tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532060877099447882024-03-24T18:32:28.472-05:00Ramblings and Occasional Observations of a Silver-Haired BlondeThere could be anything show up here, an observation of this or that, a ramble, a poem, who knows.ScrappyGrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208668945394635609noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553206087709944788.post-50118535216100076512012-02-05T14:03:00.003-06:002012-02-05T14:06:54.633-06:00My First DAZ Render!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
No music to it... I didn't even know what I was doing when putting in the dance parts... LOL But, here it is!</div>
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ohhh... don't know where all those blips came from, at least I see them while playing this online, they aren't there when I play it from my hard drive.</div>
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<br />ScrappyGrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208668945394635609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553206087709944788.post-12866030149803648312011-02-11T14:55:00.002-06:002011-02-11T14:55:52.361-06:00First signs of springaaahhhhh... the first signs of the approach of spring arrived today... gardening catalogs.ScrappyGrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208668945394635609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553206087709944788.post-53041685291895924422010-10-25T18:46:00.001-05:002010-10-25T18:46:12.795-05:00Ohhhhhhhh... I got a brand new pair of roller skates, you got a brand new key....<br />
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Yeah... happy singing! :)ScrappyGrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208668945394635609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553206087709944788.post-34198641971460391632010-10-04T12:25:00.000-05:002010-10-04T12:25:25.466-05:00Cream RinseI was just washing and setting Mom's hair and was thinking back...<br />
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Do you remember when cream rinse first came out? I think it was late fifties or early sixties? At least that's when our family started using it. Before then it was just get the tangles out of wet hair the best you could. OUCH!<br />
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Now... do you remember the instructions on the back of the bottle for how to use it? uh huh... Mix x amount of cream rinse (was it 2 TBS or something?) into a cup of water, pour over your hair while catching it in a bowl as it runs off your head. Repeat several times.<br />
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I remember asking Mom, "Why don't we just put the stuff on our hair, rub it in, and then rinse it off?" Her words of wisdom on that..."That isn't what the instructions say to do."ScrappyGrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208668945394635609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553206087709944788.post-81914670479587916802010-09-26T14:41:00.000-05:002010-09-26T14:41:51.879-05:00Ahhh... one of the necessitiesahhh booogers... Kimberly Clark has gone to the dark side along with all the other toilet paper companies. I don't know if they held out on doing so or they had such a surplus of products that it just now showed up, their crossing over.<br />
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The cardboard tube that holds the tissue. Shortened by 1/2 an inch. I have a toilet paper holder that is geared for the NORMAL size tube. It doesn't have a tube or rod to hold the roll of tissue like most. There is a knob on the inside of the two arms that stick out from the wall. One is stationary and the other you push inward to get the roll of toilet paper onto the one knob, then upon releasing the sproingy knob it juts back out and into the hollow tube of the tissue, holding it in place. Not now. The tubes are now short by 1/2 an inch, just like the other brands.<br />
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ooohhh... Kimberly Clark... why did you cross over to the dark side like that? :(<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I’m wondering if it’s a rule or something in the unwritten Uniform Code of Men of the Universe (UCMU) that if a man goes to bed before his wife or significant other, they must sleep on <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">her</i> side.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Rule #78357354.</span></i><span style="font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"> When going to bed before other half, sleep on other half’s side, thus making other half work at getting into bed by pushing, shoving you over to the COLD side of the bed. The other side being cold makes the other half work harder because who wants to move to the COLD side, so of course you balk, but do eventually make one of the supreme sacrifices of your life by moving.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Ok. So now he’s made one of the supreme sacrifices of his life by scooting over to the cold side, which by the way, he wouldn’t have had to do had he been on the correct side to begin with. Now it’s our turn to jump into bed only to find it hot and damp because the man of the establishment has been sweating and our side of the bed needs the air conditioner turned onto it for about 15 minutes before it’s tolerable to sleep in.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">And you KNOW why I thought of all this and wrote it down don’t you? Yep, I, being tired and of sound mind, tried to go to bed, on my side of course. Having finally gotten <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">him</i> to his cold side of the bed, I am lying here on the hot sweaty side waiting for the air conditioner to miraculously turn on and cool it off in the dead of winter because I don’t sleep well when it’s hot. And of course, the writing part hits and I have to write it down. If I don’t do it now, in the middle of the night when I’m tired and sleepy and try to in the morning when I’m awake and refreshed, I won’t remember it. That seems to be listed in another Uniform Code book of rules, the Uniform Code of Murphy’s Law (UCML).<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Copyright Dec 30, 1998<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Cindy Piper<o:p></o:p></span></div>ScrappyGrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208668945394635609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553206087709944788.post-342639938653032682010-08-19T19:49:00.000-05:002010-08-19T19:49:20.476-05:00You know it's been hot out when.......you go outside in the early evening and sigh a breath of relief that it's so cool and feels wonderful. Then when you go in you see the temperature is 98 degrees.ScrappyGrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208668945394635609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553206087709944788.post-5681573819216989382010-05-24T12:53:00.001-05:002010-05-24T13:41:21.302-05:00Flower Beds!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5OEegBm8moSbZAODhNbqgVNuRedfRWVCLdNrwRH0VUeZSsn9OvovMvF7yVcJWKb16OPcNAnTcE8j3wQVunu6C1cn63INzu8X1iiEV1g3cLoBDTKpLlPBghGjH_if0A4CkswWxtb1h2ZI/s1600/100_1892.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5OEegBm8moSbZAODhNbqgVNuRedfRWVCLdNrwRH0VUeZSsn9OvovMvF7yVcJWKb16OPcNAnTcE8j3wQVunu6C1cn63INzu8X1iiEV1g3cLoBDTKpLlPBghGjH_if0A4CkswWxtb1h2ZI/s400/100_1892.JPG" /></a> This is a shot of the flowers in front of our front not-quite-a-porch. LOL The first rose bush is just about to bloom it's first blooming of the summer, you can see the buds on it.<br /><br />The Azalea bush has bloomed already and I'm sure it will bloom again before summer is done. I should cut it back a bit, maybe. Will have to look it up and make sure.<br /><br />The tall, skinny stick with leaves is another rose bush >?<. Don't know if it is going to do anything this year or not, time will tell. The last rose bush has bloomed profusely and those are the left overs for now. I clipped the undone blooms back so we'll have more roses soon. This year, after the first frost, I want to collect the rose hips. I collected them too soon last year, I discovered. Ah well. But the petals and leaves do make a good cup of tea, also. :) We got the house all stained last year and painted the shutters, then I stenciled them a couple of months ago. It really made a nice difference in the looks of the house and the wood got a very nice drink of stain. Should do it one more time this year, too, then it can go for another 3 to 5 years before we need to do it again. The wood was REAL thirsty and soaked it all up rather quickly.<div><br /></div><div>The shot below is the new flower bed I planted this spring. It isn't growing a whole lot yet. On the other side of the fence, bordered by the scalloped brick, is a blackberry bush that Angie and Brian bought and planted for me. </div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihyphenhyphenBFUESKCDP9GHOma2njIqDYD0Bw3xC-EqtgoXjHfPlw2hdcYYkQaJmO6d4FdvKMBypCw0-Y6J-soulKVrU-hUbpqsYma5bAMOwNLvQhLPwKWX90yBrv8VpywiGBDJfVXpXRz9ZG2hvg/s400/100_1902.JPG" /><br /><div style="clear:both; text-align:RIGHT"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div></div>ScrappyGrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208668945394635609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553206087709944788.post-17892858512789941122010-05-24T12:37:00.001-05:002010-05-24T13:43:00.784-05:00Visitors!