Sep 18, 2012 |
Dot introduced me to the Pixlr-o-Matic application. This, along with Instagram, is making photo taking to much higher levels for me. (Of course, it helps having a great cell phone camera, too!).
In short, Instagram and Pixlr-o-Matic turns this

Into this

How stinkin’ fun is that?
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And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Sep 18, 2012 |
I just got an Instagram account. I know, I know… “What took me so long?”
Let’s not dwell on what kept me away, and just embrace the fact that I’m at this party at all. Better late than never, eh?
Anyway. I just got an Instagram account.
So. Here’s my first two attempts.


I think I’m gonna love it. Just sayin’…
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And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Sep 17, 2012
“If you can imagine it,
you can achieve it.
If you can dream it,
you can become it.”
~William Arthur Ward
“Some people dream of success
while others wake up and work hard at it.”
~Anonymous
“Every great dream begins with a dreamer.
Always remember, you have within you
the strength, the patience, and the passion
to reach for the stars
to change the world.”
~Harriet Tubman
“Find something you’re passionate about
and stay terribly interested in it.”
~Julia Child
“Impossible just means
it hasn’t happened yet.”
~Mabel Bell (my Grandma)

I am unfinished.
I have potential.
I am a Diamond
in the Rough.
And I will shine.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Sep 16, 2012 |
My friend Dan is one of those friends-for-life-no-matter-what type of friend.
He’s followed Frankly, My Dear from Day One. It was his encouragement that led me to start New Inklings Press. He was the first to buy The Unemployment Cookbook.
We talk smack about sports, politics, and humor. All.The.Time. He’s just a great guy with a great attitude and a great family.
Dan and I have known each other since grade school. He still lives close to where we grew up in Michigan.
His brother Patrick was a 12-year veteran of the West Bloomfield Police. And just one short week ago, Patty was the first officer ever at West Bloomfield to be killed in the line of duty.
I don’t know all the details. From what I’ve heard from Dan, from friends, and from the news, Pat and several officers were responding to a call that there was a suicidal man in his house. The officers entered, announced their presence, and began to climb stairs to the second story. The suspect opened fire and shot through drywall and a door. Patrick was shot multiple times. He later died at the hospital.
There have been reports and articles and messages and much information about the incident. So I’m not going to delve into any more details about that.
Patrick left behind a wife and four young children.
I owe Dan. I owe him a lot. For years of friendship and being so supportive of my writing endeavors.
I couldn’t get back to Michigan for the funeral. I can’t be there in person to tell them how sorry I am this has happened. I can’t share with him how I’ve cried for Dan, his wife, their kids, and Patrick’s wife and kids. How, from a distance I can’t make sense of it and so I’m overwhelmed with how it must be for Them, who are close. Who are In It. I can’t be there.
But I can be here. I can pray. I can share this post. And I can ask you to help his brother’s family.
A trust has been established to help Amy and their children.
I’m asking you to please contribute. Anything. Don’t drink Starbucks for just one day. Put one less gallon of gas in your car.
Please help this family. Please help Amy get on her feet and support their children. And please keep them in your prayers. Thanks.
Don’t worry if you can’t do anything just now. There’s a Button on my sidebar with this link. And it will stay there as long as the family needs.
Rest in Peace, Patrick O’Rourke.

Patrick O’Rourke Family Trust
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Sep 15, 2012 |
Yesterday, I got this fabulous tweet from Trekaroo:

If you click on their button on my sidebar, you’ll be taken to my Trekaroo page where I’ve written a few mini-blogs for this great family-based review site. Activities, lodgings, eateries… you name it, they review it. And the best part is, it’s written by parents for parents.
And they do these great giveaways every week.
Lo and behold. I won a big one. Awesome, right?!
Here’s the Good Part:
“Winner will receive a 3-night, 4-day trip to Myrtle Beach, complete with accommodations for two persons, a restaurant giftcard and a pair of tickets to choice attractions.”
Now here’s the Bad Part:
“Airfare and/or all other travel to and from Myrtle Beach and charges for items of a personal nature, including, but not limited to gratuities, discretionary hotel and dining charges, phone calls, optional excursions, gift shop purchases, spas, beverages, meals, travel insurance, etc., are the sole responsibility of the winner and his/her guest.”
and
“Prize must be redeemed and travel completed by Dec 31, 2012. Prize is subject to blackout dates including holidays (e.g., Labor Day, Thanksgiving, and Christmas).”
What this means is, although I’ve won a trip, unless I come up with airfare and expenditure funds really soon, I won’t be able to go.
I know right now you’re thinking to yourself, “Why did you enter, then?” Honestly? I never thought I would win. I was just trying to help Trekaroo get more support and recognition.
I believe in this website. I believe in the people running it, and the volunteer blogger/reviewers who contribute to it.
I just know, if Dot and I are meant to take this trip, things will work out.
My friend Beth, who is quickly earning her way to being my Personal Assistant/Front Line Cheerleader, suggested I find a travel agent or airlines to sponsor my Blog. She’s full of great ideas like that.
I’m seriously thinking of holding a Bake Sale. I already bought a lottery ticket.
How would you raise funds for a once-in-a-lifetime trip like this?
You’re thinking, “It’s not once in a lifetime.” “It’s only a few hours by plane.” “You can find a way.” But it is once in a lifetime. I haven’t even begun to work my new day job yet. And there’s no guarantee of full-time hours when I do start. Plane tickets are expensive. And let’s face it, who wants a vacation without funds for the little extras like postcards and keychain souvenirs?
Myrtle Beach is Calling… how do I answer?
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
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