My first pair of glasses. For someone who's NEVER worn glasses, to go directly into bi-focals, well, let's say it's been an adventure. Benjamin Franklin may have invented this type of ocular device, but right now, I'd rather know who perfected them and made them "progressive".
Where should the glasses sit on my nose? I'm not Pinocchio and my choices are limited. How much of this is just the adjustment period and how much is a genuine problem with the glasses?
We picked up the glasses on July 4, 2008 and I gave up my independence in an effort to see better. Having chosen the type lens that would darken and lighten automatically, I thought the adjustment would be much easier. The frames came with a magnetic pair of sunglasses that click on the front and they look like a single pair of glasses. Did you know that the UV coating on the windshield of a car will prevent the lenses from getting darker? So much to learn in an effort to see better.
So, I decided that having a line in the bi-focals wouldn't make any difference, and chose to forego the progressive idea. After all, I'd heard the comment often enough from other people, "I chose the progressive style because I didn't want anyone to know I was wearing BI-FOCALS!" That never made sense to me. If you're wearing glasses, what difference does it make whether it's to correct nearsightedness or farsightedness? It seemed such a vain attitude and I just don't give a flip. Wearing glasses will only enhance this adorable face! ha ha
So began my journey with the new glasses and the little line across the center. Lord, help me! Trying to find the right position on my nose, the right way to hold my head and learn how to look up or down and get used to that blurry area, well, it's not been easy. Somebody should tell my stomach that this is part of life, and lots of people do this all the time.
I've been so seasick, it ain't funny. The headache, the dizziness and actually having to lie down from being sick at my stomach; can somebody tell me how much is normal?
Charles and I went out to eat and I had to take them off. My nachos con queso was fuzzy and I really wanted to enjoy my favorite Mexican snack; that's "chips and cheese".
Right now, I'm planning to go back to the vision center. Something has to give. Living like this is not an option.
We had gone to the funeral home to pay our respects for some friends and I had to hold on to the chair rail. I was so dizzy. There was a doctor in line behind me and he must have thought, "How much has SHE had to drink?" My husband said, " She just got new glasses." I told him the problem I'm having and he explained some things. Now, I really think that little bi-focal part is too high on the lens. I see it even when I'm looking straight ahead.
To see, or not to see....I'm back to my little reading glasses that came from Wally World.
I'm glad the Bible says these things "came to pass" and didn't come to stay. One day, I'll walk streets of gold and I won't need no stinking glasses! Can I get a witness up in here???!!!
SEE ya later,
Janice
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Rambling On: July 2008
Summer slides into my life like a runner on a baseball diamond. Just all out, face down, belly-hugging the ground, grabbing for a fist full of home plate, got to get there; SLAM! It's here. Hot days, sultry nights and pass me some iced tea.
Dust off that porch swing and make room for mama. Chocolate ice cream straight from the churn, sprinkler snapping and little water droplets splashing down on the once-green lawn, a lazy dog napping on the porch and the distant hum of a bumble bee, yes, Summer has arrived.
The pool is open and just begging somebody to do a cannonball off the deck. Later, the delicious liquid awaits a little skinny dippin'. Though at this stage of my life, it's more like chunky dunkin'. Oh well. Such is the joy of living in the middle of nowhere.
We gave up on having a garden. It seems the deer have developed a taste for anything green. Like a four-legged lawn mower, they just run right over anything that looks tasty.
Our first grandchild is due most any day. July 18, 2008 is a full moon and that's the day to watch.
So, it's time to sit out on the steps and listen to the cicadas and tree frogs. The fireflies blink and hover in a silent, suspended dance to the music.
My freelance journalism is taking me in new directions. Just this week, I sold an article to an online magazine aimed at young writers. Our future authors could use some encouragement.
The children's book I've been working on is finally finished. THE CALICO COW (can't figure out how to underline on this blog thing.) needs only to be retyped into the proper format. If you know of a good publisher, let me hear from you. The book does express my Christian faith and THAT is not up for debate or compromise. This will most likely limit the number of publishers available to me.