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0_SutFGKrkBOR7fAMLL465zazG-DIPVjUpPNmnAZS9aI1P-Udj3qe53euq260SPNclMvxSJRQFLjuVN42E6dGNxBAZGF4B8EsbYUlMroynWxe3HILSNJRNjADqKOJIIpk3c5yibUW0Y8/s1600/100_1879.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0_SutFGKrkBOR7fAMLL465zazG-DIPVjUpPNmnAZS9aI1P-Udj3qe53euq260SPNclMvxSJRQFLjuVN42E6dGNxBAZGF4B8EsbYUlMroynWxe3HILSNJRNjADqKOJIIpk3c5yibUW0Y8/s400/100_1879.JPG" /></a>My brother and my sister-in-law stopped in for a few days. YAYAYAAYAYAYA Love having them visit! We don't get to do that often enough. We took them up to Heber Springs to show them the sites of the park. We love it and I think they liked it, too.<br /><br />On the right is my brother Dick, Pat, his wife, Esther, my mom, and Denny, my hubby. I got my picture taken in the group, too, but it's in Dick and Pat's camera. LOL Gonna have to have her send it to me!<br /><br />We all had a great time while they were here. Angie and Brian were up from Texas when Dick and Pat got here so we all got to spend at least ONE day together. That was cool.<div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>ScrappyGrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208668945394635609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553206087709944788.post-76717690717782893122010-05-11T20:12:00.000-05:002010-05-11T20:12:51.148-05:00Priceless CommercialIbuprofen - $12, X-ray - $90, Chiropractor - $200, Everything else - Priceless.<br />
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They sure don't buy their Ibuprofen at Wal-Mart!!ScrappyGrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208668945394635609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553206087709944788.post-18003447311969622092010-02-16T13:40:00.003-06:002010-02-16T13:47:35.957-06:00"Lost" figured out...I did it. I figured out the television series Lost. I didn't get into it the first year. That summer I watched all the reruns of the first season and thought it was a strange show. I started watching the second season and it just kept getting stranger. I couldn't keep up with who was who and where the heck they went and what happened to this person and who the heck are THEY and where did they come from goings on. I didn't keep up with it. <div><br /></div><div>Now... the last episodes are airing and it is winding down. I haven't watched them, either. Mom Got caught up on it, sort of, with the episode before the first of this last season and found herself lost in Lost and couldn't get caught up after all. </div><div><br /></div><div>But... I figured it out. All the people on, unknowingly, were on a Reality TV Show gone bad. </div><div><br /></div><div>That's it. </div>ScrappyGrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208668945394635609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553206087709944788.post-81898963747912998242010-02-09T08:02:00.007-06:002010-02-09T08:47:32.009-06:00Snow Snow Snow<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhB9ZYozgYMBmllLHvDfWE1kmvL2XHGeC-zLxzCphvIN7g4Pd1xFbtzrCECaimKCPgC5fYbDl2BtdM_njeYAsQ1fHfyss8Q6G24bZFK-EYOEQWILYxBQ_WQHBp2MSpzh7BmrRNmAjVCYk/s1600-h/snowneighborfeb2010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhB9ZYozgYMBmllLHvDfWE1kmvL2XHGeC-zLxzCphvIN7g4Pd1xFbtzrCECaimKCPgC5fYbDl2BtdM_njeYAsQ1fHfyss8Q6G24bZFK-EYOEQWILYxBQ_WQHBp2MSpzh7BmrRNmAjVCYk/s400/snowneighborfeb2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436254982294044882" /></a><div>The average temperature in Arkansas for this time of year, February, is 35 degrees for a low and 55 degrees for high. Forties in January, 50s in December. Somebody has forgotten to remind Mother Nature of that fact this year. LOL And my mother is up here from Florida this year and it has been COLD! Been reminding me of Illinois weather quite often this year.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRbRgtLTxxDqnkK4C1c1n5JSGW90tU_vAAy4bkTyl_7oKpRW2Yztc7WKlGMwzNleIc7zgkxESkP1K1aJYYvvu5j3aX-0NxqYn4cQN4bwcv9myU0thqO7P4A1ZILVmXw_O3qZLjVSO5JBs/s1600-h/snowbackyardfeb2010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRbRgtLTxxDqnkK4C1c1n5JSGW90tU_vAAy4bkTyl_7oKpRW2Yztc7WKlGMwzNleIc7zgkxESkP1K1aJYYvvu5j3aX-0NxqYn4cQN4bwcv9myU0thqO7P4A1ZILVmXw_O3qZLjVSO5JBs/s400/snowbackyardfeb2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436254079676119106" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">Yesterday we woke up to four inches of snow on the ground. It kept beautifying the area ALL DAY. It was snowman making snow, wet, heavy. The limbs on the pine trees and the cedar trees were just loaded and so heavy some were dragging the ground. Denny knocked some of the snow off branches but last night more fell off those after it turned colder and the branches have popped back up nicely. We did lose some branches from the big pine over by the red shed to the heavy snow, though. When I looked out the bedroom window, after opening my eyes from sleep, bare tree limbs were glistening in the sunlight with ice. Gorgeous!