A Few Simple Tricks for Non-Life-Threatening (But Annoying) Computer Issues


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Okay, so computers aren’t really my thing. I’m fine with them, I can do all the basics and a few advanced things too. But aside from typing or photo/graphics/aesthetics-related tasks, I don’t pretend to know a whole heck of a lot.

Sometimes that’s not a big deal. I mean, Google is just a click away, right? But then there are times when my laptop gets a raging case of PMS and a simple two-second Google search isn’t enough to solve my problem.

I won’t lie — this post is meant more for me than for you, as an easy means of remembering how to work around certain issues that crop up more often than I’d like them to. But if just one other frustrated person comes across this blog post and it helps them? Well, then it was completely worth writing.

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“Bonanza”: The Classic Western With a Heart of Gold


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Today, you’re not likely to see many Westerns on television. But from the 1940s through the early ’70s, the Stetson-sportin’, gun-slingin’, drawl-talkin’ gentlemen of old is exactly what audiences wanted to see.


When “The Lone Ranger” premiered in 1949, starring Clayton Moore (Lone Ranger) and Jay Silverheels (Tonto), it helped to kick off a small-screen wild west revolution. It paved the way for many long-running western series like “Gunsmoke” (1955-1975), “Wagon Train” (1957-1965), “The Rifleman” (1958-1963), “Rawhide” (1959-1966) and “The Virginian” (1962-1971). But for me, the best thing to come out of this western revolution was a little classic called “Bonanza”.


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Salvation Through Christ Alone


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Giovanni Battista Crespi (Il Cerano), The Risen Christ, 1602-04

For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: not by works, so that no one can boast. For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.

Therefore, remember that formerly you who are Gentiles by birth and called “uncircumcised” by those who call themselves “the circumcision” (that done in the body by the hands of men)– remember that at that time you were separate from Christ, excluded from citizenship in Israel and foreigners to the covenants of the promise, without hope and without God in the world. But now in Christ Jesus you who once were far away have been brought near through the blood of Christ.

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Brad Anderson & Marmaduke: Just Dog Gone Funny


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One year ