Hello fellow bloggers, readers and passers-by,
Get your head out of the gutter because I was not talking about a vibe! I'm talking about setting up my Outlook Express to receive my hotmail emails so I don't have to log on to hotmail every time I want to check my email. Unknowingly, I was not aware of all the who-do's and what's-it's I would encounter. I've set up rules to filter my emails, I've even forwarded emails from one account to the other... But I was not prepared for all the terminology and 'lingo' I would learn.
For example, POP, SMTP, to name a couple. POP. I'm still not aware of what it stands for, but if you don't have the right number in the field, you will not be able to send/receive mail. Same with the SMTP. One allows you to send, one allows you to receive. Secondly, if you have the incorrect settings on your account to begin with, you have to hunt down the ones you changed to see if those are preventing emails from sending correctly.
Needless to say, after 3 hours of mentally cursing the world wide web and being bombed with error message after error message, I managed to incorporate my personal email and our home email into outlook express. After that, I learned that you must create a CSV file of contacts before you can import them. And then I discovered that if you want your hotmail to go to your outlook, you first have to set up an @live id before you can do this. Slow and steady wins the race right? I managed to do those two things as well.
Before my blissful pat on the back, I also forwarded all of my future personal emails to my live account which will also go to my outlook account, as well as the same with our home emails... So, you can see where the stimuli is... Learned something new! But do NOT ask me to do it again... I don't know if I could do it again!
Until tomorrow,
LaVonda
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Suicide... or something else?
Hello fellow bloggers, readers and passers-by,
I usually do not post about conspiracies, specifically that of a conspiracy in a teens death, but this struck me as odd. Please read the facts at http://justiceshallprevail.blogspot.com/2011/07/tragedy-strikes-in-my-own-town.html before you read this post. I do not want you to get a biased opinion before reading the facts. After you read that, COME BACK!!!
Alright. Where to begin?
First, there is an issue with the report. His father told KAIT 8 News that he was last seen wearing a blue shirt, jeans and black Nike shoes. That's fine. However, the Paragould Daily Press reported his father saying he was last seen wearing a blue button down, Khakis and black Nike shoes. OK. This could be a reporting error on behalf of either news source, but to see something such as a conflict of the type of clothing leads me to believe either A. he changed clothes (but why would he have taken extra clothes if he was planning on returning that night?) or B. the information was received but incorrectly reported. Either way, identification markers such as specific clothing descriptions are vital in a search for a missing person.
Second, reports did not come out until 2 days after he had been missing that his grandparents had property near the river in the area he was at when his phone pinged. The actual property address of his grandparents is unknown as searches in whitepages.com and pipl.com did not reveal any address information. The question must be asked, "was he trying to find his grandparents?" More information about the Ware's property on the river can be found here.
Next is the text that Randy Ware received from his son, Zach. Randy said he got a text from Zach at 11:30 with the Paragould High School junior’s schedule for the day: work, then football at Valley View High School with some friends, then on to the Jonesboro Country Club for some swimming before eating dinner.
Simple enough. His dad said that was the last anyone had heard from Zach. But that isn't the only time they heard from him. Prior to the text, his dad reported to the Paragould Daily Press, saying Zach went to work out and then met a friend in the Walgreen's parking lot before he left for his job in Jonesboro. This occurred before the text message at 11:30. A number of questions. 1.) Who was the friend and what did they talk about before leaving the parking lot? 2.) Why would you 'meet' in a parking lot? 3.) How would his father know what happened if he was at work and his son was working out, participating in football practice, going to Walgreen's?
There never were any names brought into the spotlight regarding his cell phone calls or if he made any calls on the morning of July 29th at 3:25am. Nearly everyone who stated they knew Zach said this was not his typical behavior. Reports that he was a good boy, polite, smart, active in groups does not seem to be the type of person who would run away, so why would he keep his phone off? Surely someone with his stature would keep his phone on, making calls and texting.
And the ruse...
