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Time warp

My advice for today: never take time for granted.

As in, don’t assume your smartphone clock is always right. Like I did this morning.

alarm clock graphicI woke up and glanced at my phone — 6am.

Perfect.

I could turn off my usual 6:30 alarm (because I hate alarms) and check my email, Facebook, etc. before I woke up the dog, who I could hear snoring on his pillow.

A lazy, relaxing start to the day.

When the two of us ventured out into the living room some 45 minutes later, the DVR clock held a surprise  —

It was 5:45, not 6:45 like my phone seemed to think.

A quick check of my phone’s clock settings revealed that the “automatic date and time” selection that links your phone to the network time was unchecked.

I don’t know how that happened. I certainly didn’t do it.  But consider this post an opportunity for you to double check your smartphone settings…

And get all the sleep you deserve tonight.

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Uptown girl

When we were young, my sister and I spent many a fun-filled afternoon playing “camping” with our Barbie dolls — and our brother’s GI Joe action figures — in our family’s formal living room.

(Other than Christmas, it was the best use of that room.)

The green carpet was obviously the grassy forest floor. We used Kleenex as sleeping bags. And Dr. Seuss books tilted open were the perfect tents. Plus, GI Joe had a jeep, so there were lots of four wheelin’ and other shenanigans.

Those were simpler times. Barbie wanted simpler things.

Today’s doll?

barbie camping

Embarrassing.

Hot dogs

This dog loves his fan almost as much as my pup.

 

After every warm-weather walk, Rory Dog lies down right in front of the small circular fan I have in the corner of the living room.  No standing or ear flapping for him;  we’re talking flat on his belly, legs splayed out behind him like a turkey prepped for stuffing.

flat roryOnce he cools off and starts to doze, he falls over on his side.  (Rolls is too gentle a word for his total collapse.)

Ya gotta love dogs — I certainly do love mine!

Call this game

I don’t watch Game of Thrones.

GoT

I know — it’s laughable.

But I do read all the spoiler-filled columns about each episode on Sunday night, written by faithful journalist-viewers who continue to be ‘shocked’ by the weekly carnage.

How many times can main characters be murdered — in new and albeit creative ways — before it becomes expected instead of shocking?  I mean, I don’t watch the show and I look forward to hearing how many people are skewered this week and how they did it.

If you are still shocked at this point, GoT fans, then don’t get out of bed.

Your living room, the city streets, and definitely your place of employment are filled with random horrors that you are not man and/or woman enough to face.