Stretch out in the hammock and make a pitcher of lemonade. Maybe you should make the lemonade and then relax in the hammock.
Time to let the lazy days of Summer just slide on in. Take some time to enjoy a sunset. Have another slice of watermelon and walk barefoot across some cool, green grass; if you can find some.
These days will never come again. Grab the goodness and breathe a prayer of thankfulness.
Until next time, I'll be Rambling On...
Janice
Dust off that porch swing and make room for mama. Chocolate ice cream straight from the churn, sprinkler snapping and little water droplets splashing down on the once-green lawn, a lazy dog napping on the porch and the distant hum of a bumble bee, yes, Summer has arrived.
The pool is open and just begging somebody to do a cannonball off the deck. Later, the delicious liquid awaits a little skinny dippin'. Though at this stage of my life, it's more like chunky dunkin'. Oh well. Such is the joy of living in the middle of nowhere.
We gave up on having a garden. It seems the deer have developed a taste for anything green. Like a four-legged lawn mower, they just run right over anything that looks tasty.
Our first grandchild is due most any day. July 18, 2008 is a full moon and that's the day to watch.
So, it's time to sit out on the steps and listen to the cicadas and tree frogs. The fireflies blink and hover in a silent, suspended dance to the music.
My freelance journalism is taking me in new directions. Just this week, I sold an article to an online magazine aimed at young writers. Our future authors could use some encouragement.
The children's book I've been working on is finally finished. THE CALICO COW (can't figure out how to underline on this blog thing.) needs only to be retyped into the proper format. If you know of a good publisher, let me hear from you. The book does express my Christian faith and THAT is not up for debate or compromise. This will most likely limit the number of publishers available to me.
Stretch out in the hammock and make a pitcher of lemonade. Maybe you should make the lemonade and then relax in the hammock.
Time to let the lazy days of Summer just slide on in. Take some time to enjoy a sunset. Have another slice of watermelon and walk barefoot across some cool, green grass; if you can find some.
These days will never come again. Grab the goodness and breathe a prayer of thankfulness.
Until next time, I'll be Rambling On...
Janice
Monday, February 25, 2008
RAMBLING ON: Meet Milly
Note: This column was seen in print in a certain newspaper, which shall remain nameless, back in 1994. Hope you enjoy this blast from the past. ~ Janice
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If I could create a person in my imagination to laugh with and enjoy life, she would be a combination of people. Sort of a smörgåsbord of the personalities that have touched my life.
I would call her Aunt Milly. The Lady of Laughter. Nobody I've ever known would be quite as unique as Aunt Milly.
I can remember sitting beside her in the cab of my grandpa's truck on the way home from church. My grandpa was driving and my grandmother and I would be scrunched up in the cab with Aunt Milly. She would clack her false teeth together to a beat only she understood.
I used to wonder if I could have false teeth when I got old and, if I did, could I get Aunt Milly to teach me how to clack my teeth like some weird sounding castanets.
She had hair that was always in a tight bun at the back of her neck. Long and gray and pulled so taut it gave me a headache just to look at it sometimes. How many bobby pins did it take to hold that bun together? Someone once said her hair was long enough to use as a mop. I never saw her do that, but it would have been a sight to see.
Sometimes I wondered if she had both oars in the water. I thought maybe the air was a little thin, but then again, maybe she was wearing her girdle too tight.
Girdles are a throwback from corsets. I saw one in a movie once; a corset, that is. It had to be laced up from the back and tied. That was back when ladies had help getting dressed. It was obvious they needed it. And of course when a lady got married, she spent half the honeymoon untying things.
Aunt Milly was known to say just about anything to anybody, anytime. When she wasn't hiding in a closet, she was a lot of fun to be with.
Remind me to tell you sometime about the baptismal service at church. What she said that night, loud enough for everybody to hear, was funny. And that's an understatement.
