Lost inCyber Space

I must admit that I have been negligent in posting on a regular basis for some time now.  With everything going on in my little cyber world I find my computer time being pulled this way and that.  Facebook, emails and shared on-line games are all distractions for me and I must admit that I embraced them with my usual exuberance I have for all things new.  I tend to get distracted very easy when I find shiny new things.   I was told two different times,  once by a ceramics teacher and also by a  former  teacher (who retired after teaching art for over 45 years), that people who go from project to project and who get bored easily tend to be very artistic and crafty.  Not craft as in sly but crafty as in creative.  I don't know about that but I do know that I love to do crafts and artsy things.  I may not be good at them but I do enjoy them   So anyways, a few months ago, well maybe more than a few, I discovered Pinterest.  Boy, was that a mistake!  Not really!  The problem is that what should be a five minute glance seems to turn into a five hour marathon.  SIGH.  Well today while on my Pinterest  marathon I came across the neatest craft blog site.  I was totally thrilled with what Ann from  Make The Best Of Things had pinned on Pinterest. A tutorial on how to make plastic pieces look like rusted tin.  So of course, I had to follow the pin which took me to her blog where I spent a bit of time, I mean a lot of time,  going through her posts. I was so glad that happened because it reminded me how much I love to read blogs and how much I really have missed blogging.  So I am going to try to be faithful to my blog and all of my "Blogs That Make Me Go OH!" and will get back on the blogging train.  I will be  trying to  keep my feet on the ground, my fingers on the keys and will also try to keep from getting lost in cyber space.








 

I hate Swiss cheese!

It has been forever since I have posted anything on my blog.  Every once in a while I think I should go and post this or that, or think this would be a good thing, sad thing, funny thing, stupid thing or interesting thing to post. And then I promptly go to my computer or iPad turn it on  and get side tracked again.  I think I must be part Swiss....cheese that is...in my brain...cause it is  full of holes.  I am on FB now, but I don't tweet, text,  instant message or use my cell phone for anything other than making calls after I have punched in the phone number because I don't know how to put them into or bring them out of  the memory or phone book or whatever it is called.    This shows how my mind does not like new things. I have a hard enough time holding on to the stuff  that is already in there, without adding more stuff to confuse myself even more than I already am.  So although I know I have said it before, I really will try to post more often.  I promise! Now if I could only remember what I was going to talk about when I started this post. SIGH!!  I hate Swiss cheese!

OLD FOOL ON APRIL 1st.

It was so warm and sunny outside today that I wasn't at all bothered by the fact that I had to park some distance from the bank to deposit my pay cheque this morning. As I got out of the car and was grabbing a reusable carry bag (just in case) I heard whistling. "What is that??!!??" I thought to myself. "It's really a catchy tune". First I thought it was being blared over a broadcasting system by the mall and then I thought that is was from one of the trucks that were blocking a lane of through traffic . As I was walking toward the mall, the driver of the small van that was parked in front of the big truck, got in and started up his vehicle to drive away. The whistling stopped and I thought that he had some music playing while he had made his delivery in the mall and when he started up his very loud truck it drowned out the whistling. Who knew? Who cared? Not me that's for sure. There was traffic all over down there today. With so many delivery trucks and vans illegally parked so the drivers could make their deliveries in the mall, other drivers were playing chicken trying to get around the parked trucks and keep the traffic flowing. It was like playing a game of dodge ball when I tried to get across the road to the other side. Both myself and another lady ran like heck to avoid being hit by a senior that seemed to have lost her ability to read the STOP sign. Why stop?? The pedestrians will move....one way or the other. Anyway, I did make it across to the road in one piece and got into the bank ATM area and was able to get one of the machines without having to wait. Lucky me. The line up inside the bank was insane, and it was only 9:30 in the morning! So I'm at the ATM and pulled out my bank card and put it in the machine and I wait.....and wait....and wait.....and.....OH!..it probably would help if I put it in the right way wouldn't it!!??!! That's what the beeping was. I never realized that those machines made so much noise. So I turn my card around and put it in the machine correctly and punch in my code when I hear that whistling again. I looked beside me thinking it was the guy over there but he was looking at me with this look that said, "What' that?". What is that noise from??? DHUH....the noise is from my purse, or to be more exact, my new cell phone that is in my purse. . So I dig out my phone, say hello, and start laughing as I tell my dear Hubby John what an idiot I am. I just know he was rolling his eyes and yes, I am sure, laughing at me, but all he did was ask me, "Well what did you think the noise was?" I am still laughing at myself. That ring explains why the woman walking by me in the parking lot kept looking over at me. I guess I am still not used to having a cell phone and I think this is only the second call I have received on it. I am sure that eventually I will get used to my purse making noises. It's all good. Besides, today is April 1st and if nothing else, I proved that there is no fool like an old fool.

