My birthday today. For the past 5 years, I have been training everyone around to avoid all mention of it and I have refused to celebrate it, but you can't stay 21 (50) for ever so I have to bite the bullet and admit that each year I get older - just like everyone else!
Anyway, I've had a very pleasant day, culminating in being taken out to dinner by Keith....oh and being stung by a wasp! Well, it's the first time in all my 56 years, so I guess I've got off lightly till now - but it ain't 'alf sore!
New blog!
Just a brief note to announce the birth of my new blog - my photoblog. Welcome toPhotos at Jennytc. See, it really is addictive and I am obviously past redemption!
Vive les sixties!!!
Keith and have have a new game to play this week. It all started when he got a new mobile phone. Having made fun of my new 3G, all singing/dancing phone, he has now acquired an almost identical one himself. Our first game was the 'Who's phone is best' game and I must confess, I think he has the edge on me there as his is bluetooth and is also a speakerphone. However, mine has more and better ringtones, unless you want to spend £4 a time downloading them off the internet.
So, being a bit of a computer whiz, Keith decided he would convert one of his MP3's into a ringtone.
So, onto our new game. It's like this:
1.Keith spends most of the evening on the computer playing or downloading possible contestants for the honour of being the ringtone on his phone
2.The music he downloads is from the golden sixties era (Nothing decent has seen the light of day since then, with the possible exception of Abba and Mike Oldfield, as I'm sure you'll agree).
3. I have to guess the title and the group or singer within the first few notes - which I usually do!
4. No prizes for me, unfortunately, and Keith still hasn't decided on a ringtone.
Personally, I'd go for Lulu's piece de resistance, "Shout'" In fact, I might have that one for my phone!
So, being a bit of a computer whiz, Keith decided he would convert one of his MP3's into a ringtone.
So, onto our new game. It's like this:
1.Keith spends most of the evening on the computer playing or downloading possible contestants for the honour of being the ringtone on his phone
2.The music he downloads is from the golden sixties era (Nothing decent has seen the light of day since then, with the possible exception of Abba and Mike Oldfield, as I'm sure you'll agree).
3. I have to guess the title and the group or singer within the first few notes - which I usually do!
4. No prizes for me, unfortunately, and Keith still hasn't decided on a ringtone.
Personally, I'd go for Lulu's piece de resistance, "Shout'" In fact, I might have that one for my phone!
Tearing my hair out!
Having noticed the smart scrollers on Dale's and Magz's blogs, by courtesy of Gemmak, I decided I would like one too, but, being the independent, stubborn creature that I am, I wanted it to be a learning experience - I wanted to do it myself! So I started.....at 7 o'clock....and finished.......at 11o'clock BUT I did it!
In fact, I did it within the first 10 minutes but the wretched thing just showed as an empty white box, so I thought I must have done something wrong - hence, another 3 hours and 50 minutes of fiddling, doing, previewing, undoing, redoing and copious sighs, ranting and swearing.
But what a great feeling of achievement when I discovered I had done it...followed by total disbelief that I had wasted all that extra time unnecessarily. (How many books could I have read?) I still don't know what the problem was, but it works and that's the main thing....I think!
You know what they say: A man who never made a mistake never made anything. I suppose that goes for women too????
In fact, I did it within the first 10 minutes but the wretched thing just showed as an empty white box, so I thought I must have done something wrong - hence, another 3 hours and 50 minutes of fiddling, doing, previewing, undoing, redoing and copious sighs, ranting and swearing.
But what a great feeling of achievement when I discovered I had done it...followed by total disbelief that I had wasted all that extra time unnecessarily. (How many books could I have read?) I still don't know what the problem was, but it works and that's the main thing....I think!
You know what they say: A man who never made a mistake never made anything. I suppose that goes for women too????
Another joke
Another joke from my friend T.K. - internet related:
Subject: Fw: How the Internet Began
>Subject: How the Internet Began
>
> >In ancient Israel, it came to pass that a trader by the name of Abraham
>Com
> >did take unto himself a young wife by the name of Dot.
> >
> >And Dot Com was a comely woman, broad of shoulder and long of leg.
>Indeed,
> >she
> >had been called 'Amazon Dot Com.'
> >
> >And she said unto Abraham, her husband, "Why doth thou travel far from
>town
> >to
> >town with thy goods when thou can trade without ever leaving thy tent?"
