Saturday, January 24, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Jan 12 2009
Football Football Football
I think I'm footballed out.Sat and Sun were wasted days for me to get ANYTHING accomplished.The networks lead us down this path with staggering the games at different times "HOW NICE"
Hurry up SUPER Bowl !!
Trying to get pictures organized in Smugmug and watch TV just didn't work well for me.
What I did love was, seeing all the PROS play up in the cold weather and college games in warm weather....go figure.
I processed 1,320 "bad snapshots" of our 1996 motorcycle trip Sat and Sun to get them ready to up load to Smugmug...boy did I screw those pictures up back then...live and learn!
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Picture Storage Server
I don't believe I have ever heard anyone say "I love to move,I do it every chance I get"
Well I've got to move and I HATE IT NOW AND AS LONG AS IT TAKES TO MOVE. No I don't have to move from my home.Just move from Picasa Web Pages over to Smugmug with my pictures.
So you say..."no big deal just move them and take Bear for his trip to the park or go take pictures somewhere"
IT ISN'T THAT EASY ! I have 18,000 pictures. That's why I have 2 500gb external hard drives on 2 of the computers.
I can't share them if they are on those black boxes.
Speaking of sharing, the server I have been using is Google's Picasa Web Albums,which is a great program by the way.But those saved are not HIGH RESOLUTION pictures.
So I spent a little more and signed on to Smugmug, http://photosrus2008.smugmug.com/
More to follow:
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Starting the New Year off right
One of my resolutions for the new year was to get in here and update more often.
So...I quick update from the last few months.You all know I'm into photography.That being said,in the past I had numerous cameras to take "Snap shots" and that seemed OK.I took the snap shots,had the film :-( developed,took a look at the results,threw out the "Bad" shots and saved the good hard copies in albums.The not so good but not bad hard copies went in a shoe box,we all know the story from here on.I never got into shooting slides,so there was never any of that type of filing going on.
The albums piled up and the shoe boxes found a home somewhere in the house.When we entertained or had family over,we would drag the albums out and all would try to get close enough to really view the pictures in these albums.....TIMES CHANGED.
I now have a spare computer in the entertainment center,which is dedicated to playing a slide show of 19,000 pictures on a 22 inch HD monitor.NOTE:I never realized until now how BAD,scanned Polaroid pictures can view on a 22 inch wide screen...
As we progressed from film to digital,computers not only for "Al Gore",and cameras that tell us to "Please remove lens cap" Technology Raised Itself yet another notch.
More to come:
Local gas price
So...I quick update from the last few months.You all know I'm into photography.That being said,in the past I had numerous cameras to take "Snap shots" and that seemed OK.I took the snap shots,had the film :-( developed,took a look at the results,threw out the "Bad" shots and saved the good hard copies in albums.The not so good but not bad hard copies went in a shoe box,we all know the story from here on.I never got into shooting slides,so there was never any of that type of filing going on.
The albums piled up and the shoe boxes found a home somewhere in the house.When we entertained or had family over,we would drag the albums out and all would try to get close enough to really view the pictures in these albums.....TIMES CHANGED.
I now have a spare computer in the entertainment center,which is dedicated to playing a slide show of 19,000 pictures on a 22 inch HD monitor.NOTE:I never realized until now how BAD,scanned Polaroid pictures can view on a 22 inch wide screen...
As we progressed from film to digital,computers not only for "Al Gore",and cameras that tell us to "Please remove lens cap" Technology Raised Itself yet another notch.
More to come:
Local gas price
Saturday, December 20, 2008
New Camera
Dec. 19, 2008 I finally received my long awaited Fugi s100fs camera.Now the learning process begins.Not all camera's are created alike :-( But it would not be fun if they were.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
We do learn from our children !
A Baby's Hug
We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, 'Hi.' He pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.
I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map.
We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. 'Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster,' the man said to Erik.
My husband and I exchanged looks, 'What do we do?'
Erik continued to laugh and answer, 'Hi.'
Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, 'Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek- a-boo.'
Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.
My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments.
We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. 'Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik,' I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's 'pick-me-up' position. Before I could stop him, Erik & gt; had propelled himself from my arms to the man.
Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time.
I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, 'You take care of this baby.'
Somehow I managed, 'I will,' from a throat > > > that contained a stone.
He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, 'God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift.'
I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, 'My God, my God, forgive me.'
I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking, 'Are you willing to share your son for a moment?' when He shared His for all eternity.
The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, 'To enter ... , we must become as little children.'
If this has blessed you, please bless others by sending it on. Sometimes, it takes a child to remind us of what is really important. We must always remember who we are, where we came from and, most importantly, how we feel about others. The clothes on your back or the car that you drive or the house that you live in does not define you at all; it is how you treat your fellow man that identifies who you are.
This one is a keeper.
'It is better to be liked for the true you, than to be loved for who people think you are......'
We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, 'Hi.' He pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.
I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map.
We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. 'Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster,' the man said to Erik.
My husband and I exchanged looks, 'What do we do?'
Erik continued to laugh and answer, 'Hi.'
Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, 'Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek- a-boo.'
Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.
My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments.
We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. 'Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik,' I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's 'pick-me-up' position. Before I could stop him, Erik & gt; had propelled himself from my arms to the man.
Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time.
I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, 'You take care of this baby.'
Somehow I managed, 'I will,' from a throat > > > that contained a stone.
He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, 'God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift.'
I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, 'My God, my God, forgive me.'
I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking, 'Are you willing to share your son for a moment?' when He shared His for all eternity.
The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, 'To enter ... , we must become as little children.'
If this has blessed you, please bless others by sending it on. Sometimes, it takes a child to remind us of what is really important. We must always remember who we are, where we came from and, most importantly, how we feel about others. The clothes on your back or the car that you drive or the house that you live in does not define you at all; it is how you treat your fellow man that identifies who you are.
This one is a keeper.
'It is better to be liked for the true you, than to be loved for who people think you are......'
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
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A PET'S TEN COMMANDMENTS..........
1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.
2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.
3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.
4. Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainment, but I have only you.
5. Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me.
6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it.
7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you, and yet, I choose not to bite you.
8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long, or my heart might be getting old or weak.
9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too, will grow old.
10. On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please. Never say you can't bear to watch. Don't make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there, because I love you so.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Monday, October 06, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Another Sat morning
Finally got some growth backon my roses.Almost destroyed
them trying to spray for bugs.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
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Saturday, September 06, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Another one bites the dust
My bro is going to take the big step this Nov. Rosita I know he'll make you happy. The best to you both.
Cya in Nov.
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