I love JESUS! I'm a 7th-generation Florida native, dyed-in-the-wool Southron belle. I just recently dusted off my genealogy notes and, thanks to a long-lost relative, nearly doubled the details. We started home schooling when only 'outlaws' did it and still enjoy a daily quest for knowledge. These days, the family spends a lot of time birding, butterflying, spending as much time in 'the woods' as possible while they're still here.
OK, so I got fed up with all the funny little things IE8 was doing and downloaded Firefox. Idano why I was so hesitant to do that. It's great! Well, it WAS great... until... apparently some sites are just die-hard IE fans and refuse to let FF in. I tried one site three times and every time it crashed all my browsers. Now I just have to learn which sites require a switcheroo.
In other news, several times just today, I've heard someone say those words our family has come to know and... tolerate... 'never saw anything like that before!' We have to laugh. Honestly, you wouldn't believe how many times we hear that phrase. It's like our purpose in life is to train the repairmen and customer service reps of the world.
I opened a new bank account - for household expenses... plus there was a $25 start-up bonus - and when I went in to make the initial deposit, nobody could find me in their system. Their supervisor had called me just a few hours earlier to confirm that I was coming in, but I just wasn't there. And nobody could figure out what to do about it. It was New Years Eve and the right people weren't there.
I got my new CVS Extra Care card in the mail yesterday. This evening, I went online to register it and it wouldn't recognize the number as valid. Called customer service, got it all fixed, went back to register it and... 'sorry, this account is locked'.
DS was trying to use the old computer - still on dial-up - and kept getting connected at about half the usual speed. (And I use the term speed quite loosely). I made a phone call a few minutes later and could faintly hear someone else's conversation. The phone company sent someone out a couple weeks ago to check on that same problem and the man found nothing.
Kinda gettin' the picher here? We have decided there's an invisible M (our last initial) tattooed on our foreheads and 'they' see us coming. The family joke is... it's the tattoo. And at least one of us says it, or a reasonable facsimile thereof, practically every day. Well, if that's the worst cross I ever have to bear, I'll grin and bear it. 8-}