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Monday, January 31, 2011

#116- EVERYTHING HAPPENS TO ME!

A month ago when I was first pulling together my birthday blog I started on an interesting and frustrating cyber adventure.  All I wanted to do was add a song to the piece.   First I tried to add it to my original piece.  You know something SOFTLY playing in the background as people stroll through my life. 

Well, it became a nightmare!
The first attempt was in the middle of the night as I struggled to understand the instructions (instructions I might add, written by someone who did not have in mind the type of techno-idiot trying to follow said "techno geek" type instructions).  Finally, I clicked on a button that sent an UGLY “RED” PLAYER to the TOP of my birthday segment.  It was awful!  And it had absolutely NO songs on the play list.  I struggled until 2 in the morning and finally got the darned thing off (only I didn’t write down any of the things I did).   
Then,  January 25th I was trying again.  Stubborn?  Who me?  You bet your sweet “bippy” I am!  Determined to succeed I plunged headlong down the path to madness again.  The results were much the same.  Only I failed to understand that I had only put the player on a single new page not on my entire blog as a gadget (which. like an idiot, was my original intention).  
Again,  I worked for hours, on into the wee hours of the morning, and could not get the thing off my blog.  I started making comments on my own blog so my followers would understand what was happening.  My eyes were red (and so was my rear I'm sure)!
Couldn't find a clip art on red rears (that I could post anyway).









$#*! HOW DO I GET THIS )@^^ THING OFF OF HERE!

H E L P! I’ve tried everything. That's what I get for messing around with something I know nothing about.
By Out of My Mind on Listen to Eveything Happens To Me on 1/26/1









I went to design and it doesn't even show up. I DON'T WANT IT HERE! Awh, mannnnnnn!

When I went to my blog the next morning this is what I found:
I thought this was a new post, but then I saw your comments haha!

But more to the point this next one made me crack up:
Remove the post ? maybe? By M on Listen to Eveything Happens To Me on 1/26/11

Well, DUH! What a Maroon!  I was so sure that I had posted the entire thing on my entire blog that I never thought to pop in and delete the darned thing in the first place.  So that is what I did.

"Now, THAT was fun!  Did
you see her face when she discovered
what we did?  Talk about lol!
But, here is the more interesting part. Everything Happens To Me, was not on my play list.  HONEST!  And the word Everything was spelled without an "r"  (it is spelled right on the playlist site).  So, I’m, thinking it’s that old Computer Related Attacks by Poltergeists (C.R.A.P.) again!

Now, dare I try again? You bet!


kt 2/2011



















Sunday, January 30, 2011

#115-SUNDAY'S SONG (When The Rain Comes by Third Day)

I TURN TO MUSIC TO BE CLOSER TO GOD.  THERE ARE SOME WONDERFUL SONGS OUT THERE.  YOU'LL NOTICE THAT SO MANY OF THE SONGS ADDRESS PROBLEMS AND HARD TIMES.  HE NEVER PROMISED US THERE WOULD BE NO CHALLENGES IN LIFE.   SOMETIMES, NO OFTEN, WE GET ANGRY AND BLAME GOD WHEN THINGS GO WRONG.

WE ARE NOT PUPPETS ON A STRING TO BE MANIPULATED BY OUR FATHER.  USUALLY IT IS A CHOICE WE MADE OR THE CHOICES OF OTHERS FOISTED UPON US, THAT PUTS US IN A BAD PLACE.  kt2011

Saturday, January 29, 2011

#114-AND I QUOTE: “Eweuuuuuuu!”

Woops there goes another
rubber tree plant!

-         When I was in college at San Jose State I had a beautiful rubber tree plant, BUT one of my “room mates” had a cat.  Now, this cat (much to my dismay) apparently heard the word flowerpot and zeroed in on the word POT because that is what she used it for!

She refused to use her sand box.  She, (being a persnicity feline) preferred the natural earthier comode provided
by the unwitting plant's owner.  The “ROOM MATE” would scoop out the more disgusting part of the cat’s deposits, however this left the foul odor to contend with.  ‘THE ROOM MATE” (who was becoming less popular as the days wore on) would occasionally scoop out some dirt and pour in some fresh soil (didn’t help much).