I usually do not post about conspiracies, specifically that of a conspiracy in a teens death, but this struck me as odd. Please read the facts at http://justiceshallprevail.blogspot.com/2011/07/tragedy-strikes-in-my-own-town.html before you read this post. I do not want you to get a biased opinion before reading the facts. After you read that, COME BACK!!!
Alright. Where to begin?
First, there is an issue with the report. His father told KAIT 8 News that he was last seen wearing a blue shirt, jeans and black Nike shoes. That's fine. However, the Paragould Daily Press reported his father saying he was last seen wearing a blue button down, Khakis and black Nike shoes. OK. This could be a reporting error on behalf of either news source, but to see something such as a conflict of the type of clothing leads me to believe either A. he changed clothes (but why would he have taken extra clothes if he was planning on returning that night?) or B. the information was received but incorrectly reported. Either way, identification markers such as specific clothing descriptions are vital in a search for a missing person.
Second, reports did not come out until 2 days after he had been missing that his grandparents had property near the river in the area he was at when his phone pinged. The actual property address of his grandparents is unknown as searches in whitepages.com and pipl.com did not reveal any address information. The question must be asked, "was he trying to find his grandparents?" More information about the Ware's property on the river can be found here.
Next is the text that Randy Ware received from his son, Zach. Randy said he got a text from Zach at 11:30 with the Paragould High School junior’s schedule for the day: work, then football at Valley View High School with some friends, then on to the Jonesboro Country Club for some swimming before eating dinner.
Simple enough. His dad said that was the last anyone had heard from Zach. But that isn't the only time they heard from him. Prior to the text, his dad reported to the Paragould Daily Press, saying Zach went to work out and then met a friend in the Walgreen's parking lot before he left for his job in Jonesboro. This occurred before the text message at 11:30. A number of questions. 1.) Who was the friend and what did they talk about before leaving the parking lot? 2.) Why would you 'meet' in a parking lot? 3.) How would his father know what happened if he was at work and his son was working out, participating in football practice, going to Walgreen's?
There never were any names brought into the spotlight regarding his cell phone calls or if he made any calls on the morning of July 29th at 3:25am. Nearly everyone who stated they knew Zach said this was not his typical behavior. Reports that he was a good boy, polite, smart, active in groups does not seem to be the type of person who would run away, so why would he keep his phone off? Surely someone with his stature would keep his phone on, making calls and texting.
And the ruse...
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
A Real Daddy Gets Dirty With His Kids...
Alright... I know what you're thinking... But I promise, you are WAY WRONG! See, we live in a world today where things are taken out of context. Where the good behavior is clouded with judgement and opinion and negative outlooks on life. But in my little piece of heaven, our four children adore their father and can't think of anything better than getting dirty right back. Had to share this with you all! Hope you enjoy!
Until tomorrow,
LaVonda
Until tomorrow,
LaVonda
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Emotion Check? Yes, Please!
Hello fellow bloggers, readers, and passers-by,
I've always been told that I wear my emotions on my sleeve. One word, one look, one breath, taken just the right way at the right time can throw me into a whirlwind of tears, sobs, and a major snot factor. I'm not proud of that. I hate it. I can't be assertive for this very reason. Sure, over the phone, I can sell you beach front property in Arizona. But when it comes to matters of the heart, I fold like a bad hand.
Utterly envious of anyone who can assert themselves and get things accomplished has been my personal secret. Day dreaming that one day I'll be like that. See, growing up, I never had to do that. I never had to stand up for my beliefs because, in all actuality, I was raised around closed minds, limited in conversational topics and discouraged about my dreams for a number of reasons... And their reasons for my limited speaking were probably something akin to my own envy: I was the only one to graduate high school or college. Don't get me wrong: I was supported in school and college. But I never had the chance to defend something. Never had the chance to stand up for something I believed in because I never had the chance to appreciate something enough to defend it.