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjzAgDDiJq6xfRANBckpbPCaWcKVEG9ipSomhDKDF9mHHKsnFAxdKRdFTd5Bj2oKQyVHZPGSkidyLqtfOCsNiGNX6A9lw_8jj1PYdQua5vhA6KCUj2oE91NalJ2cpoVWXrZQzEVD0EQmg/s1600-h/snowfrontyardfeb2010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjzAgDDiJq6xfRANBckpbPCaWcKVEG9ipSomhDKDF9mHHKsnFAxdKRdFTd5Bj2oKQyVHZPGSkidyLqtfOCsNiGNX6A9lw_8jj1PYdQua5vhA6KCUj2oE91NalJ2cpoVWXrZQzEVD0EQmg/s400/snowfrontyardfeb2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436252444435375298" /></a><div><div>I think glistening snow and ice are just beautiful. I don't particularly like the cold needed to have them nor the dangers they can present, NOR the slush, mud, and dirty snow that follows. Ah well... it's coming soon. LOL</div><div><br /></div></div></div>ScrappyGrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208668945394635609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553206087709944788.post-60621259385328064952009-12-12T23:01:00.003-06:002009-12-12T23:09:08.414-06:00<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:Isabella;font-size:14.0pt;">Winter Wonderland<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Isabella;font-size:14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Isabella;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:Isabella;font-size:14.0pt;">Trees semi‑ghostly<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:Isabella;font-size:14.0pt;">White snow atop the branches<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:Isabella;font-size:14.0pt;">Tips waving in the wind<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Isabella;font-size:14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Isabella;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:Isabella;font-size:14.0pt;">Standing in white mounds of fluff<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:Isabella;font-size:14.0pt;">Backgrounded by a nearly as white sky<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:Isabella;font-size:14.0pt;">A bright red cardinal flies by<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Isabella;font-size:14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Isabella;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:Isabella;font-size:14.0pt;">Wind picks up, throwing branches wildly<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:Isabella;font-size:14.0pt;">Snow falling onto unsuspecting walkers by<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:Isabella;font-size:14.0pt;">Such is a winter wonderland<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Isabella;font-size:14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Isabella;font-size:14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Isabella;font-size:14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Isabella;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:Isabella;font-size:14.0pt;">Copyright Dec 1997 Cynthia Piper<o:p></o:p></span></p>ScrappyGrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208668945394635609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553206087709944788.post-36100773636666563272009-11-08T08:06:00.003-06:002009-11-08T08:14:33.114-06:00Baby Cat whoops dog...When we got Teddy, thank yous go to whomever dumped him and don't do it again, we figure he was with dogs more than other cats. He made right up to our dogs, didn't trust the cats. LOL I sometimes think he THINKS himself a dog.<div><br /></div><div>Here's a scrap page I made of Teddy and Sandy playing together. I'm PRETTY sure if you click on the picture you can view a larger image of it. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBDXyieRVF5SBu2Jjp63kOSABf8pDkV5sgyadHnHhnJgXJKt7WaRrYWBHSXDgWLPAOKRy-71smtn0LyWuQNtGDEH2dwZ8lEdeR8i_ZjRzNm_zT1weZkXNxX2VZeolbDwdSizXxoccUXi0/s1600-h/sandyteddyjuly2008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBDXyieRVF5SBu2Jjp63kOSABf8pDkV5sgyadHnHhnJgXJKt7WaRrYWBHSXDgWLPAOKRy-71smtn0LyWuQNtGDEH2dwZ8lEdeR8i_ZjRzNm_zT1weZkXNxX2VZeolbDwdSizXxoccUXi0/s400/sandyteddyjuly2008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401735717034663858" /></a>ScrappyGrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208668945394635609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553206087709944788.post-61580176370561493762009-09-22T10:26:00.001-05:002009-09-22T10:26:54.486-05:00:( Sad sad...Corel bought out Ulead, along with PhotoImpact and the Ulead video program. Now.. Corel is shoving PI out the door and will no longer be making updates to PhotoImpact. They do still have boxed versions of PI X3 for sale and downloads. When the boxed version is all gone the download version will still be available. I LOVE PhotoImpact, ok... I LIKE it a LOT, better than PSP or PS. So much easier to use. <div><br /></div><div>Here is the link to the Corel PhotoImpact page if you want to purchase the boxed or download version or the upgrade. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://store.corel.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?productId=89731&catalogId=10103&storeId=10302&langId=-1">PhotoImpact</a></div>ScrappyGrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208668945394635609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553206087709944788.post-29836993541242555442009-09-20T23:38:00.004-05:002009-09-20T23:46:16.045-05:00Mom and HomeMom is here for the summer and she usually goes home in October. She has her doctor's appointment towards the end this year. So, I browse the internet to book her flight. Dick, my brother, called up and said... don't come home yet!! LOL They have their house up for sale and you KNOW when the house is up for sale you clear out stuff, put stuff in storage cause you don't want STUFF in there. Doesn't matter if you are still LIVING in there, STUFF has to go and you live with the bare minimum. So most of Mom's stuff is in storage and most of Dick and Pat's stuff is in storage and they keep storing more and more. STAGING! Wonderful term for getting a house in order so it can sell. Keeps the occupants on their toes "can we come show the house at four this afternoon?" SURE! and it's three so you scurry to pick up, dust, sweep, get things spotless again. And of course, no personalization in the house, you want the people looking at the house to imagine THEIR stuff in there by not seeing YOUR stuff in there. <div><br /></div><div>Am I rambling yet??? </div><div><br /></div><div>ANYway... we get to have Mom here for longer! YAYAYAYAYAYA Denny and I are happy about that. I get to beat her at Rummy some more! LOL And turn about is fair play cause she's been known to clean my clock in the game, too. LOL</div>ScrappyGrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208668945394635609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553206087709944788.post-76144724526294185442009-08-05T16:23:00.002-05:002009-08-05T16:41:53.468-05:00Hominy Flakes!Where did they go? Who took them and forgot to bring them back? <div><br /></div><div>I LOVED hominy flakes and would just love to find someplace to buy them. Does anyone make them any more? I've Googled, I've Binged, I've Yahooed. I've found recipes using hominy flakes that were printed in a 1906 cook book. And do you think younger generations even KNOW what hominy flakes might be? They're clueless. LOL </div><div><br /></div><div>hmmmmm... I suppose I could slice hominy, dry it, store it, and then when I am in the mood for hominy flakes cook some up. LOL or not.</div>ScrappyGrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208668945394635609noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553206087709944788.post-77292460634287630372009-07-05T15:26:00.003-05:002009-07-05T16:04:23.340-05:00Independence Day 2009 Part TwoOk... so the first is below this, guess we either watch them backwards or start at the bottom Independence day post to see them in order. LOL Here's another video of the fireworks.. I did try to put more than one video in one post, but it didn't work. <div><div><div><br /></div></div></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyizsOPh_3VT_1kpX8xoMXeu5lb2WXolLSeK-q15ku75vc0ttsV2p3k2D4TyrEEsEvQDWdu6GVQNJktr_YZiQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>ScrappyGrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208668945394635609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553206087709944788.post-64944575994268200592009-07-05T14:58:00.003-05:002009-07-05T15:23:59.616-05:00Independence Day 2009We had a very nice day, indeed! It was overcast most of the day, which was quite all right by all of us; it wasn't unbearably hot. Seth and the crew came over and Donna came over and we cooked out, hamburgers, hotdogs, chicken, had potato salad and three bean salad and baked beans and watermelon. ymmmmmm.... The kids, Seth and Collin, shot off bottle rockets and Livi just thought those were great, along with the sparklers and the butterflies >?<. <div><br /></div><div>We went to Ward for the fireworks around 7:30. Weren't sure how Livi was going to take them; every other year she screamed from fear, but this year she is a big girl, she turned 5 in May. She adored them. She thought they were awesome; and we agreed whole heartedly. They were awesome. </div><div><br /></div><div>I took videos with my digital camera so am putting them up here to share. You can hear Livi in the background declaring how great the fireworks are. LOL</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyx71On1zFpXgpbIXs-KGc-n3SDrLJpYnasDrwngKJPWZg7QAhFHik9EU6DGBl5Fehln1TdDACcJighrEejUg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>ScrappyGrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208668945394635609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553206087709944788.post-30261495785141694132009-06-28T12:13:00.002-05:002009-06-28T12:31:58.872-05:00Computer going wierd..Gotta love the cyber age and the computers. I fell in love with computers the very first time I set my eyes on one. HAD to have one. My first was a Commodore 64. Didn't have any programs for it... couldn't afford one! LOL My mom and dad sent the kids a game for it for Christmas... I can still hear the music, Ode to Joy. Don't remember the game, but I remember the music. LOL Hooked it up to the tv... had Ahoy magazine and typed in program codes from there. I worked on one for a year... ok... not that long at all, but those hours it took typing in that little program sure seemed like a year. Hubby got home from work that night and I hauled him upstairs to show him the computer. Typed in "run" and voila! It didn't work. It had before! But not this time. So... when I went through the coding again the next day I found a small program inside the program I had typed in and I had no idea how it got in there. Maybe I typed in two programs while typing in the one. It's a definate possibility. <div><br /></div><div>Next computer... yes! 286 souped up to 386, 1 mb RAM, 40 mb hard drive, DOS shell 5, or maybe I upgraded to that from 4. That's it. No Windows, no mouse, and what was I going to do with that huge hard drive!??!?!?! I'd never fill that up! I did get an AOL diskette, for windows, and called AOL and they sent me one for DOS. And on the story goes. </div><div><br /></div><div>My computer now is acting a tad on the wierd side. When I use my graphics program and make a selection with the selection tool, it stops, just cuts the selection off. When I click on something once with my mouse, it opens it up instead of dropping down the menu. I will have to keep on checking on this, maybe it's my program! hmmmmmmm... That just cannot be.. no no... like that program... don't want to uninstall and re-install if that is what the trouble is. oooohh... sugars. It is acting a little wierd with other programs, too, but not so wierd as in the graphics program. </div><div><br /></div><div>I've run a virus check, no virus, I've run adware stuffs, cleaned that up, still wierd. ahh.. yes... I'm using Chrome and there were my favorite tabs/shortcuts/bookmarks whatevers at the top of the screen... they aren't there any more. AND.... I have Google Desktop in my toolbar and when I click on it to open it up... it won't do it. hmmm... will have to do some checking up on a lot of things. I did back up my files, just in case. And it was time, since it had been a year ago since I last did one. I was on my last disc, and the computer quit reading my disc. That could be dirty again. Need to get a can of air and see id that helps. Mayhaps I will end up doing system restore to an earlier time, like before things started acting wierd. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>I have a love/hate relationship with computers. </div>ScrappyGrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208668945394635609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553206087709944788.post-36741976667579510862009-06-13T18:12:00.005-05:002009-06-13T18:21:55.248-05:00Conversation with a Three Year OldOne day the electricity went off during a storm while we were living in DeKalb and Seth and his crew were over at our house. Collin just wasn't quite getting the jist of no electricity at first. I listened to his conversation with my son, Seth, and wrote it down. I thought I had lost this, I searched everywhere I could think of, and then a few months back I was cleaning some boxes out that were still in the shed and there it was! I was so thrilled. LOL <div style="text-align: center;">____________________________________________________________________</div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic">Conversation with a Three Year Old<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic">“Can we see the fountain work? Where does the water go?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic">“We can see it work when the electricity comes back on.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic">“Can’t we plug it in?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic">“We could, but it still won’t work ‘til the electricity comes on.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic">“The electricity went out? Why?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic">“Yes. The wind is blowing so hard it maybe blew a power line down somewhere. Maybe a tree fell on it.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic">“Oh. Will you play race track with me on the Play Station?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic">“We can’t. The electricity is out.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic">“The Play Station won’t work? What about the TV?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic">“No, it won’t work either. The stove, the refrigerator, TV, computers, nothing will come on without electricity.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic">“The lights, too?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic">“The lights, too.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic">“Oh. Is the ball game on?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic">“It might be, I can’t tell.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic">“Why?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic">“Why did I say it won’t turn on?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic">Cause the electrincity’s off?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic">“Yeah.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";font-style:normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italic">Copyright: May 2003,<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>conversation between Collin Hargreaves and Seth Piper<o:p></o:p></span></p></div>ScrappyGrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208668945394635609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553206087709944788.post-86818859277384559192009-05-27T22:27:00.002-05:002009-05-27T22:57:08.689-05:00FuuurrrrbiesOnce upon a time, a long time ago in the present, there lived a family of two-legged tall walkers. They had a home built of wood cut from trees with holes cut in the walls so they could see the out of doors. There was green grass around and some flowers poked through the green to liven it up, some. <div><br /></div><div>"What the dickens is this?" cried one of the two-legged tall walkers to the others, pointing to a whisper of grey fluff floating on the floor. "It surely is a lovely gift bestowed upon us by some unseen something. Let's get it and put it into a safe place, a treasure chest!"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Yes!" cried the others. "Into a treasure chest this fluff stuff goes!"</div><div><br /></div><div>"But what shall we call it?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Let's call this grey fluff stuff fuuuuurbies." suggested one two-legged tall walker, and they all agreed. Fuuuuurbies it became. </div><div><br /></div><div>They soon set about searching about for more of the grey fluff stuff fuuuurbies, because it was just as light as air and could float. And SOFT! But they still didn't know where the fuuuuubies came from. They looked high and low for the fuuuuurby bearer, but were clueless as to where this bearer of wonderful gifts was.</div><div><br /></div><div>Soon their treasure chest of fuuuuurbies was beginning to fill up and the two-legged tall walkers discovered these furrrrbies seemed to multiply rather quickly and were rather difficult to capture. And they still couldn't seem to find the culpret, errr... the gift bearer anywhere, although they looked high and low. And their treasure chest grew fuller and fuller of the furrrbies and they furrrrrbies were beginning to be an agravation rather than a treasured gift.</div><div><br /></div><div>"These two-legged tall walkers were silly," thought the furrrrrby bearer. "They go about doing this and that and try to capture the furrrrrbies and they will never be able to capture it all," he laughed.</div><div><br /></div><div>About this time the <b>really </b>tall two-legged tall walker looked over at the four-legged short walker and thought... "that four-legged short walker is dressed in stuff that is similar in looks to the fluff stuff furrrrrbies. I must go check this out further." And over to the four-legged short walker he went. Low and behold, that four-legged short walker was just COVERED with the fluff stuff furrrrrrbies! As the two-legged tall walker ran his hand over the four-legged short walker some of the furrrrrbies floated from the four-legged short walker and soared through the air and lazily came down into a spot of sunshine on the floor. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Ooooohhh.. how about that," said the tall two-legged tall walker. "Our fuuuuurby bearer was here and we didn't know it. Not that he was here all that long, just long enough to give us a treasure chest full of fuuuuurbies. Now... what to do with them all!"