A Note From Me and A Request For Technical Help With Smartphone HTC Inspire

I need a little consultation with you about how to download pictures off of my HTC Inspire to my computer.  Does anybody out there know how to do this?  I took some pictures of my jewelry and I want to do a post with them but I can’t figure out how to get them from my phone to my computer.  Help!!

 

Second; I was not on here at all yesterday and when I opened my e-mails this morning I had 233 to wade through.  This will be slow going and time consuming but I will get through them and I will respond to everyone as soon as I can!   

I love that I have so many of you who follow me and many of you visit here and comment every day, I thank you with all my heart!!  It makes my efforts all worthwhile.  You bless me with you kind words of encouragement.  However, it is time consuming and getting more so every day 🙂 so please be patient with me as I value each and every one of you.  Sharing your thoughts with me inspires me to always strive to do better.  Thank you!!

Love and hugs, 

Terri

The Stranger – Another New E-Mail via Mom – Ponder This One For A Moment!

This should give you cause for serious thought.
 
 
 
The Stranger
A  few years after I was born, my Dad met a  stranger who was new to our small town.  From the  beginning, Dad was fascinated with this  enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live  with our family.  The stranger was quickly  accepted and was around from then on. As  I grew up, I never questioned his place in my  family. In my young mind, he had a special  niche.  
 
My parents were complementary  instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and  Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger… he  was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound  for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and  comedies. 
 
If  I wanted to know anything about politics,  history or science, he always knew the answers  about the past, understood the present and even  seemed able to predict the future!  He took  my family to the first major league ball  game.  He made me laugh, and he made me  cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad  didn’t seem to mind. Sometimes, Mom  would get up quietly while the rest of us were  shushing each other to listen to what he had to  say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace  and quiet. 
 (I  wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger  to leave.) Dad ruled our household with  certain moral convictions, but the stranger  never felt obligated to honor them.   Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our  home – not from us, our friends or any  visitors.  After our long time visitor stayed longer he became more daring however,  and even got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother  blush.  My Dad didn’t permit the liberal  use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us to  try it on a regular basis.  
 
He made  cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes  distinguished. He talked freely (much too  freely!) about sex.  His comments were  sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and  generally embarrassing.. 

I now know that  my early concepts about relationships were  influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after  time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet  he was seldom rebuked… And NEVER asked to  leave. 

More than fifty years have passed  since the stranger moved in with our family. He  has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you  could walk into my parents’ den today, you would  still find him sitting over in his corner,  waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.  
 

His  name?….
We  just call him ‘TV.’ 
Note:  This should be required reading for every household!)  
He  has a wife now….we call her  ‘Computer.’  
Their  first child is “Cell Phone”. 
Second  child “I Pod  “   
 
OH MY—-HOW TRUE THIS IS!!!