Ashley & Kellen
Okay, here's another picture of Ashley & Kellen at the shower. Someone asked him to kiss her so they could take the picture, I think. This was when he was "moving in for the...ummm, well...moving in on the target" : )
Okay, here's another picture of Ashley & Kellen at the shower. Someone asked him to kiss her so they could take the picture, I think. This was when he was "moving in for the...ummm, well...moving in on the target" : )
Well, by "various things" I mean I'm actually trying to work on something but I find I only want to work on it so long before I take a break! So for one thing, I thought I'd post a photo from a wedding shower I went to on Sunday afternoon. Kellen and Ashley will be getting married in around 6 weeks. I met Kellen first when he was around 10 or 11 I think. Our families are friends. So it was good to be able to be there. We're happy for him, and of course for Ashley as well. : ) While I was at the shower, Doug was outside with one of our other friends, Brian, and his son Andrew, flying Doug's big 13 and a half foot delta conyne kite. Sounds like they all had fun. A delta conyne, for those of you who don't know, is a really cool kite that's easy to fly. It combines the structure of a conyne (or box kite) with the wings of a delta kite. This isn't your old childhood diamond shaped kite you couldn't get to fly. It really has some pull to it. It almost launches by itself. Once you have the kite it's rather cheap entertainment : ) Sometimes it's possible to lean back and have the pull of the kite (from the wind) keep you from falling backward. After flying it for awhile, and the work of pulling it down...it came right up to Andrew and he was able to reach out and get it with his hand. After they left, Doug put his kite away, came in and joined the rest of us at the shower, along with the future groom & groom's dad, for the food portion and opening gifts. Oh...my dryer is buzzing so I should get the shirts out before they wrinkle. Thanks for listening to my ramblings : ) Oh, after previewing this post, I realize that the photo is cropped to fit into the space provided, but it crops it differently than I would....so it's off kilter with Ashley and Kellen almost cut off at the side. But I don't feel like scaling it or whatever right now, or trying to make it fit in. Sweet dreams everyone : )
Yesterday, while cleaning things out, I ran across something Jeff wrote about me years and years ago. Hmmm. Is this an accurate description of me?
PROFILE - MOTHER
As she sits on the couch in her blue jeans and pink sweater, Mom is looking through gardening catalog, scribbling and erasing repeatedly. With her mouth twisted up in a lopsided/pucker/frown, her constantly moving eyes scan the pages for more gardening tips and products. Discretely (perhaps unconsciously) she itches her nose and puckers again.
Mom is different. If static electricity plagues the morning hair combing routine, she will merely put her head in front of a humidifier/vaporizer to bring the uncooperative hairs under control. She is not really weird, but not exactly normal, either.

My friend Joyce oversees and helps make up these really cool gift baskets. These particular ones are "tea" baskets, made up mostly of special teas and a few things you might eat while having tea. This top one is actually a box, thus a tea "box" rather than an actual basket. But the box is really cute, with little gold colored handles on either side. She makes up different sizes. These are both small ones. She, and the others working with her, make up these baskets to raise money for The Power Connection, a non-profit organization that does job training and runs a food pantry. I think they're so cheerful looking! Sometimes they make up baskets with pasta sauce, pasta, special olive oils, etc. The baskets are always so pretty & cheerful that I can stand and just look at them for quite awhile! So I thought I'd make a post showing two of the small ones. Aren't they pretty?

Earlier today I made a rather long post but for some reason it showed up really weird. I deleted it because I couldn't figure out what I had done differently, and I didn't want to hurt your eyes trying to read it. So I guess you'd call this a test post. We'll see how this one works.
First off, they take your call seriously, and you don't stay on hold waiting forever like some places I've heard about. Every time I've called them, they've been very helpful, surprisingly so.
They know what they're doing but don't make me feel silly for not knowing. Does that make sense? They encourage instead of discourage. They don't seem to lack patience. I don't know if Apple screens out those who are impatient or who look down on those less technical than themselves, or whether they train them to be patient, kind, courteous, extremely helpful, efficient, and even encouraging. Or maybe it's a mixture of both. Regardless, I have to say it's a joy to deal with them. When I get off the phone I don't feel like a dunce. When I said I'd backed up my harddrive, but that it had been a month ago, they said that's better than many people. (I have Doug to thank for that, since he mentioned it would be good to do). I mean, the tech support person didn't have to comment positively on that. I even offered to have my husband explain the problem I was having with my computer since I'm not all that technical. He said I was doing fine. Do you know what that does for a person? Especially a person who's trying to learn things that don't necessarily come that easy to them? Or a person who is older than the average person asking for their help? And they didn't seem to be in a rush.
I hope Apple does very well. I hope they come up with even more creative and inovative products that are intuitive to use. I hope their stock does well. I hope it does really well, and surprises everyone. I hope their tech support people receive back 100 times the amount of kindness and consideration they show the people they help.
When Vicki and I (see a previous post where I wrote about Vicki) were around 13 or 14 we both went on a trip to FL with my parents to visit our grandparents. I think it was while we were there that we each bought a ponytail. Not a real pony's tail, but an artificial hair ponytail you could pin in your own hair! They weren't very expensive or we wouldn't have been able to buy them. So we tried to match the color of our own hair (brown) with one of the colors the ponytails came in. We figured we'd picked the closest one, didn't match perfectly but looking through our eyes they looked beautiful on us. The trouble was they were blonde. Yeah, blonde. To this day I don't know what lenses or filters we were looking through to think they even slightly matched our hair. But we felt very dramatic and beautiful with such long hair lol! We even took pictures of each other wearing them! I do believe I still have those pictures stuffed away in some bin, and if I can find them maybe I'll post it on here for you to see. I have to say that my parents and our grandparents did a good job of not laughing at us. Though I think I remember a slight smile or two.
I read in the news today that four important paintings were stolen from a museum in Zurich. Paintings by Van Gogh, Monet, Degas, and Cezanne supposedly worth $163 million. My question is this: why? Are they planning on selling them to someone? Who? I mean it's not like they're obscure paintings people wouldn't recognize. And I would think anyone actually willing to put up that kind of money to buy them would know about the paintings, or at least do their research before putting up the money. Strange.
After emailing my cousin Vicki about my blog, I got an email back saying she checked it out. It was good hearing from her and how her family is doing. So Vicki, if you're reading this, I'm waving at you :) ::::big wave to Vicki::::
For those of you who don't know, Vicki and I are one day apart. She was born the day before me. The story goes that we were to be a month apart, both our mothers (sisters) were pregnant at the same time. My mom with her last child and my aunt, her younger sister, with her first child. So I was born early and Vicki came late, making us one day apart. And may I point out that means Vicki is OLDER than me ;) My mom visited my aunt at the hospital and the next day ended up going to the hospital to have me. Though it can't be expected of us to remember our times together in the nursery, we do have many other shared memories. From that time on, we celebrated our birthdays together, and many other special times. We had sleep-overs, and as teenagers we both ended up going to the same high school. Maybe I can scan some old photos of us and post on here. What do you think, Vicki? I wonder if I should share some of our funny escapades. I'll think about it. Right now it's late, and I'm tired. So good night. I think I'm too tired to really type much that's coherent right now. Sweet dreams : )
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