30 days of Thanks….
I started with something on Facebook last night, and then I came across this website today.
This is November and there are a bunch of different things going on, but I found this and really liked the idea and concept.
http://www.30daysofthanks.com/
So, each day I will do a 30 day of thanks post, besides my regular posts.
I have to catch up, last night I posted my first day of thanks, it went something like this:
Day 1: I am thankful for courage.
I will elaborate on my blog instead of just leaving the one word sentence. I am thankful for finding the courage for what I do every day. There are good days, and there are bad days. I have faced things I never imagined in my life I would ever do. But I have found the courage to do it, and continue to do it.
For first time readers of my blog, I am the Daughter of a Parkinson’s Momma, we are in stage 5, and she is taken care of by me, the Farmer (my Dad) and our Caregiver Beth, at home.
Today I posted:
Day 2: I am thankful for the beautiful sunrise I watched while driving to my Dad & Mom’s this morning.
This morning, I let the Farmer sleep in and went over early. While I was driving over to the Farmer’s house, I went the back way. I saw a truly incredible sight. When I came to the part of the road, where it becomes like a forest with a dirt road, and through winding hills, I saw a 7 point Buck standing in the middle of the road.
At the same time I saw him, the sun came creeping over the top of the hill. At first I got nervous, because I didn’t want him to run into me. But we kind of had a stare off. I rolled down my window, and said “Hi”. He looked at me for a moment and then went back into the woods.
That sight combined with the sunrise, gave me such a good feeling that has lasted most of the day.
Thoughts, laughter, and giggles….
This is not what I had planned to post about, but I would really like to share with you the past couple of hours I have had.
If you follow my posts, then you know I went to a boarding school, and I still remain friends with just about all the peeps I went to school with. I am closer to some than others.
I was cruisin thru Facebook a little while ago, we were talking to my “outlaws” at the time. They made it home and are safe and sound in their own home, although Papa has to go back to the Doctor because his Bronchitis is no better. While we were talking to them, my phone beeped and a friend of mine was calling in. We finished up our call to the “outlaws’.
The Electrician told me I had better call back my High School friend. I had seen a post she put on Facebook and had instant messaged her. She called in response to my message. I called her back, and after talking to her for about an hour….the Electrician looking at me like I had lost my mind, because this particular friend, used to be my room-mate. Whenever her and I talk, it is nothing short of a bunch of giggles, and comparable life styles. Let me just insert here, when you are a room-mate with someone, there are no secrets, and you kind of like become sisters.
After confessing, I swiped her pair of jeans to wear, and they ripped (even more than they were already), she dissolved into giggles and stated her Dad yelled at her and thought she threw them away. We laughed over old times, and giggled over new times. The Electrician looked at me like I had lost my mind when I argued with her over how old she was. I am a year older than her, but could not remember her exact birthdate. Plus, the fact, I can never remember how old I am much less anyone else.
After talking with her for about an hour, the Electrician was rolling his eyes at me, plus, my sister-in-law had tried to beep in, so her and I said by.
We called my sissy-in-law back, and she sounded like crap. I asked her if she had loved up to Papa too much, because she sounded well…congested. She is now sick to, and for that I’m sorry, having had that ukiness a few weeks ago, it makes you feel like crap.
Sissy was excited at all of her bounty we had sent to her from my MOL and FOL being here. She is going to use the chili I sent her to make chili jam, (which I asked her to send me the recipe). She loves her Bears hoodie, and a couple of other things we sent home to her. Folks, I’ve never had a sister, I’ve had room-mates that feel like sisters, I’ve had friends that I consider sisters, but this one is special. This one went zip-lining with me and we’ve built a sister relationship over the last 17 years, that I will forever cherish.
While the past few days I’ve been down in the dumps, and having a pity party for myself, these women (along with the Electrician) (also a very close friend and sister T) have made me realize I have a lot to be thankful for. No more dumps for me, I’m over it. There are to many giggles to have, and laughter to share to be upset. What will be will be, que sera que sera…..Thanks to Doris Day for that one.
A Bit Sad…
Every day, we turn on our t.v.’s, and allow our favorite news and weather people into our day-to-day lives.
For me, I always get up in the morning and turn my t.v. onto WCIA News Channel 3, here in Central Illinois. I have watched The Morning Show for probably about 15 years. It is one of my favorite ways to start my day.