If we had been fortunate enough to own a swimming pool, it would have been Aunt Milly teaching me how to go skinny dipping. Of course, at night would be the only time for such an activity. Broad daylight would be much too brazen for a lady, wouldn't it? Or would it? I can imagine Aunt Milly with a wicked grin and her dancing with mischief.
She is a strange concoction of many people and places and times. She stands in my mind now, urging and encouraging me to write the best column I can. Let every column that is set in type be the best one yet.
We, I hope, have not seen the last of Aunt Milly. Hopefully she will grace us with her presence again and again. She wants to teach us how to laugh and smile and enjoy every day that God gives us.
Until next time, I'll be rambling on....~ Miz Grits
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If I could create a person in my imagination to laugh with and enjoy life, she would be a combination of people. Sort of a smörgåsbord of the personalities that have touched my life.
I would call her Aunt Milly. The Lady of Laughter. Nobody I've ever known would be quite as unique as Aunt Milly.
I can remember sitting beside her in the cab of my grandpa's truck on the way home from church. My grandpa was driving and my grandmother and I would be scrunched up in the cab with Aunt Milly. She would clack her false teeth together to a beat only she understood.
I used to wonder if I could have false teeth when I got old and, if I did, could I get Aunt Milly to teach me how to clack my teeth like some weird sounding castanets.
She had hair that was always in a tight bun at the back of her neck. Long and gray and pulled so taut it gave me a headache just to look at it sometimes. How many bobby pins did it take to hold that bun together? Someone once said her hair was long enough to use as a mop. I never saw her do that, but it would have been a sight to see.
Sometimes I wondered if she had both oars in the water. I thought maybe the air was a little thin, but then again, maybe she was wearing her girdle too tight.
Girdles are a throwback from corsets. I saw one in a movie once; a corset, that is. It had to be laced up from the back and tied. That was back when ladies had help getting dressed. It was obvious they needed it. And of course when a lady got married, she spent half the honeymoon untying things.
Aunt Milly was known to say just about anything to anybody, anytime. When she wasn't hiding in a closet, she was a lot of fun to be with.
Remind me to tell you sometime about the baptismal service at church. What she said that night, loud enough for everybody to hear, was funny. And that's an understatement.
If we had been fortunate enough to own a swimming pool, it would have been Aunt Milly teaching me how to go skinny dipping. Of course, at night would be the only time for such an activity. Broad daylight would be much too brazen for a lady, wouldn't it? Or would it? I can imagine Aunt Milly with a wicked grin and her dancing with mischief.
She is a strange concoction of many people and places and times. She stands in my mind now, urging and encouraging me to write the best column I can. Let every column that is set in type be the best one yet.
We, I hope, have not seen the last of Aunt Milly. Hopefully she will grace us with her presence again and again. She wants to teach us how to laugh and smile and enjoy every day that God gives us.
Until next time, I'll be rambling on....~ Miz Grits
Thursday, February 21, 2008
RAMBLING ON: Politicians or reptiles?
Author's note: This column was originally published in February of 1994. Needless to say, our youngest son is now grown and the reptile in the article has gone to that great reptile round-up in the sky. As we face yet another election year, this seemed worth running by you again. Maybe some of you will be seeing it for the first time. Thanks for visiting, Janice
His name is Rex. He (or maybe she) came to live with us recently. About 18 inches long, Rex has scales and is colored a light green with some brown on his tail. He has gold eyes and likes to hang around on a tree limb in his "apartment", which is complete with a lamp and heat rock.
Have you figured it out yet? The obvious answer could be a snake. It could, but it isn't.
Rex is an iguana. A very handsome (pretty?) iguana. We have learned that the common name for this critter is Green Iguana.
The scientific name is much more complicated. The scientific name is, and I quote, "Iguana Iguana".
Now that's clever. I wish I could give some politicians a few scientific names. Maybe even a few you could print. How about "Idiot Idiot" or maybe "Democrat Democrat"? Was that politically correct? Probably not. Ask me if I care.
Being politically correct, it should be pointed out, is not always the same as being just plain "correct". A person can be right about something and be making a political error.
