I found this video on Joyful Days (one of the local blogs I read) and boy, can I relate to this.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
a question for my daughter
Hey Rachel, your dad wants to know if you could still do this? (If you could find a tall enough doorway, that is.)
Gotta love that Tennille haircut.
That's Cliff, holding our daughter in a headlock. But all I can think when I see this picture is, "I wish my butt was still that size!"
Monday, June 9, 2008
My printer/scanner is working
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.
It's working now.
God bless you every one.
junk from the junk-room
Little by little, I'm weeding out the last vestiges of stuff from the old house. All that's left to empty is the junk-room, about which I've blogged many times before. The day of reckoning has come, and I hauled quite a few boxes over in my little red wagon this morning.
I moved most of my diaries over here almost as soon as the mobile home arrived, but I keep finding more.
I haven't always kept journals and diaries, but I do have many years' worth. Cliff enjoyed reading my 1992 diary in its entirety last night. He says it surely makes him thankful for his job; '92 wasn't our best year, financially.
Most of the junkroom stuff really isn't junk, I suppose. It's pictures and mementos, mainly. I found the ex-daughter-in-law's yearbook from the year she graduated, and she'll take that. I found a few things my daughter might want.
There are some things I'd like to scan and share in my journal, but for some reason, my printer/scanner acts as though it has no power. Yes, it's plugged in. But when I push the power button, nothing happens. And I just used it three days ago.
Anyway, I'm about to get the things I intend to keep in containers. The real job would be to sort 10,000 pictures by the year they were taken... or even the era.
There are Christmas decorations in one corner of the junk-room at the old house, but Cliff is going to put those in the attic of the garage for me. I'm just waiting for a dryer day, so I won't be tracking up my sister-in-law's house.
I moved most of my diaries over here almost as soon as the mobile home arrived, but I keep finding more.
I haven't always kept journals and diaries, but I do have many years' worth. Cliff enjoyed reading my 1992 diary in its entirety last night. He says it surely makes him thankful for his job; '92 wasn't our best year, financially.
Most of the junkroom stuff really isn't junk, I suppose. It's pictures and mementos, mainly. I found the ex-daughter-in-law's yearbook from the year she graduated, and she'll take that. I found a few things my daughter might want.
There are some things I'd like to scan and share in my journal, but for some reason, my printer/scanner acts as though it has no power. Yes, it's plugged in. But when I push the power button, nothing happens. And I just used it three days ago.
Anyway, I'm about to get the things I intend to keep in containers. The real job would be to sort 10,000 pictures by the year they were taken... or even the era.
There are Christmas decorations in one corner of the junk-room at the old house, but Cliff is going to put those in the attic of the garage for me. I'm just waiting for a dryer day, so I won't be tracking up my sister-in-law's house.
Cliff has his shop back! (mostly)
Yes, the shop does look pretty crowded in the above picture, which I took this morning. But 95% of what you see there is actually Cliff's stuff. Cliff's younger sister and her husband spent their whole weekend making sure Rena's things were taken into the house so Cliff could have room to move around in his favorite place.
It did look like this, only lots worse; because I didn't bother taking any pictures when it was at its fullest.
There are a couple of deep freezes in the corner, ours and Rena's; ours will be moved out when we add a back porch onto our home.
Thanks Charlene and Pat! As Cliff says, we owe you BIG TIME!
Sunday, June 8, 2008
a cheap giveaway of sorts
I checked Ebay; these old 1984 Rock magazines aren't worth that much; but they're in such good condition that I hate to toss them if somebody would love to have them.
They belonged to my son; none of my family that I've asked wants them.
So, if you are a reader and would like to have them just for a trip down memory lane, I'll send them to you. I'll pay the postage.
Perhaps nobody's interested. But just in case more than one of you wants these relics, tell me why you'd like to have them; the person with the best reason for wanting them gets them. If you're unable to leave a comment, send me an email at mosie1944@aol.com.
I'll put this on Blogger also, where you can click on the picture and make it larger, for more detail.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
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