My top three favorite websites are:
www.Web-Styles.com - for purchasing domains, setting up Website Tonight accounts, buying hosting service. I have been really impressed with how my domains rank very well on search engines. In fact, from my web stats more people find those sites than the ones coined with my name. Every time I think of a name I feel is catchy and maybe one day take off like some very successful sites I go coin the domain name. I've noticed for the greater number of years you register your website the higher the websites rank on search engines.
www.FACEBOOK.com - Let's face it, I'm addicted. I check my FACEBOOK first thing in the morning, at lunch time, in the early evening and at night. If I were married I guess I would have to put FACEBOOK down as a reason for irreconcilable differences. The thing I like most about FACEBOOK is I can connect with people I haven't seen since I was seven years old. It shows me my recall isn't so bad after all. I like that I can see photos of family members and their activities near and far. When I want to vent and want the world to know what I venting about I can post it to my wall. My favorite posts are those which uplift and encourage. One day I hope to reconnect with my roommates from my Freshman year in college at Jackson State University. FACEBOOK is a site which has so much to offer and just as much or better potential for the future.
www.Pogo.com - thankfully I have the robots to play against. No human challengers online or in person who will play me in Scrabble. I cannot help it if I'm good at spelling words. It started young when I won spelling bee competitions all the way to the #2 spot each year most years. The one year I thought I had it in the bag, I misspelled "mistletoe" in the 6th grade. My classmates joked me by singing "M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E mistletoe". I was totally embarrassed. But when I thought about how funny it was the only thing I could do was laugh. I could use one of those spelling bee manuals we used to study from to improve my word list for scrabble. My other favorite game is Turbo21. One day I'm going to max out on matching up all the cards to a 21 match. I have probably clocked more hours playing Poppit than any other online game. I came to find out about it because my daughter was playing it one day years ago. At first I was like what is someone with a IQ like yours doing wasting your time on a game popping balloons? She said Mom you should try it and needless to say I did because I wanted to figure out what was so fascinating about the game. Well, it so happened to be the first online game I fell in love with. Every since I have been trying to figure out what causes me to get lost for hours playing it.
Well there you have it. I spend a lot of my cannot sleep late at night hours mainly online playing games.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
In My Dad's Words
It's Father's Day today and I can't help thinking about my father. I'm so thankful he made my childhood experience fun and enjoyable. My father would always say to me: "Children could never do anything bad enough to deserve a spanking." Needless to say he never spanked me. However, many years later he was always encouraging others to spank my two oldest granddaughters and even at times threatened to spank them himself.
My father was career military. He spent over 27 years in the Navy. I always remember his visits home. The most special times for me was when he would take my brother and I to Ocean View Amusement Park. Almost every night when he was in town we could look forward to spending late evenings at the park. All he did was watch us. He would wear his three-piece suit and spit-shined dress shoes and walk the park with us. He would never get on the rides or play the games he just watched us do everything and watched from the sidelines as if he was our personal bodyguard. As we sailed through the haunted house he didn't take the ride with us he stood on the outside and waited for us (my oldest brother and I).
We loved how much money he spent on us freely. We went to the park with an open purse. He spared no expense. If we wanted cotton candy we could have it, if we wanted popcorn we could have it, if we wanted snow cones we could have it. He never reprimanded us for having all the sweets and treats we wanted. We rode the roller coaster, we rode the merry-go-round, we played the games to try and win stuffed animals. Whatever we wanted to do he let us. No arguments, no admonitions. When I would ask him for 50 cents he would give me twenty dollars.
He really made childhood fun. Most of his friends were military and were just as intelligent as my dad was. When I was a little girl growing up I loved spending time with my dad. When he would go visit his friends he would take me along and a lot of times I would sit in the car until he came back out with his friend and listen to them engaged in conversation waiting for him to get back in the car for our next stop. We would ride together from sun up until sun down. He would always say "whatever you want to do baby". He would take me out to eat and he would always finish eating first and just sit across the table and stare at me while I ate.
I remember times when my grandmother, mother, and I were just at wits end with each other then I would say "I want to go live with my Daddy." My grandmother would tell me "he could have you with my blessings but where is he going to put you, he's on a ship." The only time I ever heard my father holler at someone in a serious tone is when he took me on the ship with him. He liked for everything to be meticulously clean. Everything inside was so shiny nothing like I imagined from the dull gray exterior.