The biggest error of this year (now 2008) would be electing some folks to office who should never be elected for any office. There are at least one or two I wouldn't even elect as dog catcher! We will just have to call them "Politician Politician". My pastor wouldn't like it if I called them anything else.
An interesting idea just occurred to me. Did you know that iguanas and politicians have a lot in common? Iguanas like to just lie around and soak up some atmosphere. At other times, they can be real sneaky and move like greased lightening and you're never sure which direction they will choose next.
And, finally, you can look an iguana in the eye and you still don't know what he/she is thinking. You've never seen such a poker face or Mona Lisa smile until you have looked at an iguana nose to nose. I know about iguanas and politicians because I live with one; an iguana that is.
Rex isn't running for office. You might find him running for cover, though. I've heard that politicians do that too, on occasion.
Rex is quite a character. He doesn't spend much money and he doesn't take up much space. He isn't famous like a certain purple dinosaur and he has no idea who/what a lobbyist is. But he makes our youngest son happy by just hanging around. The two of them like to sit on the couch and watch cartoons. (So do I, for that matter.)
Given my choice of iguanas or politicians, I'll choose the former.
I will state here, for the record, not all politicians are bad. It's just that the good ones have a hard time getting elected.
So, don't be surprised if you see my car around town sporting a sticker that reads, "Rex for president!"
Until next time, I'll be rambling on.....Miz Grits :)
His name is Rex. He (or maybe she) came to live with us recently. About 18 inches long, Rex has scales and is colored a light green with some brown on his tail. He has gold eyes and likes to hang around on a tree limb in his "apartment", which is complete with a lamp and heat rock.
Have you figured it out yet? The obvious answer could be a snake. It could, but it isn't.
Rex is an iguana. A very handsome (pretty?) iguana. We have learned that the common name for this critter is Green Iguana.
The scientific name is much more complicated. The scientific name is, and I quote, "Iguana Iguana".
Now that's clever. I wish I could give some politicians a few scientific names. Maybe even a few you could print. How about "Idiot Idiot" or maybe "Democrat Democrat"? Was that politically correct? Probably not. Ask me if I care.
Being politically correct, it should be pointed out, is not always the same as being just plain "correct". A person can be right about something and be making a political error.
The biggest error of this year (now 2008) would be electing some folks to office who should never be elected for any office. There are at least one or two I wouldn't even elect as dog catcher! We will just have to call them "Politician Politician". My pastor wouldn't like it if I called them anything else.
An interesting idea just occurred to me. Did you know that iguanas and politicians have a lot in common? Iguanas like to just lie around and soak up some atmosphere. At other times, they can be real sneaky and move like greased lightening and you're never sure which direction they will choose next.
And, finally, you can look an iguana in the eye and you still don't know what he/she is thinking. You've never seen such a poker face or Mona Lisa smile until you have looked at an iguana nose to nose. I know about iguanas and politicians because I live with one; an iguana that is.
Rex isn't running for office. You might find him running for cover, though. I've heard that politicians do that too, on occasion.
Rex is quite a character. He doesn't spend much money and he doesn't take up much space. He isn't famous like a certain purple dinosaur and he has no idea who/what a lobbyist is. But he makes our youngest son happy by just hanging around. The two of them like to sit on the couch and watch cartoons. (So do I, for that matter.)
Given my choice of iguanas or politicians, I'll choose the former.
I will state here, for the record, not all politicians are bad. It's just that the good ones have a hard time getting elected.
So, don't be surprised if you see my car around town sporting a sticker that reads, "Rex for president!"
Until next time, I'll be rambling on.....Miz Grits :)
Thursday, January 24, 2008
RAMBLING ON: What's Next?
Rambling On was born as an idea in the mid 1980's. Since then, it has grown and developed into its own little personality. It's been circulated in various places, though none quite so amazing as on the web. Rambling lived on the web site of a dear friend of mine for years. Her health made it impossible to continue the site and since then, it's been my goal to find another "outlet" for the rambling words of this Southern gal. With a prayer that this column will find another home, it seemed logical to toss it into the blogging world and see if anyone will read it. Your feedback means a lot. For one thing, I know you are there and have at least paid me a visit. Here, for your reading pleasure is a blast from the past.
