Not only do I still have them. I still listen to them.
Because dancing baby Groot is cute
When I die, don't mourn me. If you have good memories of me, keep them. If you have bad memories of me, accept my apology and let them go. Do not let any negative energy from my life or death affect you.
This was just to good not to share.
Is this the best GIF of the millennium? We think, YES.
If this is a big part of the job description, I have renewed faith in my ability to be Secretary of State someday.
This was one of the scariest days of my life. I knew that both of my parents were to cross that bridge at around the same time this happened. Those that jumped into the freezing waters to help those in the crash are some of America's greatest heroes.
Thirty years ago today, Air Florida Flight 90 hit the 14th Street Bridge while taking off from Reagan National Airport. It crashed into the Potomac River, killing all but five of the 79 passengers. Summary | Photos | Video of rescue | The survivors | The skies today
Photo by Charles Pereira (U.S. Park Police)
you thought I didn’t really notice. But I did. I wanted to high-five you.
Yesterday I had a pair of brothers in my store. One was maybe between 15-17. He was a wrestler at the local high school. Kind of tall, stocky and handsome. He had a younger brother, who was maybe about 10-12 years old. The...
I love Norwegian enamel jewelry. This is the most gorgeous piece I've ever seen. Now if only I could afford to buy it!
I love how Martha Beck uses Lord of the Rings to explain this team work.
This is my vote for the most creative video of the year.
After watching this trailer of The Dark Knight Rises, I'm not sure that I want to see it. It doesn't have the feel of Batman. Looking at this video, it could be any hero against any villain. I was hoping for so much more.
Something I've been thinking about lately.
Old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you're aboard, there's nothing you can do.
Golda Meir
It does not matter how fast you go as long as you stop at the red light.
Auilox
"Someone's got to keep Tinkerbell here from shooting everyone." Sam talking about Fiona in "Burn Notice"
Once upon a time I was a real person. I used to do the things that real people do. I had a job. I was close to my family. I had friends. I used to go out and do things that real people do. Go to dinner with my friends. See a movie. Go to a concert. Attend special occasions like birthdays, confirmations, funerals, school events, weddings, first communions. I could be relied upon. I was respected. The people I cared about cared about me too.
Then I was robbed. I have a disease and it stole everything from me. My job, my friends, some of my family. It happened somewhat slowly. Rumors were spread that I was an alcoholic because my schedule became erratic. Then there was some concern about the medication I was taking to help control the disease. I obviously had a problem. I started cancelling on people, again and again. I was honored to be asked to be a friend's bridesmaid, and excited that the wedding was in another country. What fun! But then I realized I wasn't going to be able to make it. And I had to cancel. We're not close friends anymore. That's just one example of life as I know it.
My friends don't ask me out. Why bother when I'm either going to say no or cancel at the last minute? I don't ask anyone over to see me. Why? Because I can't keep house. I don't have the strength. I didn't even make it to dinner on my own birthday this year. Or my husband's birthday (I promised to take him out; he said he wouldn't hold his breath). Or my mother's birthday. (The grocery list for dinner is still on the refrigerator.)
My story started "once upon a time." I know better than to expect "happily ever after."
I've only recently started watching hi-def TV and blu-ray DVDs. I never felt that I was missing anything without them. This time around, I really didn't need to be the first kid on the block to have these things. But I do have to say that I like to be able to read the credits on the TV. Granted, we did get a larger screen, but without the hi-def, I can't read all those blurry, moving letters.
The one thing that I didn't expect was the way it felt to watch programs and movies on the new TV. The crispness gives the picture a feeling of immediacy that wasn't there before, except, perhaps, in soap operas. Actually, that's exactly what it reminds me of: watching a soap opera. The other thing I noticed, and I haven't figured out why this is yet, is that the blu-ray movies seem like they're entirely CGI. I never noticed either of these things while browsing through the TV section of my local electronics store. So what is it that makes it different now that I'm watching it in my home? Let me know if you have an answer to that.
Something to think about!
I made the mistake of deleting a lot more than cookies. I was being so careful, but I think I need someone to babysit me whenever I go into regedit these days. I feel like I'm becoming obsolete. Think I'll go eat a cookie.
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Maybe we shouldn't let our politicians play on the computer.
It's been a year today since my mother-in-law died. Every time we look at the calendar, we see the date. Nothing's marked on this year's calendar, but we know. And we remember. We remember all the things that we loved about her. All the things she did for us. And all the things about her that drove us crazy. But mostly, we think: it shouldn't have happened. She should still be here.
Her death was not an easy one. Not for her. And not for us. We had to make the decision as to whether to keep treating her and hope she would recover somewhat, or to let her go. After agonizing discussions with specialists, family, and friends, we, decided to let her go. She was my husband's only parent; the last of his family. And we miss her greatly.
Never underestimate the number of tweets that a high school girl can send. And always check your wireless phone bill. Receiving 1000 tweets on your phone and not updating your text message limit is not smart. Even less smart: not realizing that you've been spending an extra $25 a month all summer because you didn't check your e-bill. Expensive lesson. Really dumb. Epic fail.
http://techland.time.com/2011/09/20/jaw-dropper-18-to-24-year-olds-average-110-text-messages-per-day/