Welcome ToThe 21st Century

I am not exactly what you would call brilliant when it comes to technology of any kind. Oh I'm OK if there is an ON and a OFF button, but give me anything with more than that and I will probably screw it up. Like the TV remotes....notice the S at the end of the word? All I want is one, yes I said just 1; one, um, ein, un, ένας ,одно....No matter what language you write or say it in, it still means ONE! I hate having to push a hundred buttons on three remotes to turn on the DVD player. Then HJ comes in and gets all growlee because I screwed up his remotes. GEESE!!! If we had just ONE there wouldn't be a problem right? OFF & ON. Can it get any easier and simpler? No, well not unless you have a manservant who could do it for you. And don't think for a second that that isn't on my wish list for when I win the big one...hee...hee...hee..... But I digress. I started saying how I am technically challenged.....BIG TIME..... and with that being said I have an announcement to make. It appears that I have formerly entered the 21st century. Yep. I never in a thousand years thought I would have this happen to me but I am no longer century challenged. Just because of one little incident I can no longer be called an"old fashioned type of girl". What's that you say???? What's the BIG News??? Hubby John bought me a cell phone. It's a KOODO and it's small and has a little cover on it so I don't scratch it all up. Someone told me it is called a skin, not a cover...sorry.... The phone is for emergency use so it doesn't have call display and I have very limited monthly time on it. With such limited options it doesn't cost a lot. But being cheap like I am, that makes me happy. I learned how to turn it on, turn it off and plug it in to recharge. I can take pictures and video with it.....cool huh? It has ever so many ring tones to choose from and I can even do a custom tone if I want to. Hmmm....I am thinking of doing a custom ring where all my family yells..."IT'S YOUR PHONE MOM...ANSWER IT!". That way when I am shopping and hear voices talking to me I will know it's not JUST the voices in my head again, but it's my phone. (That will be a huge relief to me I can tell you!) HJ and all the kids have my cell number so they can call me anytime they want to. That's a good thing. So there ya go......I am now a modern woman....TA DA! I have entered the 21st century, I am strong, healthy, smart and no longer technically challenged. What a woman I am!!! .....Ummm.....I do have one question though.....what's my phone number?

I wish you a tank full.

A few weeks ago my car broke down at a very busy intersection. It just stopped. I didn't know what to do. I was on my way to meet my daughter Jaime for her doctors appointment. I was going to get to listen to my soon-to-be-born new baby grandson's heart beat. I was so looking forward to that. That was one thing I had never done before. Just imagine listening to a heart that hasn't been born yet. How cool is that? Anyway, I had no way of contacting Jaime to tell her I wouldn't be able to make it. I didn't want her worrying. I had no way of calling CAA or Hubby John for help. What was a poor old lady to do? I didn't know if I should walk the few blocks to the mall to find a phone. I didn't have cash on me but I did have my phone card. I didn't feel comfortable going to any of the nearby houses to ask to use their phone. You just never know what kind of weirdo your dealing with, and why should a stranger not think the same about me? What to do??? Should I just leave my car locked up while I went in search of help? What if the police came while I was gone and had it towed? What if someone hit it? It was a very busy corner with traffic, both car and pedestrians, everywhere. I asked a few people as they walked by if they had a cell phone I could use. Some said no, some ignored me completely. I was very upset because I just did not know what I should do. Then a very nice young man stopped his vehicle. He got out of his SUV, asked if I was OK, asked what happened to my car and then let me use his cell phone to call Hubby John. HJ said he would be there shortly and that he would contact Jaime so she wouldn't be worried about me not showing up at the doctors office. Then the young man positioned his vehicle to be used as a barrier behind mine. He had all kinds of emergency lights flashing, to warn other drivers of a problem. He told me to try to see if I could get my car to start. Back into my car I went. After what seemed like forever but was actually just a few minutes, I was able to get the car started and moved out of traffic. A few minutes later Jaime showed up to make sure I was OK. She couldn't stay or she would have been late. Off she went and a few minutes later Hubby John showed up. He diagnosed the problem as a frozen gas gauge. HJ was driving his work truck and it has a gas can in it that is used for the company generator so he was able to fill up the tank enough to get me moving. The car had enough gas now so that I would still make it in time to the doctors office (2 blocks away) and then home afterwards. I felt so dumb! I knew the gas was low when I left for work that morning. It was Thursday and payday and I had planned on filling up the tank that evening. Now don't get the wrong idea. I am not in the habit of letting the gas in my car get down too low. Sometimes I just forget to check during the week. I have never run out of gas before in the 25 odd years that I have been driving. But like the saying goes...NEVER SAY NEVER! Usually, if the gas indicator light comes on, if I have to, I can drive from my house to work and back again with no problem. This time when the light came on the car just stopped. Anyway, everything turned out OK. I am so thankful to that young man for his help. When it was all said and done and he knew help was on the way, that young man just got back into his vehicle and with a wave of his hand disappeared into the traffic flow. He was my knight in a dirty black SUV but his kindness shone through all that mud. Thank you kind knight wherever you are. I wish you a long life filled with happiness and joy and may your gas tank always be full.