I feel I know each and every one of the News casting team, and all of the Weather people. I am friends with most of them on Facebook.
The Morning Show has a trivia game that they play on Mondays and Wednesday’s, It used to be called Collin’s Challenge, and you played against either the Newscaster Rob, or the Weatherman Robert. I actually called in and won of these games, and have the WCIA Newsleader 3 mug to prove it. (I drink my coffee out of it every morning) My phone also blew up that morning, because the Farmer had watched it on t.v.
Our Weatherman Robert Reese, was diagnosed with Cancer a few years ago, and he shared his battle with all of us that watched. He went into Remission, and all was well for a while.
Robert Reese, was a very contagious laughing spirited person, who loved Zombies. I have so many memories of funny things he did on air. When he was diagnosed again with Cancer, he shared it with all of us, his viewers. He showed us his Christmas present from his Sister, which was a package of mustaches, for when he lost his hair. He showed us him shaving his head in preparation.
Robert has not been on the air for the past two weeks, and we learned he was battling with pneumonia, in a Chicago hospital.
I have a special affection for Robert, he actually went to his producers for doing a story on Parkinson’s,when I sent him a letter, and he responded with he would do his best. Also Momma swore that “Bob” was her other husband.
It is with deep sadness that I found out he died this evening. Heaven just got a new angel.
The Electrician and I are both crying, and while we both feel maybe a little silly for letting it get to us this much, maybe it’s because Robert Reese was a part of lives for so long, that he feels like family. I can only hope that his family feels the out pouring of love from all of us.
I don’t have the heart to tell Momma about this.
This weeks plan, and dedication…
This week, I have already started planning. I do not have Cam-man this week, and my bottom lip is dragging, it’s ok though, because I have some time slotted for just him.
This week is dedicated to the Farmer. You see, the Farmer NEVER actually gets a break. He is there 24/7, with me to fill in daily. After getting up so early last week to go get Cam-man, the Farmer had made a remark to me.
I listened. Tomorrow, I am going to arrive at the Farmer’s at about 7:45 am, and get Momma‘s 8 am meds ready and give them to her. When he hears me arrive, he is to turn over and sleep in as long as he wants.
When he does finally surface, it will be to a fresh cup of coffee, and a fresh cooked breakfast, and not one of those freezer breakfasts he eats over the weekend when I am not there.
I will also do this again on Wednesday, just for him. You see, while he may feel like sometimes he is in this with just her and him, I’m here too. I can get up early, and it’s not hurting me any to go over a little earlier a couple of days a week. And also, believe me when I say, I can totally understand wanting to sleep in. I cherish Saturdays and Sundays for this fact.
I NEVER want the Farmer to feel he is alone in this journey, and while there are times he has to understand, I also have my own family and can’t always do what he needs. I am still here.
We figure our Calender religiously , I know when his events are and I mark them on my calender and know what I am supposed to be doing. I hate the fact that the Farmer has to “ask my permission” to go to an event. I hate the fact there are times I have to tell him no, because I already have plans.
While neither one of us signed onto this Parkinson’s Thing, we are both here, and both trying to make it work. I would say, we do it together rather well.
Because the bottom line is Momma. She is the sun in our lives. I am reminded of a song, it is one, that was on Facebook this week, and I laughed, because it was a very good friend that started it.
You are my sunshine, My only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray, you’ll never know dear, how much I love you, please don’t take my sunshine away.
On this the Farmer and I are on the same page. Although Parkinson’s has entered our lives, and trust me folks, we’re in Stage 5. We are scared, and living day-to-day. It doesn’t matter if it’s raining outside, if Momma wakes up, the sun is shining.
It was a cooking day…..
Today, was a cooking day. I decided today, I was going to play in my kitchen for most of the day. It really feels like fall is here. The weather is cooler, and yes, I broke out the sweat pants this morning.
I started by making a million mini blueberry muffins for the Electrician, for his lunches during the week.
I have to digress here for a minute, so bear with me ok? Yesterday, while I was at the Farmer’s I did a mini inventory of stuff he had in the freezer. Along my journey, I found about a 8 lb pork tenderloin, not the skinny one’s but the big one’s you use to make center cut pork chops. (Sort of). So, I wheeled and dealed with him. With the deal signed, and hand shaked on, I grabbed it and left with it firmly tucked under my arms. It’s been in my fridge since yesterday, thawing out.
