What I failed to recognize (he said) was that the IRON can be integrated into the home network with the ICOOK, IWASH, and ICLEAN. This unfortunately activated the INAG app......which led to the IHOSPITAL.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
IPOD, IPHONE, IPAD, IRON
I'm just trying to stay up with technology, so for Mother's Day, I got an IPHONE....it is wonderful. Who wouldn't love it!
We celebrated our anniversary in June, and my husband made me very happy when he bought me an IPAD
I celebrated my birthday this week, and my family got me the IPOD TOUCH
King Ron saved the best for last, and told me that his special gift to me was the IRON
It was around 5:00pm when the fight started........
What I failed to recognize (he said) was that the IRON can be integrated into the home network with the ICOOK, IWASH, and ICLEAN. This unfortunately activated the INAG app......which led to the IHOSPITAL.
What I failed to recognize (he said) was that the IRON can be integrated into the home network with the ICOOK, IWASH, and ICLEAN. This unfortunately activated the INAG app......which led to the IHOSPITAL.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
February 8, 2011 HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH
I blinked my eyes, and......wow.....34 years later, you are no longer just my daughter. You have also become a granddaughter, a sister, a wife, a mother.....and a best friend.
Be strong. Be intelligent. Smile.
Know that beauty has everything to do with how you feel about yourself and nothing to do with looks or other people's opinions. Never do anything just because everyone else is. Always be true to yourself. Expect the best from life and that's what you'll get.
Believe in magic and wish on stars.
Love and trust and be compassionate.
Make faces. Play in mud puddles. Take bubble baths.
Turn off all the lights and watch lightning storms.
Dance, laugh, cry, and sing when you want to.
Read everything you can get your hands on.
Stand up for what is right especially if you stand alone. Don't allow yourself or people around you to tolerate prejudices of any kind.
Don't be afraid to try something new.
Do something daring at least once a week.
Run through snow drifts. Spin in circles and roll down hills. Pet puppies, hold kittens, and talk to babies.
Stay up to watch the sunrise.
Never apologize for being a woman or for being yourself.
Never forget that I love you , no matter how far apart we are, you will always be my daughter.
I'LL LOVE YOUR FOREVER
I'LL LIKE YOU FOR ALWAYS,
AS LONG AS I'M LIVING
MY BABY YOU'LL BE.
Sarah's favorite place to celebrate her birthday is the Japanese steak house.
Landon's first visit there was priceless!!!
A fun time was had by all.
The evening was topped off by Sarah blowing our her 34 candles.
Fast forward..........5 years......
Yep, today is Sarah's 39th birthday!
Today.....February 5th, 2016
You are still wearing those high heels.
New precious addition (Katelyn) to your family. I think she is gonna give you.....what you gave us!!!!!
You are as beautiful and smart today, as you were 5 years ago.... actually, you are wiser!
You go, girl!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ♥
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Tweet, twitter, twit
When I bought my Blackberry I thought about the 30-year business I ran with 1800 employees, all without a cell phone that plays music, takes videos, pictures and communicates with Facebook and Twitter. I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids, their spouses, 13 grandkids and 2 great grand kids could communicate with me in the modern way I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.
That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and something that sends every message to my cell phone and every other program within the texting world.
My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.
The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it's red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife and everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. I had to take my hearing aid out to use it, and I got a little loud.
I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside that gadget was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-u-lating." You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light. Then if I made a right turn instead. Well, it was not a good relationship.
When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.
To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordless phones in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still haven't figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have to run around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty laundry baskets when the phone rings.
The world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time I check out just knocks me for a loop. I bought some of those cloth reusable bags to avoid looking confused, but I never remember to take them in with me.
Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?" I just say, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual." Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank look.
I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, No, but I do toot a lot."
P.S. I know some of you are not over 50. I sent it to you to allow you to forward it to those who are.
That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and something that sends every message to my cell phone and every other program within the texting world.
My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.
The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it's red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife and everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. I had to take my hearing aid out to use it, and I got a little loud.
I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside that gadget was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-u-lating." You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light. Then if I made a right turn instead. Well, it was not a good relationship.
When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.
To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordless phones in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still haven't figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have to run around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty laundry baskets when the phone rings.
The world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time I check out just knocks me for a loop. I bought some of those cloth reusable bags to avoid looking confused, but I never remember to take them in with me.
Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?" I just say, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual." Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank look.
I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, No, but I do toot a lot."
P.S. I know some of you are not over 50. I sent it to you to allow you to forward it to those who are.
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