This photo of my favorite brother speaking at the MGM in Vegas — AND a bonus of the best dad on the planet on the big screen — sure made my smile today. My favorite sister in law sent the photo to me as she was in the audience… she knew I would love it.
Yesterday, I talked about Blab — but today I have three things to share and one of them is Periscope. But first… I want you to notice the Facebook post screenshot to the right. I didn’t comment on it because I stay away from politics on social media — but I laughed. Out loud even. No matter which candidate you support, I’m pretty sure it’s still ok if you find humor in campaign comments. (I blocked out the names just in case this was only meant for friends and not for the public.) I found that jewel in the middle of the bajillions of selfies shared wearing an “I VOTED” sticker.
And I LOVED this Obama video so much more than I loved having him as our President:
Now that I got those two items out of the way…
Periscope enables you to live broadcast via a mobile device. You become your very own broadcasting station, streaming video and audio to those who join your “show.” Twitter owns the app. Businesses and individuals alike use it for about everything you can imagine because just as the app explains, “Periscope lets you explore the world through the eyes of somebody else.”
I used to think it was pretty cool that every time my brother went “live” I would get a notification. It’s not so cool now that Dharma recognizes the alert sound. Even if she’s sleeping, she excitedly gets up, puts her front paws on my desk, and whines until I hold the phone so she can watch too. Seriously. Don’t believe me?
Romance scammers are almost impossible to track down — they are like phantoms because nothing about them is “real.”
In February, we were contacted by a woman who had sent thousands of dollars to a man she’d met on a dating site. She’d spoken to him on the phone, exchanged multiple daily text messages with him, and he had sent her flowers. Why did she contact our office? Because she used a Google Chrome tool that helped her discover her ‘love interest’ was fake. Her email began:
I thought that you should know that a man, if you want to call him that, is using your photos on a dating website to scam women. He is using the name of Lorenzo DiMatteo…”
My first thought was that this was a phishing message… because how could someone figure out the name of some random human by a photo? After some digging, I found out that sometimes, you can!
- Open Google Chrome
- Go to the images tab (http://images.google.com)
- Drop the photo in the search bar (where you would usually type a web address or search criteria
Her scammer was using my brother’s photos. When she used this trick with a photo of “Lorenzo DiMatteo” (from Van Buren, Arkansas), Google said the best match was for “suits,” but also displayed where the photo was used on the Internet. This led her to our business website and to the realization that she’d been duped.
Yesterday, we heard a similar story from another wonderful lady. Old Lorenzo is back at it again… this time his name is “Lorenzo Verratti” and he’s from Texas. This woman’s story was similar… she’s a professional woman over 50 who had lost her husband, was lonely, and seeking love on a dating site. Her romantic interest sent 21 photos (all pulled from my brother’s Facebook page) that were not only of my brother, but included shots of him kissing his wife (Lorenzo renamed her Carolyn, said he met her in Italy and she was now deceased) — and even went so far as to go to the Facebook page of Scott’s step-son to pull images and create a “son” for himself (naming him Joe). This woman didn’t lose any money (yay!) but she did indicate that she had invested a lot of time in a budding relationship and cared for Lorenzo as much as she believed he also cared about her.
I’m not saying that dating sites are bad… I know people that have found love in that exact way. But doing a Google search is FREE. Background checks cost less money than what would be spent on a first date for coffee and a snack. You can look at email headers when you receive a message and find the sender’s IP address. Check to make sure it’s sent from where your contact SAYS he/she is. If you provide your phone number (which shouldn’t be done until you’ve performed due-diligence in the first place) and get a call — do a Google search on that too. If you have time to spend communicating with a stranger, you have time to do a little homework on them first, don’t you?
Romance scammers are almost impossible to track down — they are like phantoms because nothing about them is “real” — but you CAN spot one before you’re a victim. And if someone you’ve met on a dating site asks you for money? You have to even think about it? Seriously?
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My name is Bambi. I am French. I lost my mom at a very tender age when I was about four and I was brought up by my grandma who was a philanthropist. She was into crude oil business which she inherited from her parent. They co-owned a small oil block/ refinery in Caracas,Venezuela and the business was passed down to her when they passed. She owned a house in Germany and also in New York back then.