The Farmer agreed I could take it and cut it in half, I could do whatever I wanted to with my half, but his half had to come back to his house on Monday. On Monday, I am to butterfly his half of this tenderloin, fill it with stuffing, and wrap it in bacon, and roast it in the oven, with extra stuffing, roast potato‘s and some of the corn, that I so diligently froze this summer.
My half, I had some plans for. Whenever we go out to eat, which is VERY rare, we sometimes go the Mexican Restaurant in town. I always order the same thing, it never fails. I always order Carnitas. While I am not saying the restaurant is bad, it’s just that I can usually cook anything like that at home and it comes out 10 times better. (Ok, yes, I am a good cook) In all of the years I have been cooking, Carnitas scared me to cook it.
For those of you who don’t know what Carnitas are, I looked it up and this is from Wikipedia
Carnitas, literally “little meats,” are a type of braised or roasted (often after first being fried) pork in Mexican cuisine.
The carnitas of Sahuayo, Michoacán, are internationally well-known; they are served accompanied with chopped coriander leaves (cilantro) and diced onion,salsa, guacamole, tortillas, refried beans (frijoles refritos), lime and radishes.
I researched on the internet and finally found a recipe for them, that I thought I could do. Most Mexican cooking is not really labor intensive, it is time-consuming.
My first dilemma was I did not have any cheesecloth, nor butcher’s twine. So, I used a coffee filter, and a bread tie. I changed some of the ingredients, for what I had on hand, and what I liked. If I would have had my thinking cap on I would have taken pictures and then posted the recipe. But well, I was a little scared.
I prepped everything and then started cooking. 3 hours later, WOW. Now, I did have another dilemma as in the Electrician does not usually like rice. But I made a cheesy, green chili, tomato rice, that he loved.
Tonite’s dinner was a big SCORE!!!! No more Mexican restaurants for me. The Electrician loved it so much, he even posted on Facebook, he loved it. This is what he said and I quote
“ Had a Fantastic meal today by my lovely wife, thanks Hon! She made Carnitas and a taste explosion of flavor of lime and spice in my mouth! Really did enjoy this:)”
In fact, there are probably not enough left-overs for 2 people, so he will eat that on Tuesday night while I am sitting with Momma.
Now that I have conquered it, I promise to do a photo recipe of it in the near future. Because now, that I know I can make it, it’s on.
Are you watching the Olympics?
Are you watching the Olympics? My house is. From the opening ceremonies, which I personally enjoyed, with my favorite part being Mr. Bean.
We’ve watched swimming, women’s sand volleyball (it’s a given for the Electrician, they ARE wearing bikini’s). We watched the women’s Skeet shooting (which I REALLY enjoyed).
This morning though, there was a flurry of activity on my Facebook page, during the women’s cycling road race. When I got up out of bed this morning and hosed down my eye, and could finally see (that’s another post), I looked at the route they were traveling. I logged onto Facebook, and my adopted brother Eric (I have A LOT of Eric’s in my life), had posted on my page, about them riding through our old “stomping” grounds.
I had to laugh at the thought we were both remembering the same event, that had to do with Box Hill. ( giggle. Sorry, maybe someday I will post about it, but don’t hold your breath, because the Farmer reads my blog and that is one story, he has no knowledge of, and if he did, I’m not to old to get my butt whooped.)
But, back to the Olympics, do you have a favorite sport? You have to remember that the Electrician is a “sport’s nut”, which I have learned to live with over the years, and actually I do enjoy some of it. But to me, there is nothing like the Olympics.
Freaky Friday Again….sigh…
Well, this morning dawned with promise. I woke up and did some stuff around the home front, played some “words with friends” on Facebook, answered some e-mails and then got ready to hit the road. Today was a 2-fer day.
I had big plans for the day, I was going to spend the morning with the Farmer and Momma, and then the afternoon with Cam-Man, and then spend a relaxing evening with the Electrician. Oh the best laid plans. sigh…
I got to the Farmer’s and went in and stopped immediately. The Farmer was sitting in his chair with a grimace on his face, and his leg up on the chair. ”Hi” I said with a smile. ”Jo, I eff’d up”. Uhm, ok, first off the Farmer does not cuss, UNLESS, he’s yelling at the t.v. at some politician (that’s why I don’t discuss politic’s with ANYONE). ”ok, so what’s up Dad?” . I got a very sheepish look from the Farmer, although I’m not to sure but there was a little pain in that look too. I think he was embarrassed. But Hey, I’m his kid, I’m not gonna be shocked by anything at this point, I’ve made it 50 years, so I figure he’s not gonna shock me now.
