I am the first to admit that I don’t know everything.  This was very hard for me to come to grips with it since my parents both think that they know everything.  But, I realized at a young age that there was no way that I would be able to know everything and that from time to time that I would have to rely on others for advice.

So, when my computer started to act funny, I knew that I was going to have to figure out what was wrong with it.  I was able to find an online troubleshooting guide to help me through it and all things pointed to the chance that my computer was infected with spyware.

I went from this point to find as many reviews of spyware removal software that I could, and I decided to follow the advice found in a SpyHunter review article that I read.

Now, I depend on SpyHunter to make sure that my computer is running smoothly and spyware-free.  So far it has worked great.

One of the things I learned from my parents is that you should always plan ahead before you do anything.  I don’t plan ahead all the time, but when I do, things work out very well for me.

For example, when I was going to take a trip to Las Vegas, I made a point to find out if there were any Las Vegas hotel specials before I left.  I figured if I did that, I would be of the get a better rate than just walking into the door when I got there.

Most of the Las Vegas hotel promotions require a promo code which can be easily found online.  For example, if you would like to stay at the MGM Signature hotel, all you have to do is a search online for “MGM Signature hotel Las Vegas promo code.”  By performing such a search, you’ll find many sites that have the promo code that you’re looking for without ever having to leave your home.

Whenever I go on a trip that will require a hotel stay, I make sure to search for promo codes online and save myself a bucketful money.  Planning ahead sure pays off.

I remember the funniest gift my daughter ever asked for at Christmas time. We had been wandering through a department store and we came across a big display of dog beds. She was thrilled with them and she said she absolutely had to have one from Santa. I tried to get her four year old mind to understand that they were for dogs, but she did not want to hear it.

We went to see Santa later on that week and she still insisted that was what she wanted for Christmas. I was still not sure what she was going to do with it, but I decided to humor her anyway. I was laughing to myself as I took the dog bed through the checkout.

When she got up on Christmas morning and found the bed under the tree, she was more than thrilled. She took her new book and her new Barbie doll and went and curled up in the bed. The funniest thing about it, is that she has been using it for three years now and she still loves it.

I have always been a very religious person, and have shared that with everyone openly.  No, I don’t preach at them or anything, but I feel that it is okay to share my beliefs with others and let them know about my perspective on the world.

So when you look at my online presence, it shows what I believe.  For example, if you look at my MySpace page, you would see that I have selected my layout from the many Christian MySpace layouts available online.

I just feel that choosing my own layout can set me out from the rest of the pages on there and lets you know what my true interests are.  It is my way of showing my uniqueness without being a coding expert.

Though I have tried and failed to make my own layout, I have just made a new friend that will be helping me create my own.  I can’t wait to see what I can come up with for a finished layout - I bet it will be great!

I was talking to myself the other day and suddenly it occurred to one of us that this might not be a good thing. I mean, it was a two-sided conversation, if that’s possible with only one person involved. Wait. Myself wants to take over relating this.

Sheesh! I thought she’d never shut up. Now I’m going to tell you how it really happened. I was typing away about something — I think it was free hosting — when she interrupted my train of thought with something about Baby Boomers. What? Oh, very well.

This started out my story, so I believe I ought to finish it. I brought up the fact that my class reunion is coming up and that I was, shall we say, out of shape. But then she said I hadn’t been in shape for any of the other reunions, so my classmates would be able to easily recognize me, even with the gray hair.

She had to bring that up, didn’t she? Well…what now? No, I will not relinquish the floor. This is my story and … sorry, folks. I’m a little busy right now. I’ll continue this discussion later. Stop! You take that back this minute!

Lately online, some of the big Internet marketers have been offering great incentives to the affiliates who bring in the most business on product launches. A friend of mine was hoping to snag the first price of a free MacBook Air. I must admit I had never heard of it, but I am at least savvy enough to know it was some kind of Macintosh notebook computer. I didn’t get the “air” thingy, but that’s okay. I got the gist.

It turns out she did not win the MacBook Air. She did, however, win a big flat screen TV, which is pretty awesome in my opinion. And she did it not by selling anything, but by merely asking people on her list to download a free product.

So why is it that I find this whole affiliate marketing process so daunting? If it’s so lucrative, and has perks if you are one of the super affiliates, why am I eating everyone’s dust? I’m obviously missing a piece of the puzzle. Tell you what. I think I’m going on a puzzle piece search starting now.

When I was little I had two imaginary playmates. Their names were Nancy and Sluggo, because they were actually two characters from a comic strip by the same name. Don’t ask me where I came up with this, as I was not reading at age two. I can only guess that my parents commented on the comics and showed me the pictures.

So here’s my question: if imaginary playmates are perfectly normal for children, what about an adult having an imaginary therapist?

Now before you start looking up 800 numbers for the nearest guys in white coats, let me explain. Other than the little voices inside my head, I am a perfectly normal human being — honest, I really am. (Over my shoulder “Shh! I’m busy now. Go away.”)

Now psychotherapists charge an exorbitant amount of money. They charge more per hour than I earn per day as a substitute teacher. So my thinking is, why not avail myself of an imaginary therapist? It won’t cost anything and I’m already talking to myself anyway. But I don’t answer myself. Too often. (”All right. I’m almost finished. Wait!”)

Sorry about that. It’s my therapist. She’s anxious to get started with our session. Uh-uh-uh. No fair looking up toll free numbers for the local funny farm. They don’t exist. They’re just in your mind…

I can remember the “olden” days when I used to look through the paper to find good deals on land for sale.  It used to be a tedious process, and even though it took a lot of time, but good deals could be found.

Thankfully, those days are over.

Thanks to the Internet, it isn’t that hard anymore.  In fact, I have more land investment opportunities available online than I have ever imagined.  For example, I was looking at some UK land investments online the other day - something that under the “old” system, I wouldn’t have been able to do effectively.

Just because things are easier now, it doesn’t mean that I can skip on the due diligence.  Without doing the research properly before you invest, you are investing to lose.  So, use the Internet for what it is intended for - research, and be sure to crunch the numbers before you invest.

My husband and I and our three year old son started attending a new church three weeks before the birth of our daughter, Courtney.  I was nervous walking into a sanctuary full of strangers, but we were welcomed fully and started making friends very quickly. I knew, within a few hours of being there, that it was the right decision for our young family.

Three weeks later, after Courtney was born, several of the ladies approached me and asked if they could put together a baby shower for our new daughter. I was stunned that they wanted to do this for someone that they hardly knew. I was overwhelmed with all of the beautiful gifts for baby Courtney and I had no words to express the gratitude that I had for these people who welcomed me into their church family with open arms.

As a little girl, I can’t tell you the number of times I sang the “Bridal Chorus” from Wagner’s opera Lohengrin — the traditional wedding march played at most weddings in North America as the bride appears at the back of the assembly to meet her groom. Of course, the words I sang were a child-distorted version bearing no resemblance to the original text.

One incarnation of the song goes, “Here comes the bride, all dressed in white. She stepped on a turtle and down came her girdle.” Another is: “Here comes the bride, big, fat and wide. See how she waddles from side to side. Here comes the groom, skinny as a broom.”

Why is it that I can remember these words but not Bible verses? Why would these ridiculous lyrics be ingrained in my memory when worthier words aren’t? The answer is … wait for it … the number of times the given words were repeated and reinforced. Guess that shows I should have learned to sing Bible verses.