Aerosmith - dream on (live with orchestra) by pipolave1
Today was a very hard day for me. Not an epiphany, but a major break down of all emotions. I wasn't numb. I wasn't happy, I was mad. Filled with hate, contempt and the worst of all, my husband was scared for me. Supportive in everything I do, his concern finally got my attention when he said, "our kids need you, too." Kasidy, the mother hen, Kristopher, the sports fan, Kody, the family jester and Kanon, the chef 'ala desserts. Yes, my children are the light of my eye, the reason for my existence and the reason why I want to protect other children. Regaining a little composure, I nodded my head to him in understanding and headed for my happy place. Sitting in the shower, the water beating down on me, hot, hard, I break down one more time. The tears flowing, the sobs heavy, the images of children who have died or been abused because of people who didn't know how to love and didn't care to learn. People who didn't reach out for support when they were feeling overloaded. Sitting there, I began to question my goals. I mean, school starts back for me in less than a month and I am between a rock and a hard spot. Do I continue with my plans, or do I fold. Do I cower down and change my major? Do I remove myself completely?
Out of the shower and lunch finished, the kids are down for a nap, as well as hubby. I turn off the television in hopes of just enjoying the quiet time. But my thoughts are loud. The silence is deafening. Because again, I wonder, how do their loved ones keep going? I couldn't imagine my life without my children and should anything happen to any of them, someone better have me committed. Hoping I don't start crying again, I look out the window. Clouds roll in and thunder is heard in the distance as my 9' sunflowers start to bend in rhythm to the wind. A nap was out of the question at this point. I could feel my heart breaking. Not only because of the fear I felt about my future, but for the anger I still held toward those that hurt children.
So now, I sit before my computer writing this post wondering if I have finally found something I believe in enough to defend it. Of course... But the correct question would be, do I have the courage? Because the passion I have to protect children from abuse is very strong. But the emotions that build up from the stories are stronger. And an immense amount of courage will be needed to continue. Listening to Aerosmith, I wonder if I will be able to do this. Questioning myself and my capabilities, I start thinking of all the good things I've accomplished. I start thinking about how hard I thought it would be to do them but I did them anyway. Why should this be any different?
♪♫ Dream on, dream on
Dream yourself a dream come true
Dream on, dream on
Dream until your dream come true
Dream on, dream on, dream on... ♪♫
I can't just stand back and let it keep happening. I can't stand back and let fear keep me from doing what I feel driven to do. Fear is the thief of dreams, and I will not let it steal mine. I simply have to change my thought processs and take my emotions out of it. I've done it before, I can do it again!
Until tomorrow,
LaVonda
I've always been told that I wear my emotions on my sleeve. One word, one look, one breath, taken just the right way at the right time can throw me into a whirlwind of tears, sobs, and a major snot factor. I'm not proud of that. I hate it. I can't be assertive for this very reason. Sure, over the phone, I can sell you beach front property in Arizona. But when it comes to matters of the heart, I fold like a bad hand.
Utterly envious of anyone who can assert themselves and get things accomplished has been my personal secret. Day dreaming that one day I'll be like that. See, growing up, I never had to do that. I never had to stand up for my beliefs because, in all actuality, I was raised around closed minds, limited in conversational topics and discouraged about my dreams for a number of reasons... And their reasons for my limited speaking were probably something akin to my own envy: I was the only one to graduate high school or college. Don't get me wrong: I was supported in school and college. But I never had the chance to defend something. Never had the chance to stand up for something I believed in because I never had the chance to appreciate something enough to defend it.