“Uhm, I twisted my ankle”, ”ok, so how did you do that?” ”Uhm, walking down to get the paper”. Ok, so I did the only thing I know, I opened up the freezer, found a frozen bag of french fries and slapped it on his ankle. Then I went to Wal-Mart and bought an ankle brace, and an ice pack.
I flew back to his house and then proceeded to make him a BIG breakfast, bacon, hash browns, fried eggs, toast, and apple muffins and corn dodgers. Then I did all of my normal Friday stuff, and went and checked on Momma, changed her sheets got her dry and let her sleep in today.
I went ahead and made a pork roast with stuffing and a baked potato for the Farmer for his “late lunch”. Then I sucked it up, put my big girl panties on and went in and got Momma up, by myself. Now folks, even on a good day, Momma is a 2 person lift. When I got Momma bathed and dressed , I simply told her it was her and I today, and I needed her to help me as much as she could.
What can I say? For all of you that thought she would slither to the floor, NOPE, didn’t happen. My Momma fought very hard today and I am so proud of her. After getting her on and off the porta potty by myself (with her help). I asked her if she was ready to head out to the front room. Folks, my Momma has some grit, because she looked at me and said “Let’s do this”. And with that being said, Momma and I walked to her chair and she sat down, and my goodness, if I had not seen it, I might not have believed it. I think she kicked Parkinson’s to the curb, if only for a few minutes, but damn….
After getting her and the Farmer settled, I went down the road to scoop up Cam-Man. When I arrived at the Nursing Student’s house, I could hear Cam-Man crying. I went in and he looked at me crying, (he had gotten into trouble with the Fisher dude). I told him to quit crying and get his shoes, because he was going with Memaw today. He did the famous snuffle, wiping his nose and hiccuping, and I told him I had to go outside and put his seat into my car, but I would be right back. As I was coming back inside the house, he was standing by the back door, shoes on still crying. I scooped him up and asked him what was wrong, I’m not quite sure what he said, but I told him to grab his blankey and let’s roll. He kissed and hugged his Daddy by, and then told him “Bye” all the way out the door. As soon as we hit the outside, he stopped crying and looked at me and said “let’s roll”.
We went back to the Farmer’s house with Cam-Man pointing out the normal views, “Memaw, COWS”, and “MEMAW horses!”. When we arrived at the Farmer’s he looked at me and said “we’re here”. We went in and the Farmer (who hasn’t seen Cam-Man in quite a while) and Cam-Man had a reunion and so did Momma and Cam-Man. Momma actually perked up, which leads me to believe she has missed little dude.
After we finished up everything (and I must confess, when the Farmer asked Cam-Man and I to water the garden, I got the LOOK from the Farmer, when Cam-Man and I returned, we may or may not have played in the water and became a muddy mess all over the kitchen floor).
Cam-Man and I headed off down the road, with a pit stop at Wal-Mart. We had to pick up some things for the Electrician. After our shopping excursion (I might have to apologize to Wal-Mart, because Cam-Man and I may or may not have acted like a couple of kids winging the shopping cart everywhere).
With that done, we finally headed off down the road to my house where, Papa was waiting for both of us. (His work got called early for storms in the area). Somewhere between Wal-mart and my house, Cam-Man dropped his eyelids and fell asleep. When we arrived home, I unloaded everything from Wal-Mart and told Papa to go get the little dude from the car, because he was asleep.
My golly, what a Reunion, they haven’t seen each other in a while, and there was a bunch of hugging, and loving going on. Papa changed little dude’s pants and then asked Cam-Man, “Hey Cam, do you want Papa to take you to the park?” Hell you would have thought my house won the lottery with that statement. It was on. Both of them packed up and went to the park, and left Camsgranny here. It was probably a good thing, because when Camsgranny sat down and sat for a bit, uhm, she couldn’t get up.
It appears, that somewhere along the line today, I’ve thrown my back out. Don’t worry though, the Electrician has popped that sucker back in place and I feel great. Anyway, the College student came to pick up Cam-Man, she actually was at the park with Cam-Man and the Electrician. They came back here to swap out the car seat and to grab diapers for little dude.