A little more about me: I am an Engineer, An IT PROFESSIONAL dealing with Database, Software Solution, Building Networks, Computer supply, Computer Programming and Data Management. Big firms and organization all over the globe needs people like us to survive. I have a 2016 Ford F-150 and a 2015 Toyota Avalon hybrid which is my baby. I live comfortable here in my 4 beds 4 baths 3,183 sqft home, Not trying to brag but just trying to let you know much about me. I love my Son so much and I allow him to decide on his own and live a free life. I live comfortably and do everything with ease in my life because I have really work hard towards my old age. I only inherited a lake house in Sedona Lakes, Manvel TX but everything else is from my hard earned money.
Tell me more about you! Are you financially secure?
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Here’s a screenshot of the “top hit” page Google displayed when I simply typed in the phone number I was told Lorenzo was using:
Last minute gift idea because I snatched up one for myself…
I saw this essential oil diffuser and ordered it for my niece, Katie. When it arrived I opened the box (first mistake). I plugged it in (telling myself it was just to make sure it worked — second mistake), and then totally gave up and filled it with water and a few drops of essential oil (third mistake). The final and fatal flaw occurred when Katie arrived shortly thereafter and this gift idea was totally hosed.
I’m not a huge “holistic healing believer” — you won’t see me forgo Motrin for a drop of peppermint oil on pressure points. But I do really like the light scent, soft light, and moist air that the diffuser provides. Get one of these for a gift — even if the recipient has one already, they will always find a place for another. (Unless you’re my sister-in-law. I thought I’d get her one until my brother said she already has 6 strategically placed at their house.)
So far, my favorite scents are tangerine and peppermint. And one last tip — I put a couple drops of sweet orange essential oil in my Shark steamer when cleaning the hardwood floors. My whole house smelled AMAZING.
Facebook Friday… where I share the most noteworthy things I found on FB for the week…
First I found this…
I remember going to the Stardust Theatre a time or two. We would take a blanket to place on the hood of the car in the summer — and in the winter, you’d need that blanket to stay warm inside the car (it’s not like you could leave your vehicle running through two movies). You could see about everything once it got dark enough for the shows to begin. From parents with a car full of kids (cheap entertainment for the family), to teenagers walking around visiting with every other teenager in town. And there were plenty of steamed-up windows too. But never mine. 😉
And so you don’t think I’m in love with Facebook:
Because I’ve not shared a negative thing reference Facebook for so long you might be thinking I love it… here’s this great example to the left of why I don’t. I hate this
shit type of thing for a multitude of reasons:
- One might assume the person who included the words within the image was no more than 10 years old. “U R” is only slightly shorter than “you are” and the grammar police in me cringes every single time I see it used.
- What is to gain by this? Obviously, we are supposed to feel guilty if we don’t type “amen.” And if we ignore it and scroll on past we are scum of the earth heartless! What other purpose is there?
- 18k people responded by commenting — most of them typed “amen.”
- 1,800 people shared it… so they could make THEIR friends feel guilty and heartless if they didn’t do the same.
- And… 45,000 people liked the photo. Where does Facebook find all these stupid people anyway? And obviously, at least ONE of them is a friend of mine or I wouldn’t have ever had this photo served up in my newsfeed.
This sort of reminds me of an incident I remember happening when I drove a school bus. I had a parent walk their child to the bus and excitedly show me a letter she had received from Publisher’s Clearing House. It was the one that said something like “YOU HAVE WON A GAZILLION DOLLARS” and in small print below… “or a free $1 item with your next purchase.” This woman was barely able to read and believed her life was about to change forever — at a time when she was living in a house with a dirt floor and trying to raise one handicapped child and his sibling. It’s no secret there are people that believe everything they read on the Internet and see on Facebook. Watch out for the traps and instead simply pick out the things that make you happy. Never feel guilty for not clicking “like” or “share.”
