Author Archives: Alison

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Here’s where we were today!

 

This was one happy dog.  She’s never been to the beach before, but she loved it!

The girls collected shells, which will either decorate around the new pond this spring, or get turned into jewelry.

Weather permitting, we’re thinking the beach trip should become a family tradition, along with Chinese food out for dinner. 

Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam. . .

Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam. . .

I had a bit of fun today filtering my spam. I have spam bully, which a lot of people swear by, but all it does is put a bazillion messages into my spam folder instead of my mailbox, which means I have to go through the spam file looking for good messages instead of deleting the spam messages from my inbox. Doesn’t seem like much of a benefit to me.

So. . .I started entering words and phrases into the search just to see what happened. “Explosive” actually exceeded “penis”, but “your privacy is important to us” still ranks way up there.

If I could find something that would reliably block spam without making me work just as hard to find my good stuff among the spam, I’d be all over it like white on rice. I surf a lot, but I try to regularly clean out my cookies. However, there seem to be a lot of alisons out there who keep their mailboxes free of spam by signing onto sites with my e-mail addy – thereby guaranteeing that I get it instead. I have some choice words for them. They know what they are.

Do you have a spam filter that actually keeps messages out? No matter what I do, there are still senders who get through, message titles that get through, and damned if I’m gonna learn chinese, japanese, or russian to figure out if I’m missing out on the deal of a lifetime – keep non-english text out, too? I’m dying to know.

Holy Cow, It’s Friday!

Holy Cow, It’s Friday!

I’m sitting here with goo in my hair, waiting until the timer goes off so I can shower and get started doing scads of things. 

Well, not really scads.  I have one more gift to go out and buy, some more odds and ends to wrap, and stuff from the storage unit to unpack – after I empty the appropriate shelves and reorganize.  Plus some receipts to enter into the ‘puter.  And laundry – always laundry. . .

But what the heck.  We’re ready for Christmas, it’s going to be just us, the kids have a week off, hubby has three days, and if we never get out of our pajamas, it’s no big deal.