RAMBLING ON: Night Song
Janice's note: This 'chapter' I've titled Night Song was the first to be written after a long dry spell, and it came to me at 2:00 in the a.m. The column had enjoyed a nice run in a local paper, but when the powers-that-be decided to can it, I thought it was gone for good. But, obviously, it wasn't. The column simmered, so to speak, on a back burner and then Voila! The words came alive again and the Lord let me know, HE had a purpose and a plan. Enjoy...jk
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Moonlight plays across the surface of the pond much like a silent instrument, its beauty - purely visual. The wind strokes the water with the same caress as a mother with a newborn infant. The muted color of the amber liquid throws back a garbled reflection of a full moon. Shadows hug the bank as only a shadow can in the twilight of a Summer night. Shadows created this night, by a glowing round disc.
Night. All is calm and the serenity of this place permeates my being. When so many search for peace and rest, I have only to sit on the bank and drink in this tonic of tranquility.
Tree frogs join in a chorus with the Spring Peepers. A melodious song so in harmony with the breeze in the trees. What more could I ask for? Such therapy as can only be found here.
Who needs a psychiatrist's couch when I have a clump of cool green grass? Some of the best therapists in the world are of the K-9 variety. This outdoor office is very affordable and even when my therapist jumps a rabbit, I really can't complain. The only "over head" are the trees over head!
A cross tie floats on the surface and looks very much like an alligator. Wouldn't that be an adventure? Jonah gets a whale and this would-be writer gets a gator? My imagination has run amuck.
A train whistle in the distance reminds me that civilization isn't far away. The hum of traffic on the interstate is muted, and seems to lend its own musical notes to the evening.
Have you ever listened to a train whistle and wondered where it was going and where it had been? What musical sounds does the engineer hear as the massive machine clamors ever onward over those glistening rails? Does he hear the song of the night? Maybe he can feel it in the clackety clack of the wheels turning and moving him closer to his destination.
The song of the night plays every night, every where for everyone. Whether you live in a busy town with some vocal neighbors or a quiet sub-division with a not-so-quiet dog living next door. In town or in the country, the song plays on. When was the last time you heard it?
Take a moment tonight to turn off the TV and step outside and listen. You may be surprised. :)
The smell of honeysuckle clings to the night and you can feel the moisture of a fog just rolling in as it purrs against your cheek. The song is playing tonight. Nature's lullaby. Rhapsody in hue ~ hues of gray and silver. A Summer sonnet.
When was the last time you heard it? Take the time. Make the time. It's cheaper than the couch and I love the "over head"!
Until next time ~~~I'll be rambling on. Janice
RAMBLING ON: Night Song
Janice's note: This 'chapter' I've titled Night Song was the first to be written after a long dry spell, and it came to me at 2:00 in the a.m. The column had enjoyed a nice run in a local paper, but when the powers-that-be decided to can it, I thought it was gone for good. But, obviously, it wasn't. The column simmered, so to speak, on a back burner and then Voila! The words came alive again and the Lord let me know, HE had a purpose and a plan. Enjoy...jk
*~*~*~*
Moonlight plays across the surface of the pond much like a silent instrument, its beauty - purely visual. The wind strokes the water with the same caress as a mother with a newborn infant. The muted color of the amber liquid throws back a garbled reflection of a full moon. Shadows hug the bank as only a shadow can in the twilight of a Summer night. Shadows created this night, by a glowing round disc.
Night. All is calm and the serenity of this place permeates my being. When so many search for peace and rest, I have only to sit on the bank and drink in this tonic of tranquility.
Tree frogs join in a chorus with the Spring Peepers. A melodious song so in harmony with the breeze in the trees. What more could I ask for? Such therapy as can only be found here.
