Bye Bye Yahoo/Funny Memory
Well there are rumors everywhere that there is going to be no more yahoo. I have seen several links and with the way things are going with the whacky alerts and pictures missing and people not being able to even get messages it wouldn't surprise me.
So I have been printing all my blogs. I know a lot of people are backing their blogs up or moving them. I wanted to print them to give to my daughter for future generations. Like they might be interested. Interesting enough I have done little cheese and it has mostly been about every day life. It is a hefty novel to say the least.
What I will miss the most is the comments I have gotten because to me they are the best part of my blog. They don't print out well so I wasn't able to get them. I guess yahoo doesn't care about us aging bloggers and is thinking of appealing to a younger audience. I don't think it will fly. I think yahoo is a unique community and that is what makes it special. If they do what everyone else is doing it will be just same old same old and their loss.
I have been reading about family stuff from a lot of people and it reminds me of my own.
You have to know my mom and dad but they are two of the most honest people on the face of the earth. When my dad was alive his only false hood that I know of was telling people who called to sell him siding that he had siding and people who called to sell him storm windows that he had moved and wasn't in that house any more but got to take his phone number to the new house.
We had this aunt, my great aunt, my dad's aunt, his dad's sister or step sister that used to always come right at dinner time and wait to be asked to eat with us. After dinner she would always ask for a doggie bag to take home so she would have lunch for her husband to take to work the next day. I swear! Nervy huh? lol
This was one of the meanest, most obnoxious women I have ever known. Just like her brother. That side of the family all have a mean streak, except for my dad. She was a great big woman with huge flapping arms that used to mesmerize me when she would beat anything. Mom had a mixer but she had never used one and I have never seen anyone before or since that could beat anything that fast with her arms flapping like huge skin wings. She was married to the nicesst man. She put him right in the ground. He took care of her and worked. She was a hypochondriac and at one time said she had to lay on the sheets naked because the sheets irritated her skin. Charlie(her husband) had to bathe her. Gouge out my minds eye.
Anyway, my dad got tired of her coming to dinner all the time. After all there were times when we struggled. So he saw her pull up one day and yelled "Hide the food! Henrietta is here!" We were really young. I wasn't even a teen yet. I was having such a hard time keeping from laughing. I couldn't believe my mom and dad were doing this. We ran around and put all the food in the cabinets and when she came in she could smell it and my dad knew it so he told her he was sorry she missed dinner but we just got it all cleaned up. She probably didn't believe us because we were all sitting around the table looking suspicious, guilty or both.
After she left we got the food out and ate like nothing ever happened.
So I have been printing all my blogs. I know a lot of people are backing their blogs up or moving them. I wanted to print them to give to my daughter for future generations. Like they might be interested. Interesting enough I have done little cheese and it has mostly been about every day life. It is a hefty novel to say the least.
What I will miss the most is the comments I have gotten because to me they are the best part of my blog. They don't print out well so I wasn't able to get them. I guess yahoo doesn't care about us aging bloggers and is thinking of appealing to a younger audience. I don't think it will fly. I think yahoo is a unique community and that is what makes it special. If they do what everyone else is doing it will be just same old same old and their loss.
I have been reading about family stuff from a lot of people and it reminds me of my own.
You have to know my mom and dad but they are two of the most honest people on the face of the earth. When my dad was alive his only false hood that I know of was telling people who called to sell him siding that he had siding and people who called to sell him storm windows that he had moved and wasn't in that house any more but got to take his phone number to the new house.
We had this aunt, my great aunt, my dad's aunt, his dad's sister or step sister that used to always come right at dinner time and wait to be asked to eat with us. After dinner she would always ask for a doggie bag to take home so she would have lunch for her husband to take to work the next day. I swear! Nervy huh? lol
This was one of the meanest, most obnoxious women I have ever known. Just like her brother. That side of the family all have a mean streak, except for my dad. She was a great big woman with huge flapping arms that used to mesmerize me when she would beat anything. Mom had a mixer but she had never used one and I have never seen anyone before or since that could beat anything that fast with her arms flapping like huge skin wings. She was married to the nicesst man. She put him right in the ground. He took care of her and worked. She was a hypochondriac and at one time said she had to lay on the sheets naked because the sheets irritated her skin. Charlie(her husband) had to bathe her. Gouge out my minds eye.
Anyway, my dad got tired of her coming to dinner all the time. After all there were times when we struggled. So he saw her pull up one day and yelled "Hide the food! Henrietta is here!" We were really young. I wasn't even a teen yet. I was having such a hard time keeping from laughing. I couldn't believe my mom and dad were doing this. We ran around and put all the food in the cabinets and when she came in she could smell it and my dad knew it so he told her he was sorry she missed dinner but we just got it all cleaned up. She probably didn't believe us because we were all sitting around the table looking suspicious, guilty or both.
After she left we got the food out and ate like nothing ever happened.
