Just Like Magic

Last June when I got a new computer..I tried to load my very old obsolete Photoshop Elements on it.  It kept telling me that the scan disks were full.  ( Note>> It was so old it was called Photoshop Elements 2.0)  It loaded just fine on my laptop..but it just would not load on the new computer.  FRUSTRATION.

I had my baby brother look at it..he said “ Maybe you should just buy a new Photoshop program.”

Duh..I guess so..I have lots of photographs that I would like to repair over the winter.

Far Guy and I went to Wally World..and I picked up Photoshop 9.   As we were going through the checkout..a loud alarm began to sound.  The cashier quickly put her hand over the ear damaging noise coming out of the plastic case that was enclosing my Photoshop 9.  She called for help..people were backing up in her lane.  It is a small town Wally World..only about three checkouts are open at any one time.   Far Guy said really loudly “ If we were real thieves I bet people would come over here faster.”   We waited and waited.  Half the people in the store were staring at us.  Some were waving like Blog Reader Ann…and smiling!  Finally some supervisor takes off with the plastic box wailing down the aisles toward the electronics desk where it took three people to get it to stop making noise.  In the meanwhile we paid for it and Far Guy and I just sat and waited on one of those wire benches where old people wait and watch people go by.  FINALLY.  The supervisor shows up with our Photoshop 9…minus the alarm and the plastic box.  We walk toward the doors.   I have my receipt out..the buzzers go off..and we are apprehended and hauled off to jail. ( I just put that in there to see who was really reading.)  The greeter at the door shuts the alarm off and says “ I saw that you two had quite a time at the checkouts.”  She marked my receipt and we escaped to the car.

Well let me tell you..this new version is just a tad tougher to maneuver through..however I did change this

  To this!


Success is sweet..and so is Photoshop 9. Just like magic..it will make my bad photography better!   I am busy watching videos on the net..my daughter Jen took a class last year to learn how to do “stuff.”  Her class was filled with so many old people that the instructor barely got through the basics of how to use a computer, so she didn’t learn a thing, and suggested that I just watch videos.  So I am watching and taking notes and learning:)

Tattoos and Toe Rings

I have no tattoos or toe rings.   I have a friend that has both.

I never noticed them before..well you know we live in Minnesota and most of the time we are all covered up so we won’t freeze to death.

I told her that the blueish purple of the Pansy accentuated the purple parts of her old lady legs. 

I am not sure I could wear rings on my toes..I am sure they would cause me to walk funny.

I cannot wear the flip flops that have that “thingy” in between my toes either.  I remember wearing them as a kid..you know the real spongy looking ones that came in all colors?  They didn’t bother me then..now whenever I put a pair on in the store..I start to feel light headed and oozy..then I take them off and the bad feelings go away. The web between my market toe and my home toe must be really sensitive.

I don’t think I would like getting a tattoo either…I don’t like needles and I don’t like pain..my luck I would get some huge infection. 

It used to be that only “ a certain type of woman” would get a tattoo..now any old lady can get one, just not me.

For the record this tattoo belongs to blog reader Ann..good thing she has a sense of humor, she walks just fine with rings on her toes and in those flip flops and hopefully she is still speaking to me:)

More On Phone Calls

The other night Thursday to be exact..7:20 approximately. The phone rang, most of you that follow my blog know that I hate the phone. Well I don't really hate it..very strong dislike..may be a better description. It interrupts my thoughts, it requires my attention. I was tied to a phone for ten years..stuck with one in the Greenhouse because if I did not carry the phone and a customer called with a question..If Far Guy could not answer the question, he would have to track me down and give me the phone. Two people have now been involved in one phone call, it was just silly. So I took charge of the phone. I have often said that there are not stupid questions. BUT if someone calls me and asks me what in the world could be wrong with the plants she bought a WalMart or KaMe ApaRT.. that borders on stupid. You have no idea how much of a struggle it was for me to remain polite and ladylike.

I find it totally freeing that I can ignore the phone and not feel that I am losing a customer. I can put on my MP3 player with the headphones and not be bothered a bit by the incessant ringing. Escape..that's it.. I try to escape from the phone.

Back to Thursday...((Hugs to ANN..faithful blog reader)) It was a fairly stress filled day, I had turned down an invitation by my parents to go to Bingo, I turned down my chance at winning their new mega super dooper jackpot...and I really like Bingo. I wanted.. no....I NEEDED my time..and that would be my very favorite time of the week Thursday night from 7 to 8 to watch SURVIVOR. Sixty minutes of pure bliss stretched out on the couch...watching someone else trying to survive. Sixty minutes of total insanity..so that I can be sane. Sixty minutes of no phone calls, my daughters only call during the commercials. Far Guy is in charge of the phone....and he is a perfect phone answerer..except he can't lie and tell someone I am not home when I am. It was faithful blog reader Ann...Hey Far Side I read your blog, I know you hate phone calls, but I just had to tell you I almost peed my pants when I read your blog today..my sanity begins to slip slowly away. Goodbye sanity..Hello Ann.. we did have a very interesting conversation, and I did enjoy it..but I would have enjoyed it much more at 8:01.

Some people don't read my blog so they call when ever..my parents, and some of my computer challenged cousins. The people that know me well and read my blog love to irritate me, my brother, my best friends, my neighbors they all just call me anyway. There must be some strange contest they are involved in..how many phone calls will it take to drive her totally nuts..she is partially nuts already..perhaps it will be MY call that does her in. I wonder what the prize is...

Just so you know I am not above monitoring phone calls..but the girls talking to Chance usually causes me to stop and think .. "Hi Chancy, did they leave you home all by yourself again, do you know where they are..woof woof" Now when they start talking to the dog..I know they are really desperate and need their Mommy or Daddy. So I should really pick up the phone, shouldn't I? Nope if they are well enough to leave a message they are OK til later.

Just so you really know there is no escape..this house has no lockable doors. Far Guy built the door to the Bathroom..it has a Far Guy special lock..a piece of wood that slides over and locks from the inside, but the door shrunk and you can slip your finger in from the outside and unlock it. It comes in really handy for Far Guy when I am hiding in there and the phone is for me..he just opens the special "privacy lock" and hands me the fricking phone..:)