Who needs a psychiatrist's couch when I have a clump of cool green grass? Some of the best therapists in the world are of the K-9 variety. This outdoor office is very affordable and even when my therapist jumps a rabbit, I really can't complain. The only "over head" are the trees over head!
A cross tie floats on the surface and looks very much like an alligator. Wouldn't that be an adventure? Jonah gets a whale and this would-be writer gets a gator? My imagination has run amuck.
A train whistle in the distance reminds me that civilization isn't far away. The hum of traffic on the interstate is muted, and seems to lend its own musical notes to the evening.
Have you ever listened to a train whistle and wondered where it was going and where it had been? What musical sounds does the engineer hear as the massive machine clamors ever onward over those glistening rails? Does he hear the song of the night? Maybe he can feel it in the clackety clack of the wheels turning and moving him closer to his destination.
The song of the night plays every night, every where for everyone. Whether you live in a busy town with some vocal neighbors or a quiet sub-division with a not-so-quiet dog living next door. In town or in the country, the song plays on. When was the last time you heard it?
Take a moment tonight to turn off the TV and step outside and listen. You may be surprised. :)
The smell of honeysuckle clings to the night and you can feel the moisture of a fog just rolling in as it purrs against your cheek. The song is playing tonight. Nature's lullaby. Rhapsody in hue ~ hues of gray and silver. A Summer sonnet.
When was the last time you heard it? Take the time. Make the time. It's cheaper than the couch and I love the "over head"!
Until next time ~~~I'll be rambling on. Janice
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Cat Fights and Coffee Beans
Can someone tell me why certain political candidates think it's necessary to engage is such a verbal exchange as we've seen from Hillary I-Can-Wear-The-Pants Clinton and Barrack Vote-For-Me-Because-I'm-Almost-Black Obama? Give me a break! Sometimes I think this nation has gotten a little too caught up in soap operas and reality TV and we've forgotten that choosing a president isn't about who can sling the most mud or dig up the most dirt. The former first lady and Mr. Obama put on quite a show in the debate here in South Carolina. I'm thinking that if John Edwards continues to take the high road, he may come out ahead. What little I saw of the debate reminded me of a cat fight. Y'all know what I'm talking about? One of those tooth and nail, bare the claws and let the fur fly, CAT FIGHT! WOW!
But I'm not letting the Republicans off the hook. Did any of you receive that little promo from John McCain? It was an over-sized post card that basically told me the reason I should vote for him is because he's the only candidate who can beat Hillary. Excuse me? Maybe I haven't learned much in my 46 years of living on this planet and maybe I'm just too old fashioned, but I had this crazy notion that as a concerned citizen, it was my responsibility, nay, my DUTY, to vote for the person who I believed could do a good job. Do you really think I'm going to vote for the R.I.N.O. , aka John McCain, because he thinks he can beat Hillary? Let me go on record here, John McCain and Hillary Clinton are two sides of the same coin. Do some research and I don't mean reading the CNN web site. Well, so much for that soap box, though I may revisit it.
Coffee beans. Have you ever had the fun of grinding them yourself? It was something I'd never done at home. I've had them ground at the store, but, this was different. It's always been obvious that coffee has a strong aroma and too many times, it smells better than it tastes. Thankfully, my better half, that is to say my husband, has fairly gotten me hooked on Pidy. It's pronounced Pity and comes from Haiti. We have missionary friends there and Fred brought us some ground coffee as well as a nice bag of the actual beans. Charles and I ground some last night and WOW! I could fairly feel the particles of fresh coffee tickle my nose. But then, maybe we didn't grind them fine enough...Anyway, if you ever get a chance to sample some coffee from Haiti, try it. It's so smooth; you won't believe it.
So much for the blog today. Thanks for visiting!