</div><div><br /></div><div>After the tall two-legged tall walker let everyone know who, or what, was giving them all the fuuuurbies, they tried to figure out what to do. Finally they decided. They stuffed the fuuuuurbies in small bags, washed it in the washing machine in hot water and dried it in the dryer in the hotest setting and then dumped it all onto a table and felted the furrrrrbies and made hats out of them and sold them on eBay. </div><div><br /></div><div>Moral of the story? If you want to make millions of dollars on eBay, get yourself a cat and make hats from the fur!</div><div><br /></div>ScrappyGrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208668945394635609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553206087709944788.post-87250268995252569552009-05-04T22:19:00.002-05:002009-05-04T22:28:44.104-05:00Traveling!Tomorrow I gotta pull out the suitcase and get things ready to go. Angie and Brian are driving up from Texas on Wednesday and Thursday morning we're heading up to northern Illinois for Emily's graduation from Northern Illinois University. YAYAYAYYAYAYYYY :)<br /><br />I am so looking forward to going... but the DRIVE!! I'm becoming a homebody but I do still like to go places. Maybe it's just the fact I don't like unpacking. Packing is fun... unpacking is... welll... LOL not quite so fun. Love to visit, love to get home, don' t particularly like putting things back away. I'm lazy.<br /><br />Gotta remember to take the camera. I'm going to stay with Mike and Sheila and the boys in Mt. Morris and on Mother's Day we're all going to church and then out to eat in Polo. I <span style="font-weight: bold;">KNOW</span> the food at the restaurant we're going to is good. I know the owner, Howard, and he is an excellent cook. And the <span style="font-weight: bold;">desserts</span>!! mmmmmmmmm..... I know who makes them, at least the pies, his mom, Flo. :)<br /><br />Monday we'll be driving to Indiana and then head back on Tuesday morning. Wednesday morning Angie and Brian will be heading back to Texas. oohhh... driving driving driving. WHOOOOO!! Break out the pillows and take lots of breaks to stretch the legs!!ScrappyGrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208668945394635609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553206087709944788.post-57053822414303793312009-04-27T17:22:00.003-05:002009-04-27T22:21:33.969-05:00Dish Washer DetergentYou've seen advertisements about how much better the "expensive" cleansers are in the dishwasher than the less "cheap, only nothing is cheap any more" expensive cleansers are. How much better they clean. How they don't leave a film or spots or stuffs.<br /><br />Well... I'm here to tell you... LISTEN to those ads! At least that part of them. It's TRUE! I always by the less expensive dish washer detergents. Last time, next to the last time, I bought a really cheap brand, and I through it away and started washing my dishes by hand! That's how bad it was. LOL They never came out clean looking. They looked like they had scum surrounding them; plates, glasses, cups. I have clear glass cups and plates; they were not clear after washing them with this soap. I thought, silly me, if I use MORE with the washing, but no... that just made them filmier quicker. I through it away and got Cascade. LOL <br /><br />Lesson learned.ScrappyGrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208668945394635609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553206087709944788.post-91437579599577479492009-04-17T14:18:00.002-05:002009-04-17T14:40:01.388-05:00Exercise in Futility"What is this exercise?" you ask. (I asked for you, just in case you didn't ask.)<br /><br />This particular exercise in futility is digging out granddaddy grass. This grass's root ball has been well ensconced in the earth since the beginning of time and has absolutely no intention of being removed now, especially by me.<br /><br />I did get one patch removed, knowing and knowing well, that it will grow back as the season wears on. I know I didn't get WAY down deep enough (center of the earth may not have been deep enough and I certainly wasn't going to dig that deep), so, the futility. It looks nice now but will be back and make life for the flower garden grassy. Another plot of grass, I wasn't able to get all of it to be unseen on top. Sooooo... I just chopped it down as far as I could and covered it with the mulch I had waiting in the bags for when the grass removing chore was complete.<br /><br />It looks nice out there in that little garden now. The mums I planted last summer are coming up and I think they really are the mums, not the weeds that LOOK like the mum leaves. The cannas are coming up nicely. I did split a couple and move them to another spot. They are so pretty when they get their growth and their bright red flowers bloom out. aaahhhhh... :)<br /><br />Even with the exercise in futility done today, I know the cannas will hide anything that comes up behind them. YYAYAYAYAYAYScrappyGrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208668945394635609noreply@blogger.com0