My Dad spent a lifetime treating people the way he felt they should be treated. In our small-town grocery store, he spent just as much time talking to Edna, (who purchased cat food for her own dinner), as he did the customer who spent a good deal of money every week to feed a family. It’s simply who he was.
I guess I didn’t realize how much I am like my Dad in certain aspects, and so I laughed when I read Jerilyn’s Facebook status update. A minister tells her it’s a good thing to be kind and speak to everyone along the way and she has an “ah ha!” moment. I tried to tell her the same for decades and she blew me off. Life is funny like that I guess. And if YOU don’t go on Facebook right this second and type “amen,” on Jerilyn’s post and share it — you are heartless. Seriously.
Population changes and a birthday have nothing to do with one another. Just clearing that up — don’t want you to think the birthday boy has anything to do with population growth. 🙂
I found something I thought was interesting today and I wanted to share it with you guys. If you’re not from or near Jackson County, Indiana, you won’t care one bit about it. Accept my apologies and invitation to return tomorrow.
I’m not a huge fan of statistics for the most part, but the population increases/decreases within Jackson County, Indiana’s cities and towns has me scratching my head. I was of the opinion that people were leaving smaller Crothersville and Medora — and migrating to even bigger Seymour and Brownstown. I was wrong! Check out the stats below:
Sources: US Census Bureau
|Cities & Towns||Population in 2014||Population in 2008|
Crothersville and Medora GREW in population, while Seymour and Brownstown DECLINED in population. I’m wondering if that’s good news for the house I have for sale at 204 E Bard in Crothersville.
And finally… happy birthday to my favorite brother on the planet — Scott McKain! He always hates it when I post dorky photos of him as a kid on social media. Only because I respect his birthday wishes did I refrain from that this year. Instead, I simply posted this:
Today I got the cutest puppy story in an email and I wanted to share it with you guys… (names have been changed to protect the innocent):
I have a funny puppy story to tell about my dog.
She was quick to learn and over a couple of days I taught her how to fetch a stick and come lay it at my feet to be tossed again.
She learned the trick quickly and always had a stick ready for me to toss when I came home from work.
Well one evening I chopped and split a whole bunch of wood for my fire pit. I stacked it all nice and neat and tossed a small piece for my dog to fetch. She brought it back and I returned it to the pile with instructions to her not to touch.
For the next week when I came home she would have every piece of wood scattered all over the yard with all the small pieces set by the back door for me to toss for her. Every evening I would restack the wood pile and it would be scatered all over the yard again. Needless to say I quit tossing sticks for her and got her to fetch tennis balls instead. Still it took over a week before she quit moving my fire wood pile.
I tried two separate Pinterest ideas over the weekend and neither worked:
- Coconut oil mixed with pumpkin spice and cinnamon in a warmer does not fill your home with a wonderful scent. I couldn’t smell anything and almost dipped my nose in the hot stuff.
- Mixing baking soda, Downy and hot water does NOT make Febreeze. Not even close. I lightly misted the bedcovers in my spare room and in 3 minutes, the wonderful “fresh” smell was gone.
It was a banner weekend, all right. I now have no sound on my computer because the cord mysteriously got severed by some wild (and exotic) animal.
I guess because it’s been a long week (yes, it’s only Monday), I was thrilled to find out that I can afford to retire — at least if I move to one of the 10 amazing places abroad listed in an article I read. I first stumbled on this list months ago, but found it again today while looking for something else. I think Malaysia looks pretty incredible, you guys.
If it wasn’t for one little girl in particular (and the fact that pets are required to be quarantined for months prior to a move), I might just be gone.
I never watch TV during the day, but yesterday was different. Checking FB during a late lunch break I read a post from an obviously scared Purdue student telling her family and friends that although she was ok, there had been a shooting at her university. I immediately turn on the TV to learn more and watch the press release. The hashtag #PrayforPurdue is so fitting. What a sad and tragic day for the Boilermakers.
