Maybe, one day

I'll get pictures on here sometime. It takes me awhile though. I have a loner camera from my mom, mine got stolen or lost in Salt Lake, I set it down and it was gone. So, now I have camera I don't like to use at all. One day we'll buy a new one, but for now I am getting along. So, one day maybe there will be pictures on here but until then, well, you'll have to use your imagination.

Yesterday I spent a little time on a post about all the time I wasted on the computer and got nothing else accomplished. Well, I went to post and it went haywire and I had already wasted enough time that I just let it go where all those dead emails went.



Today is all about innovation.

My attempts at pictures failed so, I'll just do without. If you are my neighbor you are probably wondering about all the cans in my driveway. It turns out, I too, was wondering the same thing. I have looked into the mystery and found out this: Braden, my innovative son, loves anything motored. He is always making motor sounds while driving trucks on the floor or while riding his bike. Well my friends, he found a way to save his voice. It seems if you run over a can with your bicycle it sounds like a motorcycle. Who knew! and how they came to this conclusion I'll never know.

My children are claiming, now that they have to pick all the cans up, that they were just helping dad smash them all. I don't know if they think this will get them out of picking them up or keep them out of trouble. I found it amusing.



On a political note. Yeah for McCain for picking a fabulous running mate, maybe now I can vote for you.

A day late

Grateful

I've been thinking a lot lately about all those times when people were there for me. Sometimes random people sometimes people I know. It's always like an answer to prayers. There have been times when these moments are the times I am about to cry because I don't know what to do next and someone will come up and ask me if I need something and proceed to help me. There is one day I remember that a bunch of totally random people helped me and I was really in need of it. I was all alone and far from home. I haven't seen any of them since and I never had a chance to tell them how much I appreciated their help. I probably won't get that chance ever, but I am grateful just the same. I wonder if these people, ten years later, have given their deeds another thought. While I have thought about it a lot over the last ten years.
I also have been blessed with fabulous friends that seem to always be there when I need them. I hope you know who you are, but if you are reading this you probably are one of them. Most of the time you were just my shoulder to cry on (we all know I can cry and obsess). You didn't judge or criticize you have just been my friend. I just wanted to let everyone know I think of your acts often. I appreciate you all, you have been my angels and answers to my prayers.
I wonder how many times we do the ordinary, and it is the extraordinary to someone else. How quickly we discount our importance to others because we don't see the good we do and are.
Thank you all. Now go and do something great, or maybe just tell someone you appreciate them.

...And here I am

So I took the plunge. I think it is all due to peer pressure and my need to fit in. So I'm blogging like the rest of the world as if I have nothing better to do with myself.



Don't expect literary greatness, or anything truely great, just random thoughts. I have a lot. We'll see how it goes.