced in size to fit into the frame. He took another photo from our album of Dylan's photos and reduced it to fit into the bottom of the chest. On the underside of the chest is a chain to hold charms; the charm is a baby's footprint in silver.

From Jay, I got a silver and gold heart pendant on a delicate gold link chain from the same jeweler we bought our wedding rings from. Every good piece of jewelry I own comes from that store.

From both Dylan and Jay, I got a collection of Red Skelton DVDs, "Titanic" on DVD, and "The Notebook", also on DVD. "The Notebook" is a gem of a film. Jay sent me an e card while he was out during the morning, and I have it for my wallpaper.

So, I'm thinking: "not bad for a birthday." Jay: "But the day's not over yet." Midafternoon: "I have to go run an errand. I'll be back." Meanwhile, I'm working. Jay is gone....and gone....and gone. Finally, he is home again. He's making noise in the kitchen, but since he usually cooks dinner when I'm working, I thought nothing of it.

Just as I got off work, my dad called to say "happy birthday." It's interesting. My mother (the one person in the entire world who should, logically, remember) rarely remembers my birthday; my father has never forgotten. It's kind of a tradition for him to call on my birthday now. I don't know if he calls my brothers or not, but it makes me feel like "daddy's little girl", which is kinda neat. After we chatted for a while, I checked my email, to find several greetings from friends. Then dinner. Jay made "real" mashed potatoes (not instant), and he used a hand masher, not the mixer...because he didn't want to make any noise that would give anything away. He added corn and barbecued boneless beef ribs tender enough to cut with a fork. Dessert made me LAUGH. He had bought an individual size white birthday cake, (the reason he was gone so long in the afternoon was that he had to wait for the cake to be baked and decorated) with white icing and a small pink rose on it. He put five candles (all that would safely fit) on the cake, and lit them. When he brought the cake to the table, he sang "happy birthday", and took a picture as I blew out the candles. I was pleased that I blew them all out with one breath, and I got ready to cut the cake....and the candles re-lit!! Again, I blew them out....and they re-lit. By this time, I'm laughing so hard, I can't blow them out if I had to, plus I'm about to hyperventilate. Jay finally had to put them into a glass of water to extinguish them. Jay says he still owes me a dinner "out", but I don't really mind if we don't go out to eat. Jay says his family is sending "a package" of some sort; it may be here today or tomorrow.

We watched "The Notebook" together. It was a grand day! It is so wonderful to be so loved. My ex NEVER put that kind of thought into my birthday.

I don't care much for the commercialism of the day, which seems to have grown geometrically since I was a child. But I do like the day. Why? Simple: it's my birthday. It's always been kind of special to be a Valentine myself. My husband always separates my birthday presents from my Valentine's presents, which is neat. And the gifts are always well thought out and carefully chosen.

This year, for Valentine's, I got two white stuffed bears. One of them holds a box of chocolates, and is from my little grandson, who picked it out himself, with a little help from "grampy." The other holds a red heart reading, "Bear Hugs" from my husband, whose nickname is "Bear." I also got some dvd's. Red Skelton, and Titanic for Valentine's day. I got two cards, one of which is "signed" by Dylan. It made me cry, of course. That one, needless to say, will be kept forever. I'm sentimental that way.

For my Birthday: I got two cards, one of which was again signed by Dylan. I got a heart pendant, and a treasure box engraved with "The love between a grandmother and grandchild is a priceless treasure." with two pictures of my Dylan inside. More tears. Another set of dvd's. Red Skelton and "The Notebook." It's been a wonderful day.

OK. some of this is repeating the above, but here goes:

I have to say, I never knew a birthday could be so much fun. My husband knows how to make a birthday special. When I got up yesterday morning, he greeted me with some wrapped presents and two birthday cards. One of each was from him; the others were from my grandson, Dylan.

He had picked Dylan up last week (without my knowing) and took him shopping at the mall. They went to a Hallmark store, and Jay put Dylan on the floor next to a display of Teddy Bears. Then, he put three teddy bears on the floor a short distance from Dylan...who then crawled over to the bear he liked most, four times! That's how he chose my Valentine's present! The clerks in the store were tickled at the "decision maker." They chuckled at the whole thing. Jay gave Dylan a pen, and he "signed" both my birthday and Valentine cards. Needless to say, both of those cards will be kept forever. It was so touching, it made me cry...but the tears were not sad. The only sad part was missing my grandmother, whose 91st birthday would have been on the 11th of February. I got my Valentine's presents on Sunday, while Dylan was here to help Jay give them to me; normally, I get my Valentine's presents in the morning, and birthday presents in the evening. Never do I get them "combined". Jay says they should always be separate.

Jay also showed Dylan a samll silver treasure chest on a stand. Dylan's comment: "Ahhdah". Approval to purchase. This treasure chest is engraved with the words, "the love between a grandmother and grandchild is a priceless treasure." Inside, there is a small frame. Jay took Dylan's very first baby picture, and had it reduced in size to fit into the frame. He took another photo from our album of Dylan's photos and reduced it to fit into the bottom of the chest. On the underside of the chest is a chain to hold charms; the charm is a baby's footprint in silver.

From Jay, I got a silver and gold heart pendant on a delicate gold link chain from the same jeweler we bought our wedding rings from. Every good piece of jewelry I own comes from that store.

From both Dylan and Jay, I got a collection of Red Skelton DVDs, "Titanic" on DVD, and "The Notebook", also on DVD. "The Notebook" is a gem of a film. Jay sent me an e card while he was out during the morning, and I have it for my wallpaper.

So, I'm thinking: "not bad for a birthday." Jay: "But the day's not over yet." Midafternoon: "I have to go run an errand. I'll be back." Meanwhile, I'm working. Jay is gone....and gone....and gone. Finally, he is home again. He's making noise in the kitchen, but since he usually cooks dinner when I'm working, I thought nothing of it.

Just as I got off work, my dad called to say "happy birthday." It's interesting. My mother (the one person in the entire world who should, logically, remember) rarely remembers my birthday; my father has never forgotten. It's kind of a tradition for him to call on my birthday now. I don't know if he calls my brothers or not, but it makes me feel like "daddy's little girl", which is kinda neat. After we chatted for a while, I checked my email, to find several greetings from friends. Then dinner. Jay made "real" mashed potatoes (not instant), and he used a hand masher, not the mixer...because he didn't want to make any noise that would give anything away. He added corn and barbecued boneless beef ribs tender enough to cut with a fork. Dessert made me LAUGH. He had bought an individual size white birthday cake, (the reason he was gone so long in the afternoon was that he had to wait for the cake to be baked and decorated) with white icing and a small pink rose on it. He put five candles (all that would safely fit) on the cake, and lit them. When he brought the cake to the table, he sang "happy birthday", and took a picture as I blew out the candles. I was pleased that I blew them all out with one breath, and I got ready to cut the cake....and the candles re-lit!! Again, I blew them out....and they re-lit. By this time, I'm laughing so hard, I can't blow them out if I had to, plus I'm about to hyperventilate. Jay finally had to put them into a glass of water to extinguish them. Jay says he still owes me a dinner "out", but I don't really mind if we don't go out to eat. Jay says his family is sending "a package" of some sort; it may be here today or tomorrow.

We watched "The Notebook" together. It was a grand day! It is so wonderful to be so loved. My ex NEVER put that kind of thought into my birthday. I used to dread my birthday. Now, I look forward to it; I think Jay has as much fun planning as I do esperiencing the surprises. He says he usually starts thinking about my birthday in mid-December, which is a good trick, given that some of our Christmas preparations are happening at about that time.