The funniest experience was when he took me to show me how to drive in his Eldorado. The car was just way too big. We got down to the corner of Lafayette Blvd and Tidewater Drive in Norfolk and he put both hands up to his ears and raised his legs up to his chest and screamed "Jesus Christ Lynne Renee". He called me Lynne Renee all the time. I thought I was going to crash the car. I pulled over and told him he could drive us the rest of the way home. He told me I was going to be like my Aunt who never drove because her nerves were too bad. I think that was the first and last time ever when I was in a car behind the wheel with him.
My father was a great example of what defines a man. He took care of his family. He spent time with his children. He always worked. He always gave a whole lot with very little in return. He never talked about his deeds. He did a lot of a lot of people but you would never know it because he never talked about it. The one thing both of my parents had in common they were givers.
At times I wish he would have sat me down and said "Lynne Renee" I may be the exception and not the rule for the men you will meet in your lifetime. As a friend told me once he will explain to his daughter "in life there will be obstacles..."
My daddy was friends with people from all walks of life. He treated everyone the same respect. He used his smarts and intuitiveness to always keep people laughing. He was extremely smart. One of his favorite sayings was: "I talk to myself because sometimes it is the only intelligent conversation I get all day!" and then would crack up laughing."
My father was career military. He spent over 27 years in the Navy. I always remember his visits home. The most special times for me was when he would take my brother and I to Ocean View Amusement Park. Almost every night when he was in town we could look forward to spending late evenings at the park. All he did was watch us. He would wear his three-piece suit and spit-shined dress shoes and walk the park with us. He would never get on the rides or play the games he just watched us do everything and watched from the sidelines as if he was our personal bodyguard. As we sailed through the haunted house he didn't take the ride with us he stood on the outside and waited for us (my oldest brother and I).
We loved how much money he spent on us freely. We went to the park with an open purse. He spared no expense. If we wanted cotton candy we could have it, if we wanted popcorn we could have it, if we wanted snow cones we could have it. He never reprimanded us for having all the sweets and treats we wanted. We rode the roller coaster, we rode the merry-go-round, we played the games to try and win stuffed animals. Whatever we wanted to do he let us. No arguments, no admonitions. When I would ask him for 50 cents he would give me twenty dollars.
He really made childhood fun. Most of his friends were military and were just as intelligent as my dad was. When I was a little girl growing up I loved spending time with my dad. When he would go visit his friends he would take me along and a lot of times I would sit in the car until he came back out with his friend and listen to them engaged in conversation waiting for him to get back in the car for our next stop. We would ride together from sun up until sun down. He would always say "whatever you want to do baby". He would take me out to eat and he would always finish eating first and just sit across the table and stare at me while I ate.
I remember times when my grandmother, mother, and I were just at wits end with each other then I would say "I want to go live with my Daddy." My grandmother would tell me "he could have you with my blessings but where is he going to put you, he's on a ship." The only time I ever heard my father holler at someone in a serious tone is when he took me on the ship with him. He liked for everything to be meticulously clean. Everything inside was so shiny nothing like I imagined from the dull gray exterior.
The funniest experience was when he took me to show me how to drive in his Eldorado. The car was just way too big. We got down to the corner of Lafayette Blvd and Tidewater Drive in Norfolk and he put both hands up to his ears and raised his legs up to his chest and screamed "Jesus Christ Lynne Renee". He called me Lynne Renee all the time. I thought I was going to crash the car. I pulled over and told him he could drive us the rest of the way home. He told me I was going to be like my Aunt who never drove because her nerves were too bad. I think that was the first and last time ever when I was in a car behind the wheel with him.
My father was a great example of what defines a man. He took care of his family. He spent time with his children. He always worked. He always gave a whole lot with very little in return. He never talked about his deeds. He did a lot of a lot of people but you would never know it because he never talked about it. The one thing both of my parents had in common they were givers.
At times I wish he would have sat me down and said "Lynne Renee" I may be the exception and not the rule for the men you will meet in your lifetime. As a friend told me once he will explain to his daughter "in life there will be obstacles..."