After the press release, I got busy doing a few things and didn’t really notice the TV’s sound at all — until I looked up and saw that Ellen was on and right in the middle of “Hot Glam Girl.” I had no clue what I watching but it only took a couple mullets and crazy bell-bottom jeans to figure it out. Struck with THE BEST IDEA EVER, I start digging through old pictures on my hard drive looking for this one image in particular. The photo I’m desperate to find is of my (then) poofy-headed cousin, Jerilyn, sporting a red bandana tied around her neck that perfectly matches the red bow the big ole cow is wearing that’s decorating her sweatshirt.
And that’s when I found this instead…
I noticed my favorite brother (MFB) took the quiz to find out which Star Wars’ character his personality most resembles. He said it was a fun quiz so I took it too. I figured I’d be the Princess of course…
For the record, that Scott McKain guy is Obi-Wan Kenobi… wise and experienced cautious leader; and Perry was Darth Vader… poor dude that is tortured and disconnected from human affection. I figure all this is about right. (I was just happy I wasn’t most closely aligned with Jabba the Hut.)
So, what Star Wars personality are you? CLICK TO FIND OUT!
I have this pink aura, you guys. If you know me personally or have caught me out of the corner of your eye browsing the isles at the grocery, you probably saw it already and just didn’t tell me.
You want to know your aura too! Why? Because it’s like your horoscope and can predict all sorts of important stuff. And it even analyzes your love life. For real. Until I read through my results, I had no idea that my purpose in life is to spread joy to people’s hearts. Oh, and that I have strong psychic abilities.
Here’s the link, (no email address required to complete the process or get your results), and here are my details:
I read an article yesterday in the Huffington Post that was the very best explanation of why Generation Y Yuppies are unhappy. (Generation Y is the generation born between the late 1970s and the mid 1990s.) To begin, the author explained the term GYPSY as Gen Y Protagonists & Special Yuppies. Interesting, yes… but what enticed me to read the full article was an equation that appeared near the top of the page:
[box color=”black” icon=”lightbulb”]HAPPINESS = REALITY – EXPECTIONS[/box]
Let that soak in…
I figure we have all experienced some life event with a GYPSY. In part, here’s how the blogger described them:
“The GYPSY needs a lot more from a career than a nice green lawn of prosperity and security. The fact is, a green lawn isn’t quite exceptional or unique enough for a GYPSY. Each individual GYPSY thinks that he or she is destined for something even better — a shiny unicorn on top of the flowery lawn.”
Or basically… what happens when expectations exceed reality. I’m guessing that when the unicorns are on a flowery lawn surrounded by fluffy rainbows and butterflies flitting around pink gumdrops and magic mushrooms, that would indicate that reality (in the above equation) is a big, fat, hairy ZERO, and “expectations” total a nice round number like a BAJILLION. In this instance, the sum total would be an inflated version of one’s own existence — and everybody knows that will never equal “happiness.”
I had to go to my brother’s house upon his request late one evening. I made Perry go with me and was sleepy before we ever left the Ville. By the time we finished up at his house it was REALLY late and I knew I had more than an hour car ride home. On the way out the door I saw a neck pillow calling my name, picked it up and enjoyed it very much during the long drive home. I intended to give it back the following week along with keys made by the locksmith I met there. That was more than 3 weeks ago and I still have the stolen neck pillow and the keys.
At this point, I’m not so sure the victims of my crime will even want their stolen pillow returned because it’s been stolen a second time by another thief…
I guess pillow thieves run in the family.
I couldn’t be happier that Friday has F I N A L L Y arrived. It’s way past time this girl gets away from the normal routine for a short time so I’m looking at where I’d like to chill. I can’t think of anyplace I really want to go — isn’t that sad? When you’re in Vegas for a decent amount of time, you don’t really gamble all that much. It’s different if it’s only for a few days or a week. I know that after I spend way too much for a flight I’ll gamble like it’s my job. Because it’s REALLY hot there right now. Where to go, you guys?
[box color=”yellow” icon=”thumb_up”]HUGS…[/box]
- Loved this post by speaker, Larry Winget — My two hours inside Perryville Prison
- People who aren’t afraid to voice their opinions. While I may not always agree, I still love to know what other people think. I’m no fan of wishy-washy.