Finally the end of the semester came and we all headed home.  She with her cat, and I with a sickly plant (and a friend who was going to stay with me).  The plant was placed on the back seat of my small car along with most of our stuff.  We had to drive with the windows down because of the stench coming from the plant (but I was determined to get her home, repot her, and once again have a beautiful, flourishing rubber tree plant).

Halfway home I got sleepy and my friend volunteered to drive for me.  She had never driven
a Renault before (it was a cute, small, rear engine, French car that got great gas mileage).  
We were about to experience what it was like to FLIP a cute, small, rear engine, French car that got great gas mileage.

Debbie was changing lanes only to discover that there was a crack between the two lanes.  When the small tires momentarily caught on the crack it caused the car to swerve.  When Renne’ (that’s what I called my car)  swerved Debbie over corrected and the little car darted quickly to the left (toward the center median).  The die was cast.  A witnesses said, “One minute she was traveling down the road then she went into a zigzag.  Before I could blink she went right into the grassy part and flipped!”

I was sleeping and rudely awakened by a scream.  When I opened my eyes I was sitting with my feet hanging out the front window with dirt all over me.  

Debbie and I were fine, but the car wasn’t (neither were my Mom and Dad.  You see this was the second time they had to pick me up after an accident on the way home from college = another story).

Since my friend and I had a few hours to kill (waiting for my parents to drive up the coast road) we went to a movie.  First, we went to the restroom to wash up.  It was then that I noticed that Debbie had dirt in her ear.  In fact she had it all over.  About the same time she noticed I was covered, also.  At the same time we BOTH knew where all of that dirt came from (THE PLANT) and squealed, “Eweuuuuuuu!” simultaneously!

You should have seen the looks of the patrons visiting the restroom as we stripped and washed every inch of our bodies!  We never even got to see the movie.  We were too busy trying to dry our clothes (and that was before they had hand blow dryers)!

Oh, yes, "The plant?" you ask.  I have heard stories of an extremely large rubber tree plant growing on on the median somewhere outside of San Louis Obispo.

And, "The room mate?" you wonder.  Me too, never saw her again (by design).
(Wait, aaah, Joy, if you are reading this I really didn't mean that last comment, honest!)


OK, here's my chance to try something new.  
Is this story 100% true, partly true, or a total fabrication?  
Let me know what you think when you comment.










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Thursday, January 27, 2011

#112-THURSDAY'S PICK (April)


I love reading people's comments.  Therefore,  have decided to feature comment(s) on Thursdays.  Of course this will fall FLAT if you guys aren't making comments!  This is no longer an issue.  In fact, I have so many wonderful comments to choose from that I am having a hard time keeping up.  THANK YOU!  ALL OF YOU!
BY THE WAY, APRIL JUST STARTED BLOGGING.  WAY TO GO APRIL.  LETS ALL GIVE HER A WELCOMING HUG BY DROPPING BY HER SITE AND ENCOURAGING HER!
                                     confessionsofaterriblemom.blogspot.com

By 
ape2016 on #74-THE LAST SANTA on 12/20/10
I believed until I was 12. I was very determined to believe and (since I couldn't stand most other kids) I wasn't inclined to listen to what they said. I mean they had already tried to impart some sex ed and that was so bizarre as to be unbelievable (who knew!?). I wanted my kids to believe for the longest time, so I have always gone above and beyond and my two youngest still believe. My oldest who is 12 found out last year simply because she wouldn't stop being nosy. One year, we lived in a big, nice house with a huge yard- this was quite an experience since we had always lived in apartments and trailers. I was determined to make the most of it. We watched The Polar Express repeatedly that season, and when Christmas Eve came I put the kids to bed and set to work. My parents helped me and we had a blast. First, we had to eat the cookies left for Santa and have some milk, making sure to leave lip prints on the glass. We always left apples and carrots for the reindeer outside, 
so my dad took huge bites out of the apples (to imitate a reindeer bite) and we munched the carrots, leaving lots of dropped bits (reindeer are messy eaters). I took dirt and mud and made hoof prints on the porch and down into the yard. I used 2 boards, evenly spaced to simulate sleigh tracks in the yard and the final touch was 4 shiny silver sleigh bells that 'fell' off Santa's sleigh in the yard. Luckily, there was a bell for each child. The kids were so excited and even though there is some proof of Santa each year, this is the one the kids always talk about. Isn't it amazing what parents will do to preserve magic for a child?
You left out something that would have really convinced them:
kt 1/22/11