Thanks to the readers who told me how to get my printer working again. What would I do without you folks?
It's working now.
God bless you every one.
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Hello there!
I kept a journal on AOL for over four years. AOL decided to get rid of journals, so I transferred my memories from there to Blogspot. I don't intend to add to this site, except perhaps to add some pictures that were lost in the transfer; I'm keeping it for the memories: memories of babysitting my granddaughters; of my long-gone dog, Mandy; of nights spent at the cabin; of vacations and motorcycles bought and sold.
Thanks, Blogspot, for helping me save my memories.
Thanks, Blogspot, for helping me save my memories.
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June
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- Full day yesterday
- The armless chair finished
- There's been a slight problem
- Some assembly required
- The rooster story
- The rooster I did not kill
- Life is getting back to normal
- My sneaky little visitor
- I should have taken pictures
- Turn up your sound...
- Mending fences (Secret, continued)
- The saga of Secret
- The Bucket List
- Back from Branson
- Keep this J-lander in your thoughts and prayers
- Questions you've asked about the previous entry
- pictures for a certain Michigan farmer
- A day of surprises
- I thought it was just me
- a question for my daughter
- My printer/scanner is working
- junk from the junk-room
- Cliff has his shop back! (mostly)
- a cheap giveaway of sorts
- Belmont Stakes
- Moving right along
- The dog next door
- I seem to be fine this morning
- I feel strange
- Rain, rain, every day
- moving Cliff's sister
- So, where's Cliff this weekend?
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About Me
- Donna. W
- I was born in 1944. My husband and I are retired, living in a mobile home, and loving life every day with our oldest grandson living in our old house next door to lend us a helping hand if we need it.
1 comment:
Glad to help anyway I can. Glad that you got it up and running, now we can see more pictures. Helen
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