My day, while it may not have went like I thought it would, it actually has been better than I could have ever dreamed.
Tired and a little snarky….
I have been pretty tired lately, I have come to the conclusion, that while my Parents were getting older so was I. I have also noticed a little role reversal lately as well.
With Momma it is a given, but this morning when I arrived at the Farmer’s house, and went in through the back door (like I normally do), I noticed that the Farmer’s sheets were at the bottom of the basement stairs. Now, it’s taken me awhile to get him to strip his bed every Tuesday and put his sheets into the washer and then I take over from there. This morning after dropping off the half of watermelon I brought him, I went downstairs and put his sheets into the washer and came back upstairs. The Farmer was standing guiltily at the coffee pot making himself a cup of coffee when I got the “look” (this is not the traditional, “you”ve got to be kidding me” look, or the “you are in serious trouble” look). This was a “new” look. This one was a guilty look, and at first I thought it was because he did not put his sheets in the washer. WRONG. He confessed immediately.
“Uhm, I’m sorry, I trashed the kitchen floor, but I tracked mud in last night when I watered the garden”. After that comment, I looked at the floor. I could have giggled, and I really wanted to, but I was stern with him and stated, “Well, I guess we will have to clean it huh?”.
He went back to his room, and I exploded into quiet giggles, while I was remembering, ME, getting into trouble with my Grandma for tracking on the floor. After grabbing a cup of coffee, I went in and we chatted like we normally do, and formulated our game plan for the day.
I went in and made breakfast and we both ate, and then the Farmer boot scooted out into his “domain”, the garage/shed. I got busy mopping the kitchen and bathroom floors, and then ran the vacuum. I remade the Farmer’s bed with his clean sheets, and then checked on Momma. I had already given her some meds and changed HER bed stuff, so she was clean and dry, and I was in the process of doing her laundry.
We got Momma up and she was in a happy state today, she was chatty and happy. Unfortunately, Momma will start a conversation and then forget what she was talking about. I also think I have turned the Farmer into a HGTV junkie, especially when it is House Hunters, or My First Place, shows. He got distracted a couple of times today by HGTV.
When I had everything done, I headed out down the road. I was on the way to the Nursing Student‘s house. Cam-man got his cast off yesterday, and I wanted to see him.
When I got there and opened the door, Cam-Man was there to say “Hi Memaw”. (My name has changed from Geema to Memaw). He handed me his cup and said ‘more please”. So, I got him another cup of juice, after the Nursing Student came in and showed me which one he could have. We went into the living room, and sat down and he promptly climbed up in my lap. Then he grabbed my keys out of my purse and looked at his Momma and Daddy and said “Bye!”. I had to explain, I wasn’t taking him with me, I had just stopped by to visit.
Cam-Man and I then entered into a conversation which was quite lively. When Cam grabbed my cell phone, I took it from him and showed him pictures in my phone. When I showed him pictures of the Farmer, he stated “Pawpaw”, when he saw pictures of my Momma, he said “Geema”, when I showed him his picture, he stated (with a giggle) “Me”, then I showed him a picture of the Electrician and he shouted “PAPA”, then he saw my picture and said “Memaw”.
Cam and I played for a bit, but it was obvious, it was nap time. His Momma made him tell me “night night” and he gave me a kiss and then went for a nap. I chatted with the Nursing Student for a bit and the Fisher dude too, and then I had to go.
When I got home, I finished up those domestic diva duties that apparently I don’t do well enough (yes, that was a little snarky, but I’m feeling a little snarky). I got a phone call stating that the Electrician’s day which is normally a 10 hour day had just turned into a 12 hour day. So, I pushed back dinner and let myself play on Facebook for a while.
After the Electrician FINALLY arrived home, I gave him dinner, for all of you who read the playing with chili post, I figured out how to re-make those left overs. I made nacho’s with the enchilada’s as a dipper, with some nacho cheese. It was really good, and not too spicy.
So, with all of that being said, I think I am taking my tired, snarky butt to bed. Tomorrow is another day, and this too shall pass.
Call me butter, I’m on a roll…..
I received another award, and I am blushing, (seriously, I think I did a back flip, and still haven’t recovered).
I would like to thank Genie for this award. Y’all need to go over and check her out, because I really enjoy her blog. You can find her at geniespeaks.wordpress.com
There are a couple of rules with this award here they are.
