If I'm Bald The Next Time You See Me . . .

It's all because of Google Apps!

I know I'm not super tech savvy, but . . . when I go to make a simple change, a change I've made before, it should not have been hijacked by Google Apps in the mean time and changed into something requiring some real computer knowledge.

Without the option of talking to a live person on the phone . . . arghhhh!

Although, I think the guy I found on the Google forum after two hair pulling days is real . . .

He just tells me  to do things I don't quite understand . . .

Sigh.

I've spent the last few months doing a little thinking between feeling sorry for myself and reading every book on my book shelf.

I've been re evaluating.

Dreaming.

Lecturing. (myself)

I'm a follow the rules, do things right, take your responsibilities serious, kind of girl.

While I can't help but make the things I do fun or interesting whenever possible, there is always that niggle of guilt.

Because life is serious business people!

Work before pleasure.

You know . . .

Dishes before seed starting. Laundry before taking 100 pictures of the cake I just baked. Scrubbing the bathroom before hand crafting the new tags for my April sale . . .

Let's face it  though  . . the fun stuff almost always won out. And thus the niggling guilt.

But as I sat for all those months, unable to do any of the important, serious, stuff, I started to realize that it still all got done. Somehow.

That, even though I couldn't do all of those important, serious, things, I was still worthwhile. God loves me for who I am. Not what I do.

My family and friends love me for who I am, not what I do.

I began to wonder if in fact my desire to make things, grow things, photograph things, and . . .  and . . . write about things . . .  was so very strong because  those were the talents God intended me to focus on.

Without that niggle of guilt.

But . . . still scrubbing the bathroom once in a while. ( Because otherwise. . . well . . .  that would just be gross. . .)

So, some changes are coming.

One of which I would have shared with you tomorrow . . .  if Google Apps hadn't stopped me in my tracks . .

I finally gave myself a time out late this afternoon and did this instead . . .

Nothing cheers me up like a fresh, apple struesel coffee cake! Or taking numerous pictures of one . . . 

I'm going to get a good night's sleep and tackle the dragon that is Google Apps, again tomorrow.

It's a good thing I'm too stubborn to give up.

 Now if I could just remember where I put that armor . . . I think I'm gonna need it!

Graduation part two

As I mentioned in my previous post, one of the young women who graduated, composed and wrote a song for the graduating class and then performed it with three other young ladies.

I was so impressed that a 17 year old was able to do this, that I wanted to share.

Thanks to my cousin Chandra, I now know how to attach a movie.

She also told me how I could edit it, however, most of what you see is the back of two heads so. . .


Just listen to the music.

I was also going to publish the words to the song, but it occurred to me that I shouldn't do that without asking.

Here's a small piece of the girls singing. . .

My son the star!

Morgan was one of the leads in his school play tonight.

He did an awesome job.

He played a bully who convinced all his neighbours that the new family who had moved in had to go. (the dad had spent time in prison)

He was a very convincing mean, nasty man.

When he slapped his 'daughter' across her face the entire theater gasped.

His voice ( and anger) projected to the back of the theater.

Everyone involved did an amazing job.

And Sarah. . . (the girl in the red skirt)

He really did think you were going to move your head as he slapped you. . . (yikes!)



Morgan and his very best friend Brad. . . the good guy and the bad guy. ( the good guy is wearing the red tie)

Well done everyone!
See you at grad on Friday. . .