> >
> >And Abraham did look at her as though she were several saddle bags short
>of
> >a
> >camel load, but simply said, "How, dear?"
> >And Dot replied, "I will place drums in all the towns and drums in
>between
> >to
> >send messages saying what you have for sale and they will reply telling
>you
> >which hath the best price. And the sale can be made on the drums and
> >delivery
> >made by Uriah's Pony Stable (UPS)."
> >
> >Abraham thought long and decided he would let Dot have her way with the
> >drums.
> >And the drums rang out and were an immediate success. Abraham sold all
>the
> >goods he had at the top price, without ever moving from his tent.
> >
> >But this success did arouse envy. A man named Maccabia did secrete
>himself
> >inside Abraham's drum and was accused of insider trading. And the young
>man
> >did
> >take to Dot Com's trading as doth the greedy horsefly take to camel dung.
> >They
> >were called Nomadic Ecclesiastical Rich Dominican Siderites, or NERDS for
> >short.
> >
> >And lo, the land was so feverish with joy at the new riches and the
> >deafening
> >sound of drums that no one noticed that the real riches were going to the
> >drum
> >maker, one Brother William of Gates, who bought up every drum company in
> >the
> >land. And indeed did insist on making drums that would work only with
> >Brother
> >Gates' drumheads and drumsticks.
> >
> >And Dot did say, "Oh, Abraham, what we have started is being taken over
>by
> >others."
> >
> >And as Abraham looked out over the Bay of Ezekiel, or as it came to be
> >known
> >"eBay" he said, "We need a name that reflects what we are."
> >
> >And Dot replied, "Young Ambitious Hebrew Owner Operators."
> >
> >"YAHOO," said Abraham.
> >
> >And that is how it all began. It wasn't Al Gore after all.
So now you know!!
Subject: Fw: How the Internet Began
>Subject: How the Internet Began
>
> >In ancient Israel, it came to pass that a trader by the name of Abraham
>Com
> >did take unto himself a young wife by the name of Dot.
> >
> >And Dot Com was a comely woman, broad of shoulder and long of leg.
>Indeed,
> >she
> >had been called 'Amazon Dot Com.'
> >
> >And she said unto Abraham, her husband, "Why doth thou travel far from
>town
> >to
> >town with thy goods when thou can trade without ever leaving thy tent?"
> >
> >And Abraham did look at her as though she were several saddle bags short
>of
> >a
> >camel load, but simply said, "How, dear?"
> >And Dot replied, "I will place drums in all the towns and drums in
>between
> >to
> >send messages saying what you have for sale and they will reply telling
>you
> >which hath the best price. And the sale can be made on the drums and
> >delivery
> >made by Uriah's Pony Stable (UPS)."
> >
> >Abraham thought long and decided he would let Dot have her way with the
> >drums.
> >And the drums rang out and were an immediate success. Abraham sold all
>the
> >goods he had at the top price, without ever moving from his tent.
> >
> >But this success did arouse envy. A man named Maccabia did secrete
>himself
> >inside Abraham's drum and was accused of insider trading. And the young
>man
> >did
> >take to Dot Com's trading as doth the greedy horsefly take to camel dung.
> >They
> >were called Nomadic Ecclesiastical Rich Dominican Siderites, or NERDS for
> >short.
> >
> >And lo, the land was so feverish with joy at the new riches and the
> >deafening
> >sound of drums that no one noticed that the real riches were going to the
> >drum
> >maker, one Brother William of Gates, who bought up every drum company in
> >the
> >land. And indeed did insist on making drums that would work only with
> >Brother
> >Gates' drumheads and drumsticks.
> >
> >And Dot did say, "Oh, Abraham, what we have started is being taken over
>by
> >others."
> >
> >And as Abraham looked out over the Bay of Ezekiel, or as it came to be
> >known
> >"eBay" he said, "We need a name that reflects what we are."
> >
> >And Dot replied, "Young Ambitious Hebrew Owner Operators."
> >
> >"YAHOO," said Abraham.
> >
> >And that is how it all began. It wasn't Al Gore after all.
So now you know!!
London Underground
Whilst I have visited London briefly a few times in my life, I must confess it would take a lot to persuade me to go there these days. But you don't need to go anywhere near the metropolis to appreciate this little gem!. If you travel on public transport anywhere in the country, this will strike a cord. Enjoy!