Aerosmith - dream on (live with orchestra) by pipolave1
Today was a very hard day for me. Not an epiphany, but a major break down of all emotions. I wasn't numb. I wasn't happy, I was mad. Filled with hate, contempt and the worst of all, my husband was scared for me. Supportive in everything I do, his concern finally got my attention when he said, "our kids need you, too." Kasidy, the mother hen, Kristopher, the sports fan, Kody, the family jester and Kanon, the chef 'ala desserts. Yes, my children are the light of my eye, the reason for my existence and the reason why I want to protect other children. Regaining a little composure, I nodded my head to him in understanding and headed for my happy place. Sitting in the shower, the water beating down on me, hot, hard, I break down one more time. The tears flowing, the sobs heavy, the images of children who have died or been abused because of people who didn't know how to love and didn't care to learn. People who didn't reach out for support when they were feeling overloaded. Sitting there, I began to question my goals. I mean, school starts back for me in less than a month and I am between a rock and a hard spot. Do I continue with my plans, or do I fold. Do I cower down and change my major? Do I remove myself completely?
Out of the shower and lunch finished, the kids are down for a nap, as well as hubby. I turn off the television in hopes of just enjoying the quiet time. But my thoughts are loud. The silence is deafening. Because again, I wonder, how do their loved ones keep going? I couldn't imagine my life without my children and should anything happen to any of them, someone better have me committed. Hoping I don't start crying again, I look out the window. Clouds roll in and thunder is heard in the distance as my 9' sunflowers start to bend in rhythm to the wind. A nap was out of the question at this point. I could feel my heart breaking. Not only because of the fear I felt about my future, but for the anger I still held toward those that hurt children.
So now, I sit before my computer writing this post wondering if I have finally found something I believe in enough to defend it. Of course... But the correct question would be, do I have the courage? Because the passion I have to protect children from abuse is very strong. But the emotions that build up from the stories are stronger. And an immense amount of courage will be needed to continue. Listening to Aerosmith, I wonder if I will be able to do this. Questioning myself and my capabilities, I start thinking of all the good things I've accomplished. I start thinking about how hard I thought it would be to do them but I did them anyway. Why should this be any different?
♪♫ Dream on, dream on
Dream yourself a dream come true
Dream on, dream on
Dream until your dream come true
Dream on, dream on, dream on... ♪♫
I can't just stand back and let it keep happening. I can't stand back and let fear keep me from doing what I feel driven to do. Fear is the thief of dreams, and I will not let it steal mine. I simply have to change my thought processs and take my emotions out of it. I've done it before, I can do it again!
Until tomorrow,
LaVonda
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Funny Bone, Anyone?
Dear fellow bloggers, readers, and passers-by,
It is in my honest opinion that more humor is needed to sustain a vital and healthy life on our planet. From silly jokes to the best pictures, we need to circulate more laughter. Laughter is the best medicine and there is nothing like a gut-busting belly shaker to start your day off right! So here are some of my favorites! Enjoy!!
A husband and wife came for counseling after 35 years of marriage. When asked what the problem was, the wife went into a passionate, painful tirade listing every problem they had ever had in the 35 years they had been married. She went on and on and on: neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness, loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable, an entire laundry list of un-met needs she had endured over the course of their marriage.
Finally, after allowing this to go on for a sufficient length of time, the therapist got up, walked around the desk and, after asking the wife to stand, embraced and kissed her passionately. The woman shut up and quietly sat down as though in a daze. The therapist turned to the husband and said, “This is what your wife needs at least three times a week. Can you do this?”
The husband thought for a moment and replied, “Well, I can drop her off here on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I fish.”
"Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand." ~Mark Twain
Until tomorrow,
LaVonda
It is in my honest opinion that more humor is needed to sustain a vital and healthy life on our planet. From silly jokes to the best pictures, we need to circulate more laughter. Laughter is the best medicine and there is nothing like a gut-busting belly shaker to start your day off right! So here are some of my favorites! Enjoy!!
Oh, if you have had at least one kid, you may wanna go pee, I had to after the first picture!
And the best joke, in my opinion:
Finally, after allowing this to go on for a sufficient length of time, the therapist got up, walked around the desk and, after asking the wife to stand, embraced and kissed her passionately. The woman shut up and quietly sat down as though in a daze. The therapist turned to the husband and said, “This is what your wife needs at least three times a week. Can you do this?”
The husband thought for a moment and replied, “Well, I can drop her off here on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I fish.”
"Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand." ~Mark Twain
Until tomorrow,
LaVonda
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Dear Mr. Jesus
You all know my passion for children -- their right to love, support, shelter, validation, etc. I've created a webpage on facebook in dedication to all the children who have suffered abuse and neglect and some who were not strong enough to survive the hands of their destroyer. You can visit the page at http://www.facebook.com/heartheircries
And for additional blogs, you can check out my other site at http://www.justiceshallprevail.blogspot.com/
OH!!!
I'm also working on a top secret project that will take about a month to complete, but once it's finished, you will not have a dry eye... In fact, you will want to scream from the top of your lungs... "STOP THE VIOLENCE... STOP THE MURDERS... STOP CHILD ABUSE AND NEGLECT"
And that is my goal! But for the time being, you will have to listen to my rants! And I thought I was on to something good... Kids being involved in this whole Casey Anthony thing. Seeing children with their parents last night during Casey's jail release, hearing them in the background, seeing them in tents... I figured I would pose a couple of questions to my readers and top of a wonderful blog sessions, even including a tear jerker!... However, HLN beat me to it!
So, I have nothing to blog about, and partly because I've been working on the top secret project.
Until tomorrow,
LaVonda
And for additional blogs, you can check out my other site at http://www.justiceshallprevail.blogspot.com/
OH!!!
I'm also working on a top secret project that will take about a month to complete, but once it's finished, you will not have a dry eye... In fact, you will want to scream from the top of your lungs... "STOP THE VIOLENCE... STOP THE MURDERS... STOP CHILD ABUSE AND NEGLECT"
And that is my goal! But for the time being, you will have to listen to my rants! And I thought I was on to something good... Kids being involved in this whole Casey Anthony thing. Seeing children with their parents last night during Casey's jail release, hearing them in the background, seeing them in tents... I figured I would pose a couple of questions to my readers and top of a wonderful blog sessions, even including a tear jerker!... However, HLN beat me to it!
So, I have nothing to blog about, and partly because I've been working on the top secret project.
Until tomorrow,
LaVonda
Thursday, July 14, 2011
The Right to Go First
Dear Readers,
After polling my husband, mother and two of my four children for a blog topic, I was given several ideas but none that really got me going. So I polled my facebook friends, and again, nothing really to shout about. So I thought I would blog about American Capital and how our country is going down like a sinking ship when it comes to the economy or the lack there of. But that, in all of it's aspects didn't get me riled up either. No, readers, tonight you will be disappointed. The only thing I could think of is the argument over who plays the game first.
Two of my four children are at Summer Youth Camp for 3 days and nights and the two youngest are at home. And they love their video game that plugs into the television. A race car set-up with about 30 different types of games. And usually, we go youngest to oldest, but with the two oldest being away, I thought it would be nice for the oldest of the two to go first, since the youngest is always going first.
Operation: This will likely go bad is a go! And boy was it! One tantrum turned into 4 in a matter of minutes. I'm in the bedroom putting away laundry like a mad woman, upset because I can't think of anything to write about. Hubby is doing the dishes and, unbeknownst to me, the boys are at each others throats over this video game. My youngest comes into the bedroom all smiling like a Cheshire cat and gets on my bed. About 15 second later, my husband, the tall, intimidating, stern voiced man points and our son and motions with the death finger to 'come here'. I ask what happened. Through a plug of spit tobacco he says, "he's going to bed. He's showing out, pushing the television because he can't go first."
Well, I'm not going to argue with that. He was right in every way to put him to bed for his behavior. It was 9pm after all. No sense in staying up too late. Putting away the remaining laundry, I venture to the boys' room to put away their laundry and I'm greeted with the most sorrowful tears that any mom could hear. Not the kind that causes you to laugh, but the kind that makes you think his heart is just breaking into a million pieces.