Be blessed,
Janice
aka Miz Grits
But I'm not letting the Republicans off the hook. Did any of you receive that little promo from John McCain? It was an over-sized post card that basically told me the reason I should vote for him is because he's the only candidate who can beat Hillary. Excuse me? Maybe I haven't learned much in my 46 years of living on this planet and maybe I'm just too old fashioned, but I had this crazy notion that as a concerned citizen, it was my responsibility, nay, my DUTY, to vote for the person who I believed could do a good job. Do you really think I'm going to vote for the R.I.N.O. , aka John McCain, because he thinks he can beat Hillary? Let me go on record here, John McCain and Hillary Clinton are two sides of the same coin. Do some research and I don't mean reading the CNN web site. Well, so much for that soap box, though I may revisit it.
Coffee beans. Have you ever had the fun of grinding them yourself? It was something I'd never done at home. I've had them ground at the store, but, this was different. It's always been obvious that coffee has a strong aroma and too many times, it smells better than it tastes. Thankfully, my better half, that is to say my husband, has fairly gotten me hooked on Pidy. It's pronounced Pity and comes from Haiti. We have missionary friends there and Fred brought us some ground coffee as well as a nice bag of the actual beans. Charles and I ground some last night and WOW! I could fairly feel the particles of fresh coffee tickle my nose. But then, maybe we didn't grind them fine enough...Anyway, if you ever get a chance to sample some coffee from Haiti, try it. It's so smooth; you won't believe it.
So much for the blog today. Thanks for visiting!
Be blessed,
Janice
aka Miz Grits
Monday, January 21, 2008
A New Year, A New Venture
Who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks?
At an age when a lot of my peers are still trying to understand email; here I am venturing into the world of blogging. For those of you who may be as new as I am; that's short for a "Web Log". Combine the two words and you get BLOG. It's just like the old fashioned way of writing a journal, only now, it can be done on the world wide web and we can just toss the virtual pages out there and see who, if anyone, would like to read it. Then, those who choose to, can respond. Some of them might even have something nice to say. It's my hope that this will be a great place for my column. Those of you who are familiar with RAMBLING ON, may be glad to see it again.
As this is my very first posting to the web in this blog outlet, it'll be a learning experience, I'm sure. I have my Adopted One to thank. HEY REO! He sent me the link for his blog and I thought to myself, if Reo can do this, surely, I can do this. And here we are.
Life marches on for the Kennett family. Charles and I are looking forward to becoming grandparents in the not-so-distant future. The first grandchild has a due date of Aug. 3 and I can hardly wait. We don't know yet if it will be a boy or a girl, but, as long as he/she is healthy, my prayers will have been answered. We had gone out to dinner with Charlie, Faith and T.C. When desert came, (we hadn't ordered desert) it was this delicious cake with the words on top that said, "Baby's On The Way". If I can figure out this gizmo, I'll upload a photograph.
Guess I've Rambled On enough for now. Please let me hear from you.
Have a blessed day,
Janice
aka Miz Grits
At an age when a lot of my peers are still trying to understand email; here I am venturing into the world of blogging. For those of you who may be as new as I am; that's short for a "Web Log". Combine the two words and you get BLOG. It's just like the old fashioned way of writing a journal, only now, it can be done on the world wide web and we can just toss the virtual pages out there and see who, if anyone, would like to read it. Then, those who choose to, can respond. Some of them might even have something nice to say. It's my hope that this will be a great place for my column. Those of you who are familiar with RAMBLING ON, may be glad to see it again.
As this is my very first posting to the web in this blog outlet, it'll be a learning experience, I'm sure. I have my Adopted One to thank. HEY REO! He sent me the link for his blog and I thought to myself, if Reo can do this, surely, I can do this. And here we are.
Life marches on for the Kennett family. Charles and I are looking forward to becoming grandparents in the not-so-distant future. The first grandchild has a due date of Aug. 3 and I can hardly wait. We don't know yet if it will be a boy or a girl, but, as long as he/she is healthy, my prayers will have been answered. We had gone out to dinner with Charlie, Faith and T.C. When desert came, (we hadn't ordered desert) it was this delicious cake with the words on top that said, "Baby's On The Way". If I can figure out this gizmo, I'll upload a photograph.
Guess I've Rambled On enough for now. Please let me hear from you.
Have a blessed day,
Janice
aka Miz Grits
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