Saturday, October 11, 2014

Always Too Late Making My Blog Posts


 
I had the best birthday ever! Considering I am now 64. I started my website when I was 47. It took a lot to get me to move over to blogging. My webpages were before Facebook and Instagram. It was even before Website Editors. I wrote all my Hyper Text Markup Language by myself. 

And my first page was a poem, then a page about "The Meaning of Flowers." I learned so much. I had a webpage on my home, our weddings, how to grow gardens and I connected them all. My favorite was my genealogy and every page had "midi" music. I think I had about 25+ subjects and each with one or three pages long.

I was asked by dozens of people to set pages online for them. I was busy selling Automobile Emblems on EBay. I was the "Emblem Queen" after aquiring the largest known collection of emblems, hub nuts, and scripts in the world. I still have too much left over. It was so fun! I was a seller and even made my own page to sell my goodies.

It was interesting on EBay! You could actually SEE the bidding going-up as you watched the computer monitor. No sniping back then.

I made so many web pages for my friend's start-up companies and even for a pest company my husband was working at part time. If I couldn't find a picture I needed, I hand drew it (basically) on my art program. I even made the company's logo. Work.

I always got this same let-down. "Looks like we can manage." "We are looking for something a little more fun, business-like, or less wordy"  I was often told that I could have a commission of anything that the company or my friends' sold. 

I put my heart into every page I created and my husband's company outright stole my page. Something to do with him working for them. Okay, I learned a lot and I did a great job.

The others would change their page a bit here and there. So the website (they said) wasn't really my project anymore.

 I wasn't through because I felt it was my new hobby. I taught HTML for fun. Ugh! There was no change with everyone and I was still doing all the work. All anyone really wanted was a website and not learning how to put one up on the Internet.

Lately, I've missed so many events. I really need to go back and fill-in my blank weeks of blogging zero. 

I know this whole blog post sounds like bragging. Now, I'm just learning to blog on my phone. I hated trying to learn "Flash Scripts" barely managed "Cascading Style Scripts." I still feel new(bie) I've always disliked that term. 



My brick-wall at blogging is that I'm needing new glasses and huge adjustments to my eyes. I hate typing; it makes me look like I'm crying with tears included. I have a handkerchief and Tylenol at my side.



I suppose I should've gotten glasses for my birthday. I adore my bright red Kitchen Aid with attachments! And goodies that never expected. 



My silver Young Woman's with a ruby? I did earn it, but never expected to have one. I'm so blessed. 

What do I need to remember about my birthday? Don't try and carry more than you need. Make more trips back and retrieve your presents because falling-out of a 4-wheel Toyota FJ can take all the fun out of playthings. Yes I did. I fell out on the driveway and knocked myself out.



Pause. I hold my silver, charm-necklace between my pointer-finger and thumb; thinking. It's not the charm, it's what I learned, what I did, and happiness I felt when I chose to do right. The right things were easy and hard. I think the really hard ones like studying the Scriptures every single day throughout this year started-out hard, but became easy like I missed my day without study, I couldn't NOT do it. I really missed the feelings of having that extra strength in my day. I really love learning the Gospel and love the Primary and my challenges I have there and I also love the Young Women's Programs; I still follow.

Maybe a sideways look toward the mixer... and I have the same feeling. It's not the cookies I make for me. Oh No! It's the little ones with me and watching my grandchildren and children after baking! I love to cook for them and WITH them as much as seeing them eating Gingerbread men, cookies, and Divinity. 

The homemade bread is for Steve and Primary treats are a joy. We'll both be eating healthier with the slicer/dicer attachments. It's about doing, giving, and learning and making memories to blog.

Yep, I want to say, "I remember that."  HTML wasn't for money, it was to get to this place of a journal about family. I would have never jumped right into blogging without some HTML knowledge. I'm feeling really blessed and it's not going away.


Monday, September 1, 2014

Happy Labor Day!


Credit to Cutest Blog on The Block


I was just thinking... and every time I mention that to my dear husband he always gives me this skeptical eye, somewhat like it's going to either cost him more money or a whole lot of time for him to accomplish.

 I wrote the above teeny paragraph and my Sciatica nerve hurt, so I opted to go to my laptop and sit on on "Sciatica Pillow." I was working on the "big computer" at my husband's old desk, but the chair hurt my back. I arranged the "special pillow" and two pillows behind me on my back and moved this wonderful (?) TV tray with my laptop.

