Clara's Corner: Took My Blackberry Back!!!!

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Took My Blackberry Back!!!!

The first problem I had with my Blackberry was figuring out how to turn it off! It was minus two icons therefore I never got the e-mail part working. The numbers and alphabet were so tiny, I had to have a magifying glass to see them. Now I have a Razor and it is a lot better. The only thing it won't do is shave your legs! LOL
I'm trying to get back in the groove and posting more often. Bear with me!!!!!

3 comments:

Jamie Dawn said...: It's called a Razor and it doesn't shave legs???!!
:-)
I'm gonna read your previous post now...; 6:59 PM
bobbie said...: Hi, Clara. Villas Girl just told lme to check Rachel's comments - that you had said hi to me. So of course I had to check out your blog. Very nice indeed! I'll be back again I'm sure.
A belated Happy New Year!; 6:09 PM
bobbie said...: Must have been having a senior moment when I wrote the last comment. I'd intended to tell you how much I liked those snowflakes on your Christmas tree. Really beautiful!; 6:53 PM

WHERE I'M FROM........

I am from hayfield and blackberry patches, gathering eggs and selling them to my Daddy in his store. I am from a house with no bath....but a path. I am from cherry trees where I climbed and ate more than I carried home.....from digging potatoes in the rich earth. I am from skinny dipping and swinging on grape vines, two room school house, sitting on the front porch while my Mother played the guitar.....wringer washers and wash tubs. I am from playing the piano, the accordian and making playhouses in the woods....hide and seek, jumping rope and May I. From: Raleigh's Liniment, Cracker Jacks and Castor Oil.....Revival Meetings and Baptisms in the river....catalogs and feed sack skirts. From: "Pretty is only skin deep" to "Always mind your manners." I am from Methodist, Baptist, Wednesday night prayer meetings and shouting Hallaujah. I am from the Volunteer state of Tennessee with lakes and mountains, race cars, beans, cornbread and red eye gravy. We always called it "God's Country." I am from family get togethers, dinner on the ground, singing with my sisters, a Mother with a heart of gold and a Daddy with a strict hand. A grandfather who always looked to see if I had my fingernails painted and a Grandmother who could squeeze your heart out! Yes, I came from a family of seven siblings and I have told you where I came from. It was wonderful and I wouldn't change a thing if I could. Now let me tell you where I am going...."To Where The Streets Are Paved With Gold." Some days, I can hardly wait!