Going over to the Dark Side

I just became a paid LJ member. Loaded more pics. For some reason, though, iJournal is still only picking up the first three, even after I logged out and restarted. I wonder if they have a limit?

My S2 format looks a little different as well--not as easy to read. Did the colors become more vivid just because I'm paying for them now--how bizarre.

Looks like it's time to reformat...

Going over to the Dark Side

I just became a paid LJ member. Loaded more pics. For some reason, though, iJournal is still only picking up the first three, even after I logged out and restarted. I wonder if they have a limit?

My S2 format looks a little different as well--not as easy to read. Did the colors become more vivid just because I'm paying for them now--how bizarre.

Looks like it's time to reformat...

I should feel grumpier

I should feel grumpier than I do--the day job was aggravating, my back has been acting up, and I have an icky medical test in a couple of weeks that I am soooo not looking forward to.

Instead, I feel pretty decent. I blame the puppies for this. Mickey goes nutty when I come through the door, and King picks up his (empty) food bowl and tries to coax me into playing tag. Gee, it's like they;re happy to see me or something. After dinner, I let them out in the backyard while I did some work--they ran around and played while I demolished a birdbath.

Years ago, Dad went out and bought a birdbath. I thought he'd get a simple, classical-looking thing but this is my Dad we're talking about. Instead of a simple white bowl on a stand he came home with a bright red monster bowl with a fountain attachment. The attachment consisted of a statue of a little boy wearing a fireman's hat, his puppy by his side, holding a hose at a suggestive angle. The bowl had a hookup for a hose--attach the hose and turn it on and the water came out the little fireman's...hose.

Dad never understand why Mom and I never thought much of that birdbath.

Well, over the years the red color faded and the bowl deteriorated, springing leaks and cracking in several places. The danged thing was so heavy that this past summer, Dad didn't even try to set it up. It remained upside-down in the middle of the flowerbed, and the birds went somewhere else for their water.

Well, Mom and I decided that if we go with a birdbath this summer, we want a different style. So I hunted in the garage for the sledge hammer and took the fight to the old bowl. I must say that it felt good to whack that bowl. Probably worked as much to lighten my mood as the puppies did.

So the bowl is now in pieces, which I piled for possible use as flower bed trimming. The stand is still in decent shape, and might work to hold a large flowerpot. The little fireman...I may keep that just for old times' sake.

I should feel grumpier

I should feel grumpier than I do--the day job was aggravating, my back has been acting up, and I have an icky medical test in a couple of weeks that I am soooo not looking forward to.

Instead, I feel pretty decent. I blame the puppies for this. Mickey goes nutty when I come through the door, and King picks up his (empty) food bowl and tries to coax me into playing tag. Gee, it's like they;re happy to see me or something. After dinner, I let them out in the backyard while I did some work--they ran around and played while I demolished a birdbath.

Years ago, Dad went out and bought a birdbath. I thought he'd get a simple, classical-looking thing but this is my Dad we're talking about. Instead of a simple white bowl on a stand he came home with a bright red monster bowl with a fountain attachment. The attachment consisted of a statue of a little boy wearing a fireman's hat, his puppy by his side, holding a hose at a suggestive angle. The bowl had a hookup for a hose--attach the hose and turn it on and the water came out the little fireman's...hose.

Dad never understand why Mom and I never thought much of that birdbath.

Well, over the years the red color faded and the bowl deteriorated, springing leaks and cracking in several places. The danged thing was so heavy that this past summer, Dad didn't even try to set it up. It remained upside-down in the middle of the flowerbed, and the birds went somewhere else for their water.

Well, Mom and I decided that if we go with a birdbath this summer, we want a different style. So I hunted in the garage for the sledge hammer and took the fight to the old bowl. I must say that it felt good to whack that bowl. Probably worked as much to lighten my mood as the puppies did.

So the bowl is now in pieces, which I piled for possible use as flower bed trimming. The stand is still in decent shape, and might work to hold a large flowerpot. The little fireman...I may keep that just for old times' sake.

ok

I need to keyword the pics in LJ so that iJournal can recognize that they're out there. Got it.

I should be checking my taxes.

*phfft*

ok

I need to keyword the pics in LJ so that iJournal can recognize that they're out there. Got it.

I should be checking my taxes.

*phfft*