- Photojojo Newsletter — sign up and thank me later. They send a couple emails a week filled with photo tips, projects and ideas — you’ll barely notice they’re trying to sell you gear and gadgets.
[box color=”black” icon=”thumb_down”]SHRUGS…[/box]
- Businesses that only accept checks or cash. If I can take a $20k payment on my iPhone, why exactly can’t a brick and mortar business that sends out customer billings every month at least take payments by phone? Get in the right century already.
- Photographers that take every single photo at a tilt. Every. Single. One. When you roll through a digital portfolio and after 10 photos you feel like you’ve just watched ‘The Blair Witch’, it’s obvious your ‘artsy’ technique is overkill. No. No. No.
- People who share disturbing photos on their Facebook timeline. I “get it” that the person torturing the dog while recording himself should be strung up and stoned. But sharing that visual is so unpleasant that it makes my stomach churn.
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Happy Friday — get out there and enjoy the weekend.
A treasure hunt produced a pretty good find…
That’s my Dad on the bottom left. Taken in 1955, these graduating butchers (along with the crew behind them posing with their backs exposed in this shot) were about to embark upon an adventure. One of hard work, lots of blood, and smells that aren’t likely to appeal to any of us. The dude smiling while holding the roll of bologna probably went to work in a city at some big box store while Dad was wading muddy fields with a hog rifle and butchering on the farm. The little guy with the crazy grin near the far right? See him? The one with the knife and steel? My guess is he spent the majority of his life in some penitentiary.
To switch from the profession to the person… I can’t get over how much Ben (today) looks like Dad (in 1955). And then, I found another photo! A picture of Ben at 3 years-old, (I may share it tomorrow if I get the energy to grab it electronically). With a slightly different hair style, 3 year-old Ben’s photo could be passed off as a picture of Coco. Of course, this means that Coco is going to look like my Dad when she’s old. YOU do the math.
I read a post during my daily Facebook visit that’s still in my head. It was the status of a friend saying she had “x” number of days until retirement (“x” being the number of days left of school since she’s a teacher). She’s only 2 years older than me and the two of us shared rides to IUS many years ago. She’s retiring, and I feel like I’m just really getting started.
Before you say under your breath that I’m jealous — I’m not. In fact, I’m thrilled that she can retire. My son had her in 2nd grade… she was an amazing teacher back then, and from what I understand she still is. It just seems so odd that she’s winding down insofar as her career when the last thing on my mind is retirement.
I can see myself not getting up early or working much too late; I can see myself devouring one crime novel after another and meeting friends mid-day for brunch; and I can even see myself on a beach with a fruity beverage watching my skin darken and get more leathery by the minute. But not yet. Not today. Honestly, I can’t see me being ready to retire in 10 years, you guys.
I figure I’ll announce my retirement at the same time as my older, wiser and favorite brother. I’m guessing that will be within the next… never. But according to Tom T. Hall, I’m halfway there already…
When you retire, it’s a place in life, a part of the journey. You just don’t quit work; you develop an attitude where you can do what you please.”
Tom T. Hall
I watched the Amanda Knox thing with Diane Sawyer and I was surprised at the similarities between the way Ms. Knox acted after her friend was found dead and the way Jodi Arias acted after her friend was found dead. Both murders are claimed to have been sexually charged. Both victims suffered some pretty vicious stab wounds. Amanda Knox still says she wasn’t there when her friend was murdered — Jodi Arias said she wasn’t there when her friend was butchered either. Then Ms. Arias said she was there but ninjas did it. Then she changed her story to admit she killed Travis Alexander, but only because she was forced to defend herself. There are a few other differences too — Amanda did the splits while in the interrogation room; Jodi stood on her head. As innocent people go, neither of these women are very convincing.
Just as you might really be interested in the Colt’s latest draft picks — I’m curious about criminal trials. To the point I’d be in big trouble if ever a person of interest in a murder because suspect’s computers are always forensically analyzed — right? For example, when the prosecution laid out their case on Casey Anthony, I did the Google searches they said she did so I could see what the heck she found. A chloroform recipe search among the many others. While incriminating perhaps, there will never be video footage of me doing the splits or standing on my head if questioned for any crime — especially murder. What’s wrong with these women?