My daddy was friends with people from all walks of life. He treated everyone the same respect. He used his smarts and intuitiveness to always keep people laughing. He was extremely smart. One of his favorite sayings was: "I talk to myself because sometimes it is the only intelligent conversation I get all day!" and then would crack up laughing."
Saturday, June 5, 2010
If I could introduce my grandchildren to the high-tech items of my day...
I remember my first typewriter. It was a manual Smith-Corona typewriter I found in the SEARS and ROEBUCK shopping catalog. My father was career Navy and my mother was career Civil Service. They gave me and my brother the things we wanted. They never wanted their children to want for anything. Thankfully, via all their hard work and sacrifices we got what we wanted.
I remember my first typewriter with the dual color ribbon. You could actually flip between whether you wanted black typewriter type or red. Well, I learned to type pretty good on it as well. I think I was up to about 55 wpm when I got my first electric typewriter. My speed increased about 10 wpm just with the change in typewriters.
Now today, I'm impressed with how fast my speed is when I typewrite online. Sometimes when I have idle time I go to the website www.typingtest.com and test my typing speed. At times I'm able to top 100 wpm and for that I'm grateful. It helps me to relax.
Watching my grandchildren get older makes me realize how much of my world they never will be privy to. They have gadgets now where they can color on the gadget attached to the computer via a USB port and it shows up on the computer screen. I think it is really cool and amazing. I have two granddaughters who like to draw. The youngest is the gadget artist. My eldest grandchild uses one of the first computer paint tools, MSPAINT to create her works of art. Now both of their dads have different artistic talent styles I figure that's where they get their love from the arts from. They are really good at it. The most technology I had for art as a child was the screen with a red border we had a etch pencil attached to we used to draw with. We use to shake the screen to clear it.
They have all types of museums for different stuff, I think it would be nice if someone opened up a gadget museum to display all the tech gadgets from my grade school years so I can walk my grands back in time. They could include telephones, typewriters, sewing machines, the picture viewers we used to hold up to our eyes, the first video games, a small replica of the old-time gas pumps, appliances without automatic shut off, the old music players, refrigerators without ice-makers, the wind up toys with no battery compartments, the first AM/FM radio without manual dials, and my all-time favorite for my grandchildren to see would be a television without a remote control.
Would my grands appreciate a such a tour through a museum to look at old gadgets. I think not they are happy with what they have but it would be even more fun if they had to vacation for a week in a home with everything old school. I think it would definitely heighten their appreciation for all the modern stuff.
I remember my first typewriter with the dual color ribbon. You could actually flip between whether you wanted black typewriter type or red. Well, I learned to type pretty good on it as well. I think I was up to about 55 wpm when I got my first electric typewriter. My speed increased about 10 wpm just with the change in typewriters.
Now today, I'm impressed with how fast my speed is when I typewrite online. Sometimes when I have idle time I go to the website www.typingtest.com and test my typing speed. At times I'm able to top 100 wpm and for that I'm grateful. It helps me to relax.
Watching my grandchildren get older makes me realize how much of my world they never will be privy to. They have gadgets now where they can color on the gadget attached to the computer via a USB port and it shows up on the computer screen. I think it is really cool and amazing. I have two granddaughters who like to draw. The youngest is the gadget artist. My eldest grandchild uses one of the first computer paint tools, MSPAINT to create her works of art. Now both of their dads have different artistic talent styles I figure that's where they get their love from the arts from. They are really good at it. The most technology I had for art as a child was the screen with a red border we had a etch pencil attached to we used to draw with. We use to shake the screen to clear it.
They have all types of museums for different stuff, I think it would be nice if someone opened up a gadget museum to display all the tech gadgets from my grade school years so I can walk my grands back in time. They could include telephones, typewriters, sewing machines, the picture viewers we used to hold up to our eyes, the first video games, a small replica of the old-time gas pumps, appliances without automatic shut off, the old music players, refrigerators without ice-makers, the wind up toys with no battery compartments, the first AM/FM radio without manual dials, and my all-time favorite for my grandchildren to see would be a television without a remote control.
Would my grands appreciate a such a tour through a museum to look at old gadgets. I think not they are happy with what they have but it would be even more fun if they had to vacation for a week in a home with everything old school. I think it would definitely heighten their appreciation for all the modern stuff.
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