At the community college, our phone system has been synced with our computer system for about a year now.
On the face of it, it’s a good idea for voicemail to show up as email. Instead of listening to a series of voice messages on your phone, you can see who called and get a speech-to-text translation of what the caller said.
But I’m not sure Microsoft Speech Technology shouldn’t have spent more time in product refinement. Some of the messages I’ve read have made me scratch my head, and others laugh out loud.
Resolutions are made every year and holiday traditions are abound, 12 days of Christmas is one of them. With these two ideas, let’s think about 12 months of resolutions. By breaking it down, it may be easier to keep those all too important resolutions.
January — Abolish the word hate. If you want to improve your disposition abolishing the word hate will help. Watch the number of times hate enters your vocabulary and find a better feeling word. I guarantee your disposition will change instantly.
I am not what you’d call a New Year’s resolution person. I have a hard time drumming up enthusiasm for making resolutions I know I won’t stick with. And even if I do, it probably won’t be for more than a couple months, so by April I’m already back to forgetting to floss every day.
From tanks to teddy bears, Martha Edwards always has worked carefully with her hands.
At 60, she’s lived in Radcliff much of her married life.
Her father was in the military and retired here. She’s had several jobs on post. When she was younger, Edwards would ride to work on a bus and work in the mess hall. During her civil service career she has been a cashier, supply clerk and forklift operator and worked on small transmissions and then went on to heavy mobile, where she worked on tank engines and transmissions.
As our children have gotten older, family Thanksgiving and Christmas celebrations have had to morph into something different.
When the boys were small, it was easier. We just scooped them up for our annual visit to one of my siblings’ homes for Thanksgiving, toys and hand-held video games in tow. Even when they were in college, we would pick them up Wednesday afternoon after classes on our way to Washington, D.C., where we would join cousins who would wait up for us to arrive after midnight the night before Thanksgiving.
It is finally here. My most favorite time of the year, Christmas. I love the Christmas season more than my birthday and that is saying a lot. As a child, I would start bugging my parents just as soon as all my Christmas gifts were opened about what I wanted the next year. I know now that sounded a bit spoiled to say the least.
Christmas at our house was a big deal. My mother would cook for what seemed like days in preparation for that day. You know, cook up a lot of food, just in case someone dropped by during the holidays.