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My Personal Computer at home!  So cool, isn’t it?

 LOL  I am just kidding!  You silly you…

 if you actually did believe my joke!  Hahahaha

But) Take a look on….

 these 3 Computer Tips & Tricks

Enlarge, Baby, Enlarge… Fonts

On a Web page where the font is so tiny you can’t read it? Enlarge it! You can enlarge the text on any webpage. In Windows, press Ctrl and the plus or minus keys (plus for bigger or minus for smaller fonts). You can also enlarge the entire Web page or document by pressing the Control key as you turn the wheel on top of your mouse. Turning the wheel toward you make it larger, turning it away from you make the page smaller - and the one’s that mother gives you don’t do anything at all? Wasn’t that a 60’s song?

The Space Bar Trick

You can press the Space bar to scroll down on a Web page one full screen, and by pressing the Shift key while holding down the Space bar you’ll scroll back up.

This is mostly for women but men should get a  laugh too - it can be all too real!!!

When you have to visit a public toilet, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it’s your turn, you check for feet under the cubicle doors. Every cubicle is occupied.

Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the cubicle. You get in to find the door won’t latch. It doesn’t matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants!

The dispenser for the modern ’seat covers’ (invented by someone’s Mum, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your bag on the door hook, if there was one, so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mum would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!) down with your pants and assume ‘ The Stance.
 
In this position, your aging, toneless, thigh muscles begin to shake. You’d love to sit down, but having not taken time to wipe the seat or to lay toilet paper on it, you hold ‘The Stance.’

To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser.

In your mind, you can hear your mother’s voice saying, ‘Dear, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have known there was no toilet paper!’

Your thighs shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that’s still in your bag (the bag around your neck, that now you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do, so you crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It’s still smaller than your thumbnail. Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn’t work. The door hits your bag, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest and you and your bag topples backward against the tank of the toilet.   ‘Occupied!’ you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, while losing your footing altogether and sliding down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it’s too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because you’re certain her bare bottom never touched   a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, ‘You just don’t KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.   By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl and spraying a fine mist of water that covers your bum and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force and you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too. At this point, you give up. You’re soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You’re exhausted. You try to wipe with a sweet wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.   You can’t figure out how to operate the taps with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting. You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it?)   You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman’s hand and tell her warmly, ‘Here, you just might need this. As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and left the men’s toilet. Annoyed, he asks, ‘What took you so long and why is your bag hanging around your neck?   This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with any public rest rooms/toilets ….rest? you’ve GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers that other commonly asked  question about why women go to the toilets in pairs. It’s so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your bag and hand you Kleenex under the door.   This HAD to be written by a woman! Hahahaha….no one else could describe it so accurately.   Send this to all women that need a good  laugh.   A Friend Is Like A Good Bra… Hard to Find Supportive Comfortable Always Lifts You Up Never Lets You Down or Leaves You Hanging And Is Always Close To Your Heart!!!

Ewwww!  Nasty…. but it’s a wonderfully realistic account of a busy public restroom and  I always dred the thought of using one! But, it’s very unlikely avoiding using one when away from home so I carried with a purse size bottle of peroxide/purell with me all the time! Tina

If you like to write and want to sound erudite, then you’ll sure find Mobysaurus Thesaurus a handy tool to embellish your writing with all sorts of clever synonyms. It’s fun to never use a simple word when a more complicated one will leave them scratching their heads!  LOL

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 Enjoy!

 Old Age, I decided, is a   gift. I am now, probably for the first time in my   life, the person I have always wanted to be.  Oh, not my body!  I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy   eyes, and the sagging butt.  And often I am taken aback by that old   person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don’t agonize over those things for long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter    belly.  As I’ve aged, I’ve become more kind to myself, and less  critical of myself. I’ve become my own friend.

I don’t chide myself   for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying   that silly cement gecko that I didn’t need, but looks so avante garde on my patio.  I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be   extravagant. 

I   have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they   understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until   noon?

I will dance with   myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70’s, and if I, at the   same time, wish to weep over a lost love … I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will   dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful.  But there again, some of life is just as   well forgotten. And I  eventually remember the important things..

Sure, over the years my heart has been    broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved   one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody’s beloved pet gets  hit by a car?  But broken hearts are what give us strength and
understanding and compassion.  A heart never broken is pristine and   sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to    have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my   face.  So many have never laughed, and so many have died before   their hair could turn silver.  

As you get   older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other   people think.  I don’t question myself anymore. I’ve even earned the right to be wrong. 

So, to answer your question, I  like being old. It has set me free.    I like the person I have become.  I am not going to live forever,   but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could   have been, or worrying about what will be.  And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)

_Unknown Source!

Smells That Can Change Your Life
The best route to boosting your mood, banishing stress and beating cravings may well be right under your nose. More to the point, it is your nose. “Tapping into your sense of smell is one of the quickest ways to change your perspective or even your behavior,” says Alan Hirsch, M.D., director of The Smell & Taste Treatment and Research Foundation in Chicago. “The body’s limbic center — the part of the brain that controls your emotions — is directly connected to the olfactory system.”

Wanted: A quick pick-me-up

Try: A little peppermint

This scent stimulates the region of the brain that controls wakefulness,
says Bryan Raudenbush, Ph.D., a psychology professor
at Wheeling Jesuit University.

