Friday, November 27, 2009

I've Gotta Say.....

Learning how to use a Mac computer after using a PC for 14+ years is a challenge. I've been playing around on this for 4 days and am finally feeling comfortable on it. OK, not really playing on it; more like trying to figure out how to blog, edit photos, upload tunes etc.
I thought I was so smart; I have been using Carbonite to back up my files, photos and music for almost a year. I was somewhat smug that it would be a cinch to download those to this new computer. Yeah, well guess what? Carbonite doesn't do PC to Mac restoration "at this time"! I am always the one who has to do things the hard way it seems, and this was no exception. I had to download the files I wanted from the Carbonite website (where thankfully they all were) onto an external hard drive, then manually install them onto the Mac. Wow, that sounds so easy and simple. I guess it was, in the big scheme of things. It's just that doing all of this in the land of Mac was like being blindfolded and trying to follow someone. I did, however, have my trusty little netbook handy; it runs Windows XP and was my safety net during this transition.
I can say now that this is all so worth it. When I disassembled my Dell to take to my son, it was the biggest mess of power cords I've ever seen- nothing new to PC users though. This Mac has ONE cord to plug in. That's it. And everything else on it is as simple to use, once you learn the language- so to speak. Did I mention that I barely passed French in high school? Yeah, new languages are difficult for me but this one was worth every bit of my time. I am looking forward to a long, wonderful time with this new baby. I am in love.
p.s. Yes I do know that Apple stores have workshops for new Mac owners but I couldn't wait to start figuring this out and using it. Patience isn't one of my virtues. :o)

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Gone To The Dogs

I just returned from visiting my son and daughter-in-law in Kentucky. Whew, what a trip! It was fun and went by way too fast. I got to see their cute new house and also meet their cute, new dogs. Well, new to them. They rescued Hobbs and Marquise from the local shelter. They came together. Marquise "raised" Hobbs and is therefore the alpha dog of the two.
This is Hobbs- he is a South African Mastiff that weighs 175 lbs. He is 2 yrs old:

He's a BIG baby! He loves Bryan soooooo much that he cries if Bryan goes outside without him. This is him laying by the garage door, crying:

And this is sweet, sweet Marquise. She is an American Staffordshire Terrier. Also known as a Pit Bull. And I have never met a nicer more gentle dog before. Look at this face!


She is just a sweetheart. On Saturday we took the both of them back to the shelter to visit the people there who took care of them for 4 months. The workers were overjoyed to see them! I guess many people don't bring their adopted pets back for visits. I rode in the back of the Explorer with the dogs.
These guys were hard to adopt out. Hobbs because of his size and Marquise because of her breed. I'm glad my kids found and rescued them. They are great dogs.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Drive By Shooting

A couple of friends and I are working on a project for the Historical Society. Hopefully this will turn into another educational program to take to the schools. Anyway, it involves photos of various places around town- that's where I come in. The first time out, we went downtown and walked to all of the neat buildings; it helps when you have an experienced travel agent with you who knows all the ins and outs of places. The 2nd time, we did alot of driving; or should I say, she did alot of driving. Mostly I just gawked, as I am want to do when not having to drive. The rest of the time I was jumping out of the car and snapping pictures.

But some photos I was able to snap from the car.
This is the McBirney Mansion, taken from the passenger seat, through the front window:

This was a tricky shot through the rolled-down drivers side window (thank you Karen for not minding my leaning on you!)

This one was a challenge because my friend was turning the corner (making a left) as I was snapping away:



Of course, when you can pull up right in front of a place, that makes it super easy. Wilson Middle School:


I was out Saturday, driving through downtown- it's so much easier to do this when there isn't any traffic. I pulled over and got Boston Avenue Methodist Church:


Well that's all for now. Hope you have a good week!

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Random Thoughts for the Day

Someone sent this to me and I just have to share it.

Random Thoughts for the Day
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1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.

2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.

3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.

4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.

5. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

6. Was learning cursive really necessary?

7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on #5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.

10. Bad decisions make good stories.

11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.

12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don't want to have to restart my collection...again.

13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.

14. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this -- ever.

15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damn it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?

16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

17. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

18. My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day "What would happen if you ran over a ninja?" How the hell do I respond to that?

19. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Veterans Day

Veterans Day always makes me choke up a little. When I think of Veterans, past and present, and their courage and strength, it just gets to me.

My dad was a Navy Fighter Pilot in WWII. He served in the Pacific Theater, bringing home a Distinguished Flying Cross, among other medals of honor. And yet, we didn't know that (or much else) about his Navy career until he passed away. Then many, many things were discovered and unearthed as we went through his personal belongings. A new side of our father was discovered when a cigar box full of his letters, written to his parents during his tour, was found. These letters, beginning with his enlistment at the age of 22, show a close relationship with his parents, our grandparents, that we didn't really know about.

My dad's older brother enlisted first with the Army in 1942:

and dad the Navy a few months later.

By following his journey of training through these letters, we learned how long it takes to become a navy pilot. That it really was a "weeding out process" as they went from training to schools all around the country. And that, truly, only a few- with the right stuff- make it.
photo of dad getting his wings:
By the time my dad actually made it to the navy carrier the U.S.S. Essex, the war was winding down. The letters from him are much fewer and farther in between at that time, with some of the letters having been censored- neatly cut squares of paper removed. They are not as cheeful or happy as the ones prior to that time.
And then, the war was over.
And Dad eventually returned home, put his memories and war experiences behind him, and resumed his life, never really mentioning or talking about that period of his life much again, as was typical of his generation. They just did what they had to do and moved on, trying hard not to look back.
I am so proud of my dad - and all of the veterans past and present- for their service.

Thank You Veterans