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Monday, March 08, 2010
 While it may not be entirely true that computers RUN OUR LIVES, it certainly does seem to be true that they are at the core of it. All week-end I received dire warnings from some pop-up that I had a dreaded disease (virus in computer language)! It wasn't a message from Norton, it was something I'd never heard of, and they wanted money to fix it. Did I want them to fix it? When I would say "no" they would not let me on the Internet. I could receive emails, I could even answer emails; but if I tried to click onto one of my emails such as SparkPeople that would take me to the Internet to view it -- you guessed it, NO GO! Frustrating.
My goal is to get at least 50 Spark Points each and every day. Now I could not access any of my threads/teams/nada! Finally this morning I made my way to the local Library and went online there. And until my problems are solved and my computer is up and healthy again, that may be what I'll have to do.
Even worse, when my computer was running smoothly I had signed up for a site called "Incredimail" because the icons and stuff I could use in emails were so cute! You can only access Incredimail from your own computer. What it does is take the mail from your regular email address and transfer it over to this new place called Incredimail. If you never turn your computer on, then you can access your mail from a different computer by using your regular email address and that works great when I'm out of town. But with this virus thing it doesn't want me going to Incredimail, or Quicken, or anything else I'd like to get into.
It made me wonder when my life changed so that I depend on this little machine suddenly to know if I have any money left in the bank! Or what I'm supposed to be doing on any certain day (you know, the Spark Appointment Reminder?) and gee! I don't even know how to find out what's playing at the movies without my computer! Or check the weather! I'm brain dead, all because my computer has a bug! I guess it's contagious -- because when it's sick, I feel out of sorts too!
Hey! I've having a hard time hugging my friends even!! But don't forget me, I'll still out there somewhere! 
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
 At 71 years old, and a widower for 8+ years I didn't expect to fall in love. I've dated most of the time since my husband died in 2001, but the chemistry that I was looking for just wasn't there. There have been a couple of serious relationships, but something was missing or just not right. As I approached 70 I began to give up hope. I made a vow that if I had no one in my life by my 71st birthday I would just give up. But then, I thought to myself, "That's just silly, just play it day by day." So I continued to look and date.
A few weeks ago a man came into my life, and we decided to have lunch. The chemistry was there! But I had grown pessimestic and wondered to myself what would be wrong with him? What would be his fault? Or would it be one-sided? Maybe the chemistry was on my side, but not on his?
He called the next day and said he wanted to see me again. This time we met for breakfast and discovered more parallels, more likes and dislikes. I started getting hopeful. But he was quiet and I had no idea how he was feeling. Our lives continued on in that manner until one day I asked him if he had met many ladies on the Internet (where we had met) and his answer made me smile: "Eve, I quit looking after I met you."
Now another week or 10 days have passed and we have gotten into even deeper, more serious discussions. We are thinking of a future together. So to all of you out there who are 70+ or even 60+. love and happiness is not only for the young; but for the young-at-heart. Do not give up hope! And do not settle for something less than complete satisfaction. That person for you is out there, have the courage to open the door and let them in. It could be your neighbor across the street, or even the man who changes your oil each time you have your car serviced. Guys, it could be that cute lady who checks out your books at the local Library! We're all entitled to happiness, and nowhere is it written that there is a minimum or maximum age for that.
As for me, there is a permanent smile on my face! 
Thursday, February 25, 2010
 This blog went in twice, and I have no idea why. Please be patient! lol
You're walking through a restaurant on your way to your table, when you notice a gentleman sitting with a lady at a table. His hair is silvery white and although he is elderly, his hair is thick and beautifully styled. You lean over and say in a quiet voice as you pass by; "You have the most beautiful hair." And off you go.
You are walking down the aisle of a grocery store and notice a woman in one of those electric carts struggling to get a package down from an upper shelf. You walk over and ask her if you may be of assistance. She smiles in gratitude as you hand her the package she desired.
You're jogging down the street when you see a small dog coming toward you trailing his leash behind him. The owner is huffing and puffing his way toward you also, still half a block away. You reach down and grab the leash, and return the wayward dog to the owner.
All these little acts of kindness were simple to do, both made the recipient feel good, and none of them cost you a penny. Why don't we all take the time to do more kind little acts as we see a situation where we can either make someone feel good or be of help to someone? A smile is such a little thing to give, wonderful to receive -- and some of the acts we can do for others mean very little to us, but to the person who is in need or handicapped it may be the bright spot of their day!
Thursday, February 25, 2010
You're walking through a restaurant on your way to your table, when you notice a gentleman sitting with a lady at a table. His hair is silvery white and although he is elderly, his hair is thick and beautifully styled. You lean over and say in a quiet voice as you pass by; "You have the most beautiful hair." And off you go.
You are walking down the aisle of a grocery store and notice a woman in one of those electric carts struggling to get a package down from an upper shelf. You walk over and ask her if you may be of assistance. She smiles in gratitude as you hand her the package she desired.
You're jogging down the street when you see a small dog coming toward you trailing his leash behind him. The owner is huffing and puffing his way toward you also, still half a block away. You reach down and grab the leash, and return the wayward dog to the owner.
All these little acts of kindness were simple to do, both made the recipient feel good, and none of them cost you a penny. Why don't we all take the time to do more kind little acts as we see a situation where we can either make someone feel good or be of help to someone? A smile is such a little thing to give, wonderful to receive -- and some of the acts we can do for others mean very little to us, but to the person who is in need or handicapped it may be the bright spot of their day!
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Member Comments About This Blog Post:
It's kind of ironic that the last blog I put on here was all about the new romantic interest in my life. And now this blog is about how I need to be a little higher priority in this guys life. It's bad enough to come after the kids, and even the grandkids, but now it seems that even rebuilding a gazebo is a higher priority than me! 
I'm waiting for my a-ha moment, but nothing is coming!
I'm soooooo 
happy for you, Eve. From our posts online, I think you're a great catch and am glad you finally found someone that you connect with! You're right, we all deserve love and happiness, age doesn't matter.
