No More Hi-Tech Toys!

Here I sit in one of my favorite places, Paradise Bakery! What's not to like about that? My kids left for the airport on their way back to Houston. But first, we stopped here for breakfast, and the main reason, being certain my lap top was Wi Fi ready! After two days of running updates and deleting unused and unwanted programs, I am up and running. I have a new toy! Dave said, it was an old one and he's right there. But here I am, doing something that has only been in my thinking, for a couple of years.

Another thing they worked on, was the TV. Hmmm, I didn't realize I had a dvd and remarked about the fact, and was told I did. Kris asked, "What's that box in the table there?" To my complete surprise, I found it to be a dvd and cd player, as well as a radio etc! Everything plays through the TV and the surround sound speakers! I have never used it. Dave told me, "Mom you are not getting anymore hi-tech toys, until you learn to use the ones you already have!" It's work in progress, but here I am with one of those toys! Now for the dvd!? It only takes three remotes, like I'm going to get that? Bob, family friend, came over after taking the kids to the airport and hooked up the cable for video and had it working. All I have to do is to remember which remote is for which function? WISH ME LUCK!
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HELP!

HELP!!!!!!!!!! WHAT IS GOING ON WITH FORMATTING? I KNOW IT IS PROBABLY SOMETHING VERY SIMPLE, BUT I AM AT A LOSS. THE LAST TWO ENTRIES ARE REALLY MESSED UP, AND NOT AT ALL THE FORMATTING USED, ESPECIALLY THE POEM!

Home - - - -By Edgar A. Guest

I have decided to include this very important poem on my blog for future and easier reference.

It takes a heap o' livin' in a house t' make it

home,

Aheap o' sun an' shadder, an' ye sometimes

have t' roam

Afore ye really 'preciate the things ye lef

behind,

An' hunger fer 'em somehow, with 'em allus

on yer mind.

It don't make any differunce how rich ye get

t' be,

How much yer chairs an' tables cost, how great

yer luxury;

It ain't home t' ye, though it be the palace of a

king,

Until somehow yer soul is sort o' wrapped round

everything.

Home ain't a place that gold can buy or get up

in a minute;

Afore it's home there's got t' be a heap o' livin'

in it;

Within the walls there's got t' be some babies

born, and then

Right there ye've got t' bring 'em up t' women

good, an' men;

And gradjerly, as time goes on, ye find ye

wouldn't part

With anything they ever used__they've grown

into yer heart:

The old high chairs, the playthings, too, the

little shoes they wore

Ye hoard; an' if ye could ye'd keep the thumb-

marks on the door.

Ye've got t' weep t' make it home, ye've got t'

sit an' sigh

An' watch beside a loved one's bed, an' know

that Death is nigh;

An' in the stillness o' the night t' see Death's

angel come,

An' close the eyes o

her that smiled, an' leave

her sweet voice dumb.

Fer these are scenes that grip the heart, an'

when yer tears are dried

Ye find the home is dearer than it was, an'

sanctified;

An' tuggin' at ye always are the pleasant

memories

O' her that was an' is no more--ye can't escape

from these.

Ye've got t' sing an' dance fer years, ye've got

t' romp an' play,

An' learn t' love the things ye have by usin' 'em

each day;

Even the roses ' round the porch must blossom

year by year

Afore they "come a part o' ye, suggestin'

someone dear

Who used t' love 'em long ago, an' trained ' em

jes' t' run

The way they do, so's they would get the early

mornin' sun;

Ye've got t' love each brick an' stone from

cellar up t' dome:

It takes a heap o' livin' in a house t' make it

home.

Trial and Error!

I don't know what I am doing wrong. I've been trying to edit my last blog and it is not allowing me to change anything. I've spent enough time for now, will come back to it later. Why do I make everything so difficult? Trial and Error. . .

Pictures and Memories - Carlsbad, CA

Carlsbad, CA. A trip that almost was not. Although the trip had been planned months in advance, sometimes things just do not work as planned. It was a few weeks out and my sister and travel companion became ill, and was not going to be able to join me on the trip. In hopes that something would change, I did not cancel. This was one of those resorts you cannot frequent more than once in four years. I was hoping against hope. Everyone I knew already had plans for that week. At the last minute I went for a long shot, and called a dear friend in Lincoln, NE on the outside chance she could make the trip. She and I have been life-long friends, though miles apart. Over the years we have had many trips together. We grew up in the same town, attended the same church and school, graduated, married about a month apart, worked in the same office while our husbands were serving in the Armed Forces and we had our first child within a month of each other. But it was only a few years later that we became separated by miles when we moved to Arizona. But we have managed to keep our friendship intact. I wasn't able to give her much time for a decision, but after deliberating about it for a day or two, she agreed. I couldn't have been more pleased. She flew to Phoenix and then together we drove to CA. giving us lots of time for chatting. We had lots of catching up to do. The resort was beautiful, our time there was packed to the brim with activities everyday. But like all good things, it too ended. But now, we have still another memory, of time shared on this special vacation!

Black Dots - Surfers Carlsbad, CA

Wilma Carlsbad, CA

Wilma and CJ Carlsbad, CA

Wilma and CJ Carlsbad, CA

Flower Fields - Carlsbad, CA

CJ Carlsbad, Ca 2011

Someone is Hiding My Stuff!

It's been so long since I have been to my blog, I had to go through trial and error to find Dashboard. But didn't give up and here I am. What a day I'm having! Not a bad day, just really frustrating at times. This is how it started. Got up about seven fifteen, brought Max downstairs and let him outside, then I put my coffee on. When it was ready I poured my first cup and took it to the computer to check on e-mail. Went to fb first.

My daughter, Michelle sent me on my first mission by mentioning a poem, "It takes a Heap O Living to Make a House a Home." She commented not knowing the author. This was a favorite of her Grandmother Dutton's and she quoted from it often. That sent me off on the first quest, finding the book, the author, and the poem within! I knew it was in the office upstairs, and also knew it had been some time since I had seen it or even thought about it for that matter. The title : Collected Verse of Edgar A. Guest. I finally also located the poem. Helps if you know the title. I thought it was the same as the first line but not the case. It's title is just the word "Home." Of course, after locating said book and checking for that particular poem, I became interested in others and before I knew it I had been reading for over an hour! I am now keeping the book on my computer desk for further circumspection.

My next quest was not so easy, in fact, I have not found what I was looking for. This all began shortly after being on fb, because I then went to email. Yesterday, I received a video of three young Italian men, fourteen and fifteen years of age. They sang O Solo Mia (sp). Outstanding voices for being so young! My thoughts were, Am I watching what might well be the world's next renowned Three Tenors? I think I listened to the video at least three times last night and then a couple more times this morning, which brought to mind my CD of "The Three Tenors!" I carried it in the car, but couldn't remember the last time I played it. I went to the car in search of it, oh no! I opened the glove box and wanted to quickly shut it before the stuffings all fell out. That's where the story begins, by first having to clear out the glove box and go through all the STUFF! My glove box is now clean, but I found no CD's. hummmm. Next logical place was the consol box between the seats. It was almost as bad as the glove box and the CD's were not there either. Now I had STUFF that I had taken from the boxes to file, one of those things was the title to the car! After filing, my search began in the upstairs office and then continued in cabinates downstairs! You see where I'm going with this? I still don't know where those CD's are, but I know a lot of places where they aren't!

What really frustrates me is I know that sometime this past year I saw them and thought, "These CD's should be in the car." Now, if I can remember seeing them, why oh why, can't I remember where I was when I had the thought! I know someone is hiding my STUFF! And why is it that when I start some little task, it always leads to mulitple jobs?