The craziest part is… there’s money in freaky killer women stories. Amanda has a new book. Jodi has already written and autographed her manifesto and a movie is in the works and she’s selling her artwork online. All because of people exactly like me who SHOULD be more interested in the Colt’s latest draft picks. Or photography. Or making sure baby socks aren’t still stuck in the arms of shirts pulled from the dryer.
At Saturday’s fish fry I was talking to Perry’s nephew about how he feels when his Grandma posts constantly on Facebook. He smirked and explained to me that it’s a little better now than it was when she first got her account.
Me: Better now? Why’s that?
Alex: Well… she thought LOL stood for “lots of love.”
Me: Oh my.
Alex: Yah. One of my friend’s g/f dumped him and Nana commented “LOL.” Twice.
I didn’t intend to add to all the talk about the Boston bombings even though my thoughts are with the victims, those who trained hard to compete and their families there to cheer them on, and especially the heroes who rushed to aid the injured. It’s for sure I have nothing to add and you’ve probably read enough already — stuff written by people who know nothing more than you or I. But the latest news is a pretty darned good example of something that makes me crazy and so here I am typing about the Boston bombings after all.
When I read that reporters are camped at the home of Bill Richard — the man who lost his 8 year-old son, Martin, and whose wife and daughter are both recovering from serious injuries resulting from the carnage, it made me sad. After this father respectfully asked for privacy to grieve and recover what’s he get? Not respect from some… that’s for sure.
While I don’t advocate using the f-word… I couldn’t help but share the post I read on Facebook (that has already been ‘liked’ by over 115 thousand people and ‘shared’ over 8 thousand times at the time of this posting). Because it’s raw. And it’s real. And because I agree.
Be nice to one another, you guys. And be respectful. It’s the right thing to do.
Look at a day when you are supremely satisfied at the end. It’s not a day when you lounge around doing nothing; it’s a day you’ve had everything to do and you’ve done it.”
Lady Margaret Thatcher was outspoken. The prime minister of Great Britain from ’79 to ’90, she was often called the “Iron Lady.” She passed away today from a stroke at aged 87. She was loved… and she was hated. Many of her inspiring quotes were said reference women in politics — and although I’m OUT on just about everything that has to do with that type of activity, I’ve found that her words translate into positive thoughts for about anyone in any field. Here’s one more…
Don’t follow the crowd, let the crowd follow you.”
My very own Iron Lady hopes you guys have a day filled with everything imaginable to do — and that you get it ALL done.
I read something today that I would’ve never guessed…
According to the results of a survey conducted by AT&T and published in USA Today, 49% of adult drivers admit to texting behind the wheel. But get this… 43% of the teen respondents admitted that they text while driving. That either means age makes you stupid, or teens lie.
And something else I didn’t know (and I guess it makes sense) is that the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration (NHTSA) says that: Texting while driving is six times more dangerous than driving drunk.
It seems the odds indicate we’re going to meet some dangerous risk-taker while driving about every time we get in the car. If you’re traveling this holiday weekend, be safe — and put down your mobile phone for crying out loud!
This is a public service announcement from Gracie, as she stays in her preferred “safe spot” between the sofa and coffee table.
Really cool when logging on Facebook makes me feel good (as opposed to instead making me smirk, laugh out loud, or groan). Traveling friends shared photos of Create Distinction, (my favorite brother’s latest book) on the shelves of airport bookstores. So very proud!
That thing you told me about cleaning my bathroom with a dryer sheet? WRONG. Dryer sheets will not clean mirrors without streaking. They do not miraculously dissolve soap scum. I have no clue if they repel mosquitos like you claim, but since I’ve decided I’m going to use dryer sheets as DRYER SHEETS, the world may never know.
I think I am going to try your recipe for laundry soap. If that’s a fail too, I’ll let you know.
I read an article this morning that resonated with me for more than one reason. “Hello, I’m a human being” was written by someone whose blog I follow because of typography — but this article in particular has nothing whatsoever to do with fonts. It reads in part:
I’m the human being who reads your nasty, snide, and downright unnecessary tweets… they are read — and felt — by me. The human being.