- Include the award logo somewhere in your blog. (check)
- Answer the following 10 questions. (check)
- Nominate 10-12 blogs you enjoy. (working on it)
- Provide links to these blogs and let the bloggers know that they’ve been nominated. (working on it)
- Thank and link your nominator ( check!)
The 10 questions are as follows:
What is your favorite color? hmm, mostly purple, but it can change given my mood.
What is your favorite animal? This one is easy, wolves, cats and tigers. I don’t have just one.
What is your favorite non-alcoholic drink? Sweet Tea, with a twist of lemon, can drink it by the gallon….
Do you prefer Facebook or Twitter? Facebook, simply for the fact, I am a Twitter idiot, I still haven’t figured it out.
What’s your passion? Hmm..First and foremost my family, writing, photography, and reading (I have varied interests).
What’s your favorite pattern? I may have misinterpreted this question, but my favorite pattern is routine.
What’s your favorite number? Has been and always will be my lucky number 7.
Favorite day of the week? When I was working, Friday, but now? Everyday, that I wake up is a Blessing.
Favorite flower? Hmm, this one made me think, first instinct would be to say a rose, but as I’ve gotten older, I would have to say anything that is grown outside, I don’t really like cut flowers because they die, but if it is a flower plant outside, I really enjoy those. Now if you asked what kind of outdoor plant I like, that’s a given Hostas!
What is on my mind today: Today, I really don’t have anything on my mind, it is a down day for me. They are few and far between, because of my normal daily obligations. But I do “feel” Blessed by all that I have and all of the wonderful people in my life. (Uhm, check with me tomorrow, when random thoughts will come and go).
My next task with this award is to nominate other bloggers….
Being as it is a down day, Can I get back to you on this one? I would like to check first with the people I nominate, because not all of the blogs I would nominate might not want an award, so out of respect for them, I’m going to check first. Look for “Call me butter, I’m on a roll part two” OK?
Late night again….
Well here it is 12:13 am, I cannot sleep. I just arrived home from the Farmers house, oh about an hour ago. The Farmer had his CCRA (Champaign County Rifle Association) night (with the guys). They get together and I am told he had a steak and baked potato dinner, and an awesome “guest speaker“. (yawn).
It’s been a long day for me. I got up woke up to the Electrician kissing me goodbye, on his way to work. Um, yea I went back to sleep (sorry). I did finally surface after Ms. Baby came in and gave me “the what for” (as in get yer butt outta bed and feed me, or let me out), and she even kicked me with her back paws to make sure I understood she was serious.
Yea, yea, whatever. I got my butt outta bed and did the stuff around the house I was supposed to, and thought I’d better get things ready for the Electrician, because 1. He’s gonna be tired when he get’s home, and 2. He has class tonite, which means he’s really gonna be tired. In case you missed my post about his new job. The Electrician is working 10 hour shifts on the Wind-turbine farms.
Anyhoo, I made his lunch for tomorrow, and set his clothes out, and did those other domestic diva things I do, and then I left my house, for the Farmers.
I did the usual stuff there, and folks, let me tell you, I kinda freaked out on Sunday, because Momma was sick. She had a cold, which I did not want to turn into pneumonia, and while we are not out of the woods yet, the prognosis is good. The Farmer and I have taken extreme caution with her and given her meds for her temp, (which only spiked once). ( By freaking out, I asked everyone I knew on Facebook to put her in the Prayer chain. ) Well, let’s just say it’s working.
But I’m digressing once again, back to today. I had a really cool post that I was going to post until….well….let’s just say Camsgranny muffed up. I have to tell the Farmer tomorrow, but uhm….well…it goes back to me taking pictures with his camera (which by the way is totally awesome). The pictures I took at his house with him and the Electrician working on the yard, well… I took the pictures with his camera, but I took the memory card out of the Farmers camera to download the pictures into my computer with MY camera (which really is the Electrician’s camera), and well…uhm…I forgot to put the memory card back into his camera before I took the pictures….. OOPS….
So, for any of you technical people out there, can you tell me how to put the pictures onto the memory card and off the hard drive of the camera? Or what I have to do to get the pictures from today?
I’m not giving away what the pictures are but some help here, please?
Anyway….today was a long day filled with the Farmer and Momma and Cam-Man, but right now I am seriously to tired to go into it other than the dilemma of how to get my pictures back.
I think I am seriously not ready for technology…..cuz I always find some way to muck it up….
