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Monthly Archives: November 2011

There is a lot to it

by Mary Anne

My sister is the one who got me started with blogging. I can remember several years ago when we were talking on the phone she mentioned that she had been reading some blogs on the Internet that she thought I’d enjoy reading. I told her to send me the links to the blogs, and I read them too. At that point I became interested in blogging as well. She set me up with my domain name and signed me up with a web hosting company, and I reimbursed her through paypal.

I was like a babe in the woods back then; I had no idea how to arrange for a domain or website hosting – in fact I did not even realize that you could buy a domain from one organization and then get your web site hosting from a completely different company! I thought it was a big monopoly, like the telephone company used to be! Slowly I’m learning more about the Internet business, but it sure is a lot more complicated than I could ever imagine it to be. The people who created this stuff are pure genius. Absolute genius.


Thinking about jobs I’ve had – the food thief

by Mary Anne

While thinking about the job I applied for and didn’t get, I’ve been reminiscing about jobs I’ve held in the past, and the people I’ve run into.

I used to work for a large corporation that would “lend” me out to different offices from time to time.  Today I was remembering one of the times that I was lent out to an office that was a long commute from my home, and the hardships that caused me.

I started remembering the different personalities that I ran into at that office, and found myself shaking my head at the memory of one of the ladies who always snuck into everyone else’s desk drawers to steal items from their lunch boxes.  I was remembering how angry that made me because I didn’t want to feel that I had to carry my lunch box with me every time I left my desk, but if I didn’t carry my lunch box with me, she would steal my lunch and then I’d go hungry! 

Complaining to the boss did no good whatsoever.  I was really glad when my time of being sent to that office was finished!


A nice hand made gift

by Mary Anne

When I was shopping last week, I saw some enclosed bulletin boards on the walls of the store. These enclosed cork bulletin boards were being used to display public service notices and I have to assume that they were enclosed to prevent the items from becoming damaged. They weren’t locked, so it was not a matter of trying to prevent theft, I think it was just to eliminate dust and reduce maintenance.

But when I noticed them, it gave me a great idea for a gift for my hubby for Christmas! He dearly loves his Harley Davidson, and I have several pictures of him on it. I’m thinking about making a collage of sorts, embellished with scrapbooking trinkets and putting it all in a couple of shadow boxes or  enclosed fabric bulletin boards. He can hang it on the wall in the garage near his Harley, or hang it on the wall in the bedroom. He’ll be thrilled!


I don’t like trains

by Mary Anne

I don’t like trains.  They are crowded, and noisy, and usually dirty.  I often can’t get a seat where I face forward, and I don’t like riding backwards.  I get motion sick quite easily on trains.

I used to date a man who loved trains.  I think in the end we broke up because he wanted to spend his every waking moment around/in/on a train, and he was neglecting our relationship just so he could be around trains.  So I think that is another big reason I don’t like trains!  Every time I see one, I am reminded of how I was dumped by the guy I was in love with for a train!


The dance of the sexes

by Mary Anne

Sometimes I think that the the so-called “rules” of dating should be thrown out. When I was a teenager, my parents refused to let me call a guy – ever. They thought it was improper because it would seem that I was being too “easy.” I can remember the many nights when I sat at home and tried to will my boyfriend to call me!  Now that I’m older, I realize what a waste of time and energy that was. Love is a fickle thing, isn’t it!

Now that I’m a grown woman, with kids of my own, I find myself trying to think of ways to encourage them to have a healthy attitude about dating. I’ve been coaching my sons on the best way How To Ask A Girl Out without looking like a Pick Up Artist trying to score.  I really feel bad for the guys because they get their hopes up and ask a girl out and then they get turned down, and their egos suffer from the experience. Sometimes I wonder if maybe the age old traditions of arranged marriages might actually BE the best way – there is a whole lot less tension about relationships that way!

After my first marriage ended, I was so reluctant to get back into what is referred to as “the dating game.” Once again I found myself willing that darn telephone to ring, being fearful that if I were to call “him” that it would make it appear that I was too desperate, or too easy. Goodness knows that there were a lot of married men out there trying to get me to hop into the sack with them. That was an odd feeling, so many men dropping by and calling me, trying to get me to agree to a friends with benefits relationship. I really was amazed at how many of these guys really thought that they could run around and cheat on their wives and get away with it.


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