I’ve been relatively lucky in that I’m not often the focus of negative commentary because I’m not the public persona insofar as what I do for a living, and I don’t have time to be all that active when it comes to social media. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have sympathy for those who have experienced online personal attacks, or that I have never been the focus of online cutting comments first hand.
The hardest thing for me is to not retaliate.
For example… “person A” told me about a tweet from “person B” that was about me. So I go and read the tweet. Come to find out, the information used by “person B” to formulate the rude tweet was obtained from “person A” who told me it was there in the first place. So you have one primary instigator baiting another for self-satisfying reasons — and a secondary player not swift enough to pick up on the manipulation who continues to tweet. (This my friends, is called DRAMA. Otherwise known as the facilitator that allows someone with an average life to miraculously transform into a big ole’ hairy bodacious deal… the center of attention… IN THEIR MIND.) What I want to do, of course, is pull both A & B together and just lay it all out there. That’s what you might do if both A & B were rational, non-dramatic adults. And maybe they are… but what if they are not. If they are not, you’re only feeding the trolls.
…I abide by the concept of treating others as I would wish to be treated. Online communication is not an exception for me. Why should it be for anyone else?
~Elliot Jay Stocks
My search engine of choice is Google. But I’m pretty open-minded and I like change, so I thought I’d give BING a whirl.
That’s right, wine and whatifitdid.com has chosen Google as the clear winner.
I tried “BING it On” twice, and out of 10 searches, I favored the Bing results only one time. I guess I’ll stick with Google — at least for the time being. Another rematch? I think not.
So try it out and see what you think!
It’s been awhile since I’ve shared or recommended stuff (don’t you just HATE the word “stuff”?), that either saves or wastes a ton of my time. But before I do that, I have to say that I simply love celebrating birthdays (even belated ones — happy birthday again, Perry), and this little girl makes my heart sing.
So after you browse through my short list below, head to Kansai Japanese Steakhouse (or one of your favorite eateries).
Here we go…
Personal Web Server
Have you thought about creating a website or a blog but want to make sure you can handle it before you go out and buy a domain name and secure hosting? Try MAMP — it allows you to create and manage MySQL, PHP, etc. right on your MAC computer. I use it all the time when designing/developing for clients and it works like a charm. A Windows alternative is Wampserver, but I can’t vouch for its performance.
Which Way to Go
I have a Garmin — and sometimes I hear that irritating “make a U-turn” voice in my sleep. I’ve seen ole’ Garm get me lost at times when I might’ve been ok without him. But then, I downloaded Tom Tom on my iPhone. The graphics are better; the directions are better; and I will choose it over the Garmin for every single trip. (App works on iPhone & iPad.)
Pin Those Photos
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Knowledge is Power
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I love the State Farm “french model” commercial. You know… “they can’t put anything on the Internet that isn’t true.” (Bonjour!)
More basis to prove that everything on the Internet is true is the viral video below that was put on the Internet:
Uhhhhhh…. Oh. My.
I can’t believe that happened. Did that really just happen??
While waiting on the candle wax order, we’ve had some time to practice wine bottle cutting…
A $2 plant and a wine bottle that would’ve been thrown away has been transformed into something that looks pretty darned cool me thinks. Even better, I don’t have to remember to water. I’ve mentioned here many times that I’m not Betty Crocker. Well… I don’t have a green thumb either, you guys.
A bottle with a shorter neck would’ve worked better, but I simply chose to throw together something from the bottle that had multiple trial cuts. With a pair of scissors, I cut a circle from a plastic cottage cheese lid, poked a few holes in it with a hot nail, and superglued it to the bottle top (in the water).
I saw this recipe I thought I could handle and I don’t even remember what the name of it was. But I can tell you how to make it too!
It was nothing more than a box of angelfood cake mix and a 20 oz can of crushed pineapple. Stir those ingredients together and bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes and VOILA! You have… PANCAKES! (At least that’s what Coco calls them.) Fat free… cholesterol free… and yummy.