Sunday, April 27, 2008

Sunday morning

Morning laundry is done, waiting to be folded.

I'm enjoying the "birthday card club" class. We meet once a month and make 3 b-day cards. I'm always inspired after the class, but I don't do anything about it. I purchased materials yesterday to make "thank you" cards to give to Jackie at her wedding shower on Saturday. Maybe I'll actually make them. The stamping class through the "Live and Learn" catalog was cancelled due to under-enrollment. Six people signed up and they needed eight. Bummer.

I saw my friend Julia over my lunch hour on Thursday. It was just like the olden days when we lunched together and talked.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Blog Class

I went to a "how to blog" workshop last night. I thought the instructor would walk us thru steps on setting up and using our own blogs. But, no. It was mostly a PowerPoint about what blogs are and how they're different than webpages using CMS (content management system) instead of HTML. Plus, he kept showing his own blog to demonstrate stuff. Zzzzzz. At least with my tuition-waiver perk I didn't have to pay for this class.

John had a bowling guy over last night to use his TurboTax.

Another exciting Tuesday evening.

Tonight is "Project Runway." And I can hardly contain my glee on Thursday nights: "Survivor" and "The Apprentice."

Monday, October 29, 2007

Monday Evening

Here's my first attempt at blogging. Absolutely nothing happened today.

Went to GC to help my mom. Saw my sister (my brother, too). Got a free iced tea with help from Mr. Swanson. Saw a couple former teachers. They knew my name, but I figure they came up with it by association .... saw my brother and they deduced I was his sister.

Heated up leftover soup for lunch with my mom. Made some phone calls for her to help out with a couple things. Showed her some pictures on the computer from my memory stick.

I was reading a book and Mom was dozing. She started talking; I said "what?" That startled her awake and she said "I guess I was dreaming. I was talking to Martha and you're not her."

One more day of fun.