God or some other mythical creature only knows how the size of my print keeps changing from one minute to the next. I do swear upon my only husband's head that I will never take another video tutorial created by Windows. I foolishly thought that I needed to be more cognizant of all of the features of Windows Vista that inhabits my laptop. I was wrong; that information should have stayed in Vegas. Now I have enough tool bars to need a liquor license!
And my anti-spy ware, well, let's just say that there is no way that James Bond is going to show up naked in my bed. I have him so blocked that I doubt even my tv will let one of his shows be visible. It used to be that the only thing that I knew about fonts was that it rhymed with a Massachusetts' madam saying "pants".
On a more positive note, the movie maker on my Dell Studio 17 laptop and I have come to slowly like each other.....I don't call it bad, construction men words, and it doesn't lose my current music and image. I am attempting to create a movie of Reesa's beginnings(not conception!) and her first year of life.
When she is 10, I will have it completed, and she can come show me how to work the antiquated DVD player in the nursing home.
(oh, I have included Abby on a magical June evening as she plays with silly string-just touch your screen and the warm love along with the sounds of peepers in the pond will gently surround you and yours)