C.P.U. Direct Computers Ltd
I am really enjoying working in Keith's computer shop (Link to website will follow when we have eventually got it back up and running.) I'm slowly getting better at the 'product knowledge' and where things are but there is so much to learn and the old memory isn't so efficient in one's more 'mature' years. (And no cracks about age, please!!!). I came across a tricky problem yesterday when an order came in and I was unpacking it, checking it off and .......pricing the items with one of those neat little pricing guns. The problem was that the roll of tickets had run out and it needed a new one. Well, that wasn't the real problem, the real problem was putting on the new roll. Or at least, the REAL problem was that I didn't know how to do it. Well, there isn't a huge demand for expertise in pricing gun usage in primary school. No, on second thoughts, the REAL problem was that no-one else in the shop knew how to reload it either. The price-gun-expert had left some weeks ago and apparently taken his expert knowledge in the art of managing price guns with him. Actually, the REAL, REAL problem was that neither of my (male) companions at the time were willing to ask someone who DID know - i.e. the nice people in the shop next door. So off I went next door for a quick lesson and I now have my certificate in price-gun-loading! Easy when you know how!!
Read a book and pass it on
If you click on the little yellow book in the sidebar,you will discover, as I just did, this excellent site called Bookcrossing. It exists to promote a novel way of encouraging people to read books. (Novel - books - get it? Oh well, please yourself!) The idea is that you join up and recommend a book you have read on the site and then leave it in a public place for someone else to pick up and read, in the hope that they too will pass it on in their turn. Seems like a good idea so I joined this morning. I only have one problem. Since I discovered the joys of writing and reading blogs, I have done appallingly little reading, so it looks as if I shall have to cut down on the blog-browsing and read more so that I will actually have a book to recommend!
Another quiz
Just come across a brilliant site although I'm not sure how I got there. On that site there is an interesting little questionnaire which apparently is used in many Human Relations departments of large corporations to enable them to get a better insight on their employees and prospective employees but you can do it just for fun!
My score was 38 and this is the comment:
Interpretation of Results
Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful & practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest. Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over it if that trust is ever broken.
Personally I like the 'clever, gifted or talented but modest bit'! Yes, I can live with that :)
My score was 38 and this is the comment:
Interpretation of Results
Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful & practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest. Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over it if that trust is ever broken.
Personally I like the 'clever, gifted or talented but modest bit'! Yes, I can live with that :)
Another sheep!
What are you looking at then?
So, it's another sheep - this time from T'Lake District. How can you tell the difference between Cumbrian and Welsh sheep? It's the accent, of course!
From one national park to another
Today, Keith bravely decided to venture into England! (Slight digression, but did you know that there is still an ancient law in existence which forbids Welshmen from being within the walls of Chester after sunset?) Anyway today we swapped Snowdonia national park for the Lake District, heading off at the crack of dawn (all-right, 8.30a.m.). In spite of having lived in Liverpool for more years than I care to remember, I have to confess that I had never ventured as far as the Lake District, except for a couple of visits to friends in Barrow, but that doesn't really count.
We decided on Lake Windemere and Keith's trusty PDA with sat. nav. brought us speedily to Bowness on Windemere and the lake itself.
We had our lunch in a little motor boat in the middle of Lake Windemere, which was unusual and very pleasant even though it stayed overcast most of the day and Keith played with his camcorder and shot reams of exciting film. I was allowed to play with it for a brief moment too, but made a mess of my attempt. I will need more practice before our trip to France! For my photos look at the Windemere folder here.
After that, Keith decided he wanted to go and look at Barrow - no idea why (apologies to any Barrovians reading this) as it's not exactly a tourist attraction, but we drove along the dock road before heading off towards Ulverston and then home. Keith was heard to breathe a sigh of relief as we crossed the border back into Cymru! :)
We decided on Lake Windemere and Keith's trusty PDA with sat. nav. brought us speedily to Bowness on Windemere and the lake itself.
We had our lunch in a little motor boat in the middle of Lake Windemere, which was unusual and very pleasant even though it stayed overcast most of the day and Keith played with his camcorder and shot reams of exciting film. I was allowed to play with it for a brief moment too, but made a mess of my attempt. I will need more practice before our trip to France! For my photos look at the Windemere folder here.
After that, Keith decided he wanted to go and look at Barrow - no idea why (apologies to any Barrovians reading this) as it's not exactly a tourist attraction, but we drove along the dock road before heading off towards Ulverston and then home. Keith was heard to breathe a sigh of relief as we crossed the border back into Cymru! :)
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