I set down beside him and the tears come even harder, full of sniffles and snubs and slobbery snot. I try to ask him what happened and heard, "i'ba i'ba i'ba (sniff sniff) i'ba play da video gae gae gae... (sniff sniff) I'ba play da video game first but Kody said no..." more tears and loud sobs... What is a mom to do. I gave him a hug of understanding and explained to him he could not always go first. That taking turns was an important role in life. My husband would have began singing "you can't always get what you want... but if you try sometimes, you just might find... You get what you need". I hate it when he does that because he is usually singing it to me when I see a sale and we are short on money. Nevertheless, I was not about to go that route with our son.
After a nice cup of water and a few more hugs, he calmed down a little. I was still hesitant on letting him get out of bed because he really didn't need to think if he cried enough, he could get what he wanted. So, I explained to him that should he not show out tomorrow, he would get to play the game and that if he apologized for his wrong behavior, he could get up and go back to the living room and root for his brother to win. And now, as I blog, he is in the living room laughing, cutting up as if nothing ever happened. Such resilient little creatures children are.
So perhaps, the next time that sale is going and I'm throwing a fit, I might reflect back on this. Then again... maybe not!
Until tomorrow,
LaVonda
After polling my husband, mother and two of my four children for a blog topic, I was given several ideas but none that really got me going. So I polled my facebook friends, and again, nothing really to shout about. So I thought I would blog about American Capital and how our country is going down like a sinking ship when it comes to the economy or the lack there of. But that, in all of it's aspects didn't get me riled up either. No, readers, tonight you will be disappointed. The only thing I could think of is the argument over who plays the game first.
Two of my four children are at Summer Youth Camp for 3 days and nights and the two youngest are at home. And they love their video game that plugs into the television. A race car set-up with about 30 different types of games. And usually, we go youngest to oldest, but with the two oldest being away, I thought it would be nice for the oldest of the two to go first, since the youngest is always going first.
Operation: This will likely go bad is a go! And boy was it! One tantrum turned into 4 in a matter of minutes. I'm in the bedroom putting away laundry like a mad woman, upset because I can't think of anything to write about. Hubby is doing the dishes and, unbeknownst to me, the boys are at each others throats over this video game. My youngest comes into the bedroom all smiling like a Cheshire cat and gets on my bed. About 15 second later, my husband, the tall, intimidating, stern voiced man points and our son and motions with the death finger to 'come here'. I ask what happened. Through a plug of spit tobacco he says, "he's going to bed. He's showing out, pushing the television because he can't go first."
Well, I'm not going to argue with that. He was right in every way to put him to bed for his behavior. It was 9pm after all. No sense in staying up too late. Putting away the remaining laundry, I venture to the boys' room to put away their laundry and I'm greeted with the most sorrowful tears that any mom could hear. Not the kind that causes you to laugh, but the kind that makes you think his heart is just breaking into a million pieces.
I set down beside him and the tears come even harder, full of sniffles and snubs and slobbery snot. I try to ask him what happened and heard, "i'ba i'ba i'ba (sniff sniff) i'ba play da video gae gae gae... (sniff sniff) I'ba play da video game first but Kody said no..." more tears and loud sobs... What is a mom to do. I gave him a hug of understanding and explained to him he could not always go first. That taking turns was an important role in life. My husband would have began singing "you can't always get what you want... but if you try sometimes, you just might find... You get what you need". I hate it when he does that because he is usually singing it to me when I see a sale and we are short on money. Nevertheless, I was not about to go that route with our son.
After a nice cup of water and a few more hugs, he calmed down a little. I was still hesitant on letting him get out of bed because he really didn't need to think if he cried enough, he could get what he wanted. So, I explained to him that should he not show out tomorrow, he would get to play the game and that if he apologized for his wrong behavior, he could get up and go back to the living room and root for his brother to win. And now, as I blog, he is in the living room laughing, cutting up as if nothing ever happened. Such resilient little creatures children are.
So perhaps, the next time that sale is going and I'm throwing a fit, I might reflect back on this. Then again... maybe not!
Until tomorrow,
LaVonda
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