Nina Lewis

Archive for January, 2010

Mmmmm . . . this is most interesting. Wonder what November 2010 really be like . . .

There are SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO many time suckers out on the Internet. However, there are some that actually create fun stuff that you could use — on your blog, to print up and hang in your office, put on your fridge, frame and put in your front entry, or to e-mail to a friend.  The possibilities are endless!

Can’t think of a New Year’s Resolution?  This site can help.  When you click the ‘giveme more’ button, you will get a New Year’s Resolution.  Clicking again gives another random resolution.  If you click long enough, you might see two or three resolutions that you’ve seen before.  But then you get a whole slew of new ones.

The only problem with this site is that there isn’t a built in way to save the resolution that you like.  You have to take a screen shot of it if you want to save it. Try it out at New Year’s Resolution.

This one is SO me!

I love this newspaper generator. Type in some text and it spits out a newspaper clipping.  (Make sure you read my clipping . . .)

You can also create a movie clapper board on the same site.

You can also create talking cats, owls, flowers, and ninjas.  But I thought the newspaper clipping and the clapper board were the best.

Isn’t this little tag just the sweetest ever? Make yours here at Tiny Tags

Wanna have a street sign with your name on it?  Check this site out.  Easy Street.

Superstickies. Everybody in the world needs a super stickie with their own personalized message on it, don’t they??

You know, all of these little widgets simply amaze me.  But then, it doesn’t take much to amaze a simple mind.  Isn’t the sign below a hoot?  (By the way, did you catch the non-subliminal message that I’m sending out — Nina is cool?)  Make your own sign with Signbot.

You’ve seen those motivator posters, haven’t you? And the de-motivating ones?  So funny.  You can make your own with AutoMotivator.

If you waste hours and hours playing on these sites — and producing fun little thing-a-ma-bobs — you can’t blame me.  I’m warning you here and now that you can spend far too much time on these sites.  But it sure will be fun!

AS we all know, I am a technology junkie.  And, I’ve just had my fix for the day — or rather for the moment.

I’ve been test-driving Flock which is a new browser.  (I wrote this post in Flock.)  I took if for a test drive a while back.  I kicked its tires.  Looked under the hood.  Decided that it was not a serious contender for Firefox.  I heart Firefox.

However, Firefox should perk up and get concerned.  Another ’someone’ is starting to come between us.  Hold me tight, Firefox, or I just might flee into the arms of another browser.

Flock is coming of age to the social networking scene.  Or maybe it came of age a long time ago and I am just now becoming aware of these features.  Whatever.

One thing that intrigues me is that I can set up my plethora of blogs and have them in a sidebar in Flock.  Then, when I am so inclined to write a post, I click on the cute little pen icon and type away.  When I’m ready to publish, I can select the site I want to publish to.  So much quicker than logging in, typing, and publishing, logging out and then heading over to the next blog.

This feature alone will save oodles and oodles of time.  Like maybe a total of 30 seconds a day.  Why, over the course of my lifetime (since I will be living  until I am 103 years old), this could add up to some significant time.  Maybe even a whole hour.

(A few minutes have elapsed since I finished writing the above content.  I’ve been poking around this here blogging tool.)

I think I might have second thoughts about fleeing into the arms of Flock.  At least as a blogging tool.  It’s a pain in the Egg McMuffin to upload pictures.  I have to upload the picture into Facebook.  Just how many of my Facebook friends want to see the little pics that I put on my blog, I ask you?  Probably zippo.

When I begrudgingly upload a picture into Facebook, tons of ugly, ugly code gets written. I hate it when the code is ugly. I like clean, pristine code. Code that is not garbage.

On top of all that, I can’t align the text to the side of the photo.  Now I know, dear Reader, that you probably don’t care one whit about the alignment of text on my blogs.  You’re saying, ‘Whatever,’ and rolling your eyes.  Well, stop that rolling this very instant!  Whether you care (or even understand) about text alignment, it is critically important to the look and feel of a page. And, I’m all about lookin’ good (. . . . well, at least what I slap on a webpage . . . and on the rare occasion, my own personal looks).

This picture issue might be a killer deal to me.  Firefox, you just might have been saved from my illicit love affair with Flock.

This past weekend, we had a delightful time babysitting our grandson, Spencer.  Fun, fun, fun.

When I walked into the house carrying Spencer, we heard Grandpa calling out, “Is that Spencer?  Where’s Spencer?”

Spencer squirmed in my arms.  Wiggle.  Kick.  Push away from Grandma.

I finally set him down on the floor in the kitchen.  Standing in the family room, Grandpa smiled and held out his arms. “There’s Spencer!  Come here.”

Spencer ran pell mell through the kitchen then around the corner into the family room and straight for the toys in the closet.  Grandpa stood there, empty arms hanging at his sides.  I guess we now know what is tops on Spencer’s list when he comes for a visit.

While we were eating supper, the phone rang.  Startled, Spencer quickly covered his eyes with his hands.  As Grandpa talked on the phone, Spencer peered between splayed fingers. First at Grandpa talking on the phone.  Then at the phone base on the wall.  Back and forth.  Spenser was totally confused at what was that thing on the wall was.

We realized that he had never before heard the ring of a land line phone.  Aren’t grandparents archaically old-fashioned in  having one?

We will be babysitting our grandson, Spencer for the week-end.  Here’s a schedule of activities we will be doing.  It’s rigorous, I know.  But I think we’ll both be up to it.

Saturday
5:00 a.m. Up and at ‘em

5:01-9:00 a.m. — Beatle’s Rock Band (but Spencer’s gotta let me take a turn on the drums . . .)

9:00-9:30 — Breakfast (What’ll it be, Spencer?  Waffles topped with hot fudge ice cream topping and Cool Whip?  Pancakes topped with Nutella?)

9:30-Noon — Wii sports.  (Gotta tell ya, Spencer, I’m no Roger Federer . . . so have patience with me!)

Noon-1:30 p.m. — Lunch.  (What sounds good to you:  Cafe Rio, Carl’s Junior, Wendy’s, Burger King?  Regardless of where we go, we’ll have to get curly fries at Arby’s.)

1:30 — Nap, nap, nap (for Grandma).  While I’m napping, you can play with the toys in the toy closet or hang out with Grandpa.)

5:00-6:00 p.m. — Supper (If I wake up this early. . .)  I’m thinking Papa Murphy’s Hawaiian pizza and 3-4 gallons of Dr. Pepper.

6:00-10:00 p.m. — More Rock Band.  More Wii.

10:00 — story time and bed time.  (I know Grandma goes to bed early.  You can play for another couple of hours with Grandpa if you want.)

Sunday
8:00 a.m. — Wake up.  Think about breakfast.  Snuggle in a blanket and read stories.

9:00 a.m. — Breakfast.  (Any high sugar laden cereal will do.)

9:30-12:30 p.m. — More snuggling, reading, snoozing, grazing in the pantry.

12:30 p.m. — Get ready for church.

1:00 p.m. — Church

4:00 p.m. — Go home, change out of Sunday clothes, graze in the pantry.

5:00 p.m. — Leave to go to Aunt Christi’s house for supper and to celebrate Uncle Tyler and Uncle Mike’s birthdays.  Eat lots of dessert.

8:00 p.m. — Throw temper tantrum (because you want to stay with Grandma and Grandpa) while your parents try to take you home.

8:30 p.m. — Sulk all the way home because you would really rather be with Grandma.  Grandma sulks for the next several weeks because she would rather be with you than working . . .