Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Utilities?



While Jakie was cleaning her toes on one end of the couch, I sat on the other end perusing apps on my phone.  In categories I randomly chose 'utilities' and scrolled through.  Expecting to see things that were probably located in 'productivity' and realizing I was in the wrong category I was still surprised to see THIS:



Bwa-ha-ha-ha!!  Okay, so it made me giggle. The idea that someone had the idea to create an app for this made me snicker.  But hearing my son's words "Mom, c'mon.  There's an app for EVERY. THING" I did a small search and only saved some of the many.


So apparently more than one person had the thought ...



.. and had the skills to create an app like this ..


.. and had the follow through to create it and manage to get it out there for the world to .. uh .. enjoy!



What do you think?  I'll bet these are the apps you never knew you wanted!  :)

*Oh, and how much do you want to bet it's 99% guys who download these??*

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Tuesday, May 29, 2012

It's one of those days

When I come home from work and see this -


I have to ask myself, WHAT WAS I THINKING??!?!!


Monday, May 28, 2012

Maxine Monday

Say a prayer for a soldier today and if you happen to meet one - please - say thank you.

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Monday, May 21, 2012

Thursday, May 17, 2012

This guy?

Sleeps like the dead.  Unless his stomach is growling he doesn't wake up when someone comes in the room or makes normal household noises. 


Unless of course, it is about 3:00 am.  Then he gets up and wanders the house - yowling.  I've read that it's not unusual for elderly cats to wander at night, to seem confused and to vocalize.  My crabby ol' man cat qualifies as elderly and he's certainly doing those things.  It has been suggested that I open the door and allow him to make the choice.  But how can I punish him if he has kitty-Alzheimer's?

Sigh-h-h.

He's lucky I love him.  Oh well, I've played the caretaker role before ...

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Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Creepy sailor boys, frogs and broken mice

Why do people save the things they do?  I received 2 boxes today that my brother packed up and sent to me, with items belonging to my mom that I guess he thought I might want.  Not sure why exactly .. !  Can you say .. things that make you go HHMM-M-M ... ?

These things were not the heirloom pieces you might expect.  There were some cups.  Okay, she liked these I guess.

But did you know they were still doing The World's Fair in 1982?  And for some reason it was important to her.


Okay, the magazine from when JFK was killed.  I understand that.


But what importance did she put on this tiny frog, that she wrapped him in newspaper and packed him carefully away?


There are some really old books that are kind of cool ..


I think this one belonged to my grandmother.

1896
And then there is this ancient teddy bear .. I don't know who it belonged to.  Logic would say it was my mom's when she was a kid but for some reason I'm wondering if it belonged to her brother who died before he became a teenager.  But, who knows?


And what does anyone make of this creepy old bisque sailor boy?  I'm tempted to toss him right away because he's just .. icky .. but sometimes old things are worth something, icky or not.  But him?  Eew.


There are several magazine covers from Women's Day, most marked 5 cents, this one was 7.  I tend to think these were pictures she liked, nothing more.  There are also pictures from calendars and cut out from other magazines.


Okay, this thing is a flute of some sort.  I'm a bit afraid of it.  I mean - I had my tubes done years ago but this guy smacks of fertility to me.  Just sayin'.  I certainly wouldn't have lovingly packed him away.  Where did he come from?  Who gave him to Mom?  Or did she like it enough to buy it herself as a souvenir perhaps?


Can you imagine your teenager reading a book entitled Home and School Entertainments?  Uh huh.  Bet there are some nifty hi jinks in there!


And oh my gosh look!  It was profusely illustrated!!!  What does that mean, exactly?


And then there is this sad little mouse.  I mean, he's cute and all.  But his ear is glued.  Badly, I might add.  Where did he come from and why did she care enough to glue that ear and pack him away?  Sort of amazing how little I know by looking at this stuff.  


Guess that proves that stuff is only stuff, and it's not the stuff that matters.  But it still makes me go hmm-m-m-m ....

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Monday, May 14, 2012

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Ever get a gift ..

..that just makes you smile ..


and maybe giggle a bit ..


..and keep smiling ...



... and smile some more ..




.. say aw-w-w ...



.. and Happy Mother's Day (early) to me!!

Still smiling.


Monday, May 7, 2012

Thursday, May 3, 2012

It's tough being me!

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I have to get up really early when the natives get restless!




Hafta make room for the neighbors ..




Need to hang stuff ..




Make sure everybody is comfy!




.. and everyone is fed, Jake loves pasta!




And unpack, unpack, unpack.  It seems to never end.




Apparently this is the ever-lasting move.  (S'cuse the cell phone picks but you guessed it - haven't unpacked the good camera yet.)


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Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Did you ever ..



.. find a bruise and have no idea where you got it?




What about a bruise this big?




Ya think maybe I need to pay closer attention?


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