The disaster begins. I spilled my soda-pop and obviously something I shouldn't be drinking (also known as: Die Diet Cherry Dr. Pepper.) Oh, I forgot the "t" in diet. Subliminal message. Yes, I know we all die. The disaster continues. The soda-pop was full but I grabbed it in time. Whew! Not all of it made it's way to my computer. It soaked a perfectly composed letter and of course, I didn't write it and flooded two floppy disks. I cleaned the spilled, red liquid off of the tray and set my soda-pop on a book that was on the arm of the sofa. The book made a perfectly good flat surface and all was just right until the TV tray was moved slightly and the "under part" holding the tray fell down. 

Thankfully, the laptop fell on my lap but my elbow hit the book that began a red waterfall and landslide that soaked everything but my computer. Everything was covered with Diet Dr. Pepper. including my phone, the leather sofa, my awesome thermal robe (that's weird at 2:00 in the afternoon) and my beautiful fur goat-hide. Oh my gosh! That sounds so lazy and weird. It's hit 100 degrees this afternoon. No East Wind. It's humid and I'm not used to this kind of weather.

The robe explanation: I'm resting my back so it gets better. My other robes are too hot I'm not planning to go out in public, I'm going to lie down on my bed and over a big block of ice in a few minutes.

The goat fur that was soaked was a gift from my oldest dear daughter as a joke. It's old and she's not old...but literally a real animal lover. I suspect she's a VEGAN. I adore most goats and from the looks of this wonderful hide, it was from a goat I would've loved.  Turbo the buck, is in my "Off Wellman Way" heading. Turbo is a little darker but about the same brown and white color.

Now, where was I? Steve's just home from working (on Labor Day!) He made me a great lunch and there's nothing more comforting than a grilled cheese sandwich with real American Cheese and sliced dill pickles. No more soda-pop.

I'll go out with Steve this evening during the sunset and while he feeds I'll milk our sweet. once-a-day milker-goat. I thought about drying her up. She needs to be sold, so if anyone in Southern California needs a milk goat I've got a wonderful and generous milker. However. She's is only about 5 years old. You can email me at susankaylazenby@gmail.com.

Valentine is our doe's nickname. Gitana goat's delivery of this doeling was really hard because the baby was so huge. My daughter was so upset that Kiely didn't breed Gitana again. This birthing was too hard on Kiely's favorite goat. This job of the delivering Viper was the most traumatizing for all of us and we all remember it as the worse and we've delivered hundred's of goats. Gitana recovered after this delivery and she seems fine, and she's an aged-doe. Weird to talk about this on Labor Day(?)

My daughter was still upset when she filled-out her paperwork on her new little kid. Kiely named Gitana's offspring, Viper. By the time she was just a few months old we were calling her Valentine. This goat is such a sweetheart.

 This year my grand daughter entered the does in the Fair and won. Her awards were 1st in showmanship with Valentine (Viper) and won "Best of all Other Breeds," "Best of Three" and also "Best Herd" and took the "Dam and Daughter." Her Doe kids won champion and reserve.


My grand daughter's showmanship win led her to be in the Round Robin and she won "Master Showmanship" she takes after her four aunts that had goats and market animals and a couple of them won Round Robin. 

My grand daughter's steer was amazing and I know she'll do this all over again next summer.

The Belt Buckle and Pretty Ribbons!
I hesitated when Kiely went off to college to breed this sweet white doe. Would I be able to go through what her dam, Gitana doe had experienced? I finally took her up to be bred and she had two bucks the first time and lovely pair of does this time. The goat is really easy in all ways. The goat kids this year did really well in their classes at the fair and so much thanks goes to Melody Mountain Ranch for breeding our Valentine doe to one of their very best bucks.

I need to explain the first paragraph of what I was thinking. That big question to my husband. I didn't forget. First, I have to say it's one of those glorious California days of Fall. A beautiful way to end summer and a great Labor Day! We can sure tell it's Autumn time. 

I was thinking that I was going to ask my husband Steve for an additional air conditioner. The weather pattern has sure changed here and it's too hot. Our house just sucks-in the heat! I thought if it's going to become cooler soon... it's going to be Fall and cooler. There will be a change of season and hey, we could get a good deal on an air conditioner. That crazy thought whizzed though my head and out the other-side like an arrow ... as I walked-out on our (oven) porch to fetch our water bill, my jaw dropped. 

There was a slight water leak for a couple days last month and the total bill was $1300.00. Wow! That's crazy! Our lawns are dead, garden is dead, and our trees are dying. Granted, we share our water with a neighbor and everything is dry there, too. I'm not asking for another cooler or air conditioner, I'm just going to pray for rain!

***I'm going to have to do a few more posts on Fair. We had pigs there, too with my two other dear grand children. They made a lot of money and their cousin showed at Fair, way up in Wyoming. I smile because I couldn't imagine this was continuing-on with my children's children. I guess the work and stressful times years ago was worth it.