How: When your energy is low, suck on a peppermint candy,
suggests Rachel Herz, Ph.D., a psychology professor at Brown University.
The aroma makes its way directly from the
back of your throat to your sinus passages, where its restorative
powers hit home hard.
Photo Credit: Kristine Slipson/iStock

Wanted: A sense of calm
Try: Lavender

Compounds in this herb have been shown to have a mildly sedating
effect on the emotional center of the brain, Herz notes.

How: Soak in a warm bath surrounded by lavender-scented candles
– the heat from the bath reinforces the herb’s stress-busting power

Wanted: A turbocharged brain

Try: A dash of cinnamon

Studies show that people are more alert behind the wheel when buoyed by
the scent of this hearty spice. According to Raudenbush, cinnamon’s aroma
appears to increase blood flow to the brain, which in turn supplies it with nourishing oxygen and glucose.

How: Top off your lipstick with cinnamon lip balm.

Wanted: A craving cutback

Try: Vanilla

In a Brown University study, researchers found that women who wore
a vanilla-scented patch began dropping weight — without really trying.
“Since vanilla is a common ingredient in sweets like cookies and cake,
it provides the same sensory stimulation that consuming
them does — without getting the extra calories,” Herz explains.

How: Keep a bowl of vanilla-scented potpourri as close as you can to the snack
cupboard and sniff whenever you’re tempted to nosh.
Photo Credit: Fribus Ekaterina/iStock

Wanted: A better mood

Try: Citrus

Photo Credit: Doug Cannell/iStockPhoto

It’s no surprise this tangy scent can lift your spirits. Because citrusy smells so often
bring to mind fresh-squeezed juice, sun-filled mornings and the promise of brand-new
days, they have a naturally “happy” association, says Herz.

How: Shower with a citrus-scented body wash or dab on a citrusy
fragrance first thing in the morning.

Information compiled from….
(Click) QUICK & SIMPLE

By: C.L. Ulis

I do believe scent can influence our mood! Some of my
faves pick-me-up scents are Orange & Lavender!

Both of us, Me and my wife have a Chinese father. So we both experience the same treatment of waking up in the morning of our birthday eating Misua soup with egg.

This is our family’s simple way of celebrating one’s birthday.

I don’t know the reason, I never question my father.

Then I got married and came our first baby girl. Her first birthday is “bonggasious” to the max. It was always celebrated complete with clowns, “pabitin”, parlor games, abundant foods and drinks. Let us forget the “misua soup with egg” and give the best we could to make our children birthday’s memorable.

Then one by one our precious children keep coming. Still our Children’s birthday celebrations, especially the first and their seventh birthday were celebrated with a bang. We made sure that every invited guest would leave with a smile on their faces and  would bring with them a memorable experience.

We made sure we were able to save enough money for these purpose. If there are times that our savings is not enough, we made sure our Pag-ibig and SSS loan would be readily available.

Those were the days my freinds. Fast forward, year 2008.

They are now grown ups. I still have two college students, another one is in his third year of High school and our youngest daugther is graduating in her elementary education. Times are hard and everyhting is so expensive that we now realize the wisdom of both our Chinese father. We now remember the Misua soup and egg.

But now, we do it with a twist. We now celebrate our birthdays with Misua soup and quaill egg.

“Wais na si Lumen, Singrasap pero di singmahal.”(Lumen is now wiser, same delicious taste but much cheaper). Browsing other sites this morning, I found a site that is also serving misua soup with egg during her and her children birthday. Please click Here.

Doc Joey, here is my entry to the 9th PPBC about Birthdays.Hope this beat the deadline.Whew!

PPBC 9 Call For Articles: Birthdays!

STORY NUMBER TWO

World War II produced many heroes. One such man was
Lieutenant Commander Butch O’Hare. He was a fighter pilot assigned to the
aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific.

One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he
was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had
forgotten to top off his fuel tank. He would not have enough fuel to
complete his mission and get back to his ship. His flight leader told him to
return to the carrier. Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and
headed back to the fleet.

As he was returning to the mother ship he saw something
that turned his blood cold: a squadron of Japanese aircraft were speeding
their way toward the American fleet. The American fighters were gone on a
sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn’t reach his
squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the
fleet of the approaching danger.

There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them
from the fleet. Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into
the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber’s blazed as he
charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch
wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as
possible until all his ammunition was finally spent. Undaunted, he continued the assault.
He dove at the planes, trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possibleand rendering them unfit to fly.

Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in
another direction. Deeply relieved, Butch O’Hare and his tattered fighter
limped back to the carrier. Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event
surrounding his return. The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale. It
showed the extent of Butch’s daring attempt to protect his fleet. He had,
in fact, destroyed five enemy aircraft.

This took place on February 20, 1942, and for that action
Butch became the Navy’s first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to
be awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor.

A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age
of 29.

His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero
to fade, and today, O’Hare Airport International   Chicago is named in tribute to
the courage of this great man.

So, the next time you find yourself at O’Hare
International, give some thought to visiting Butch’s memorial displaying his statue
and his Medal of Honor. It’s located between Terminals 1 and 2.

So what do these two stories have to do with each other?

Butch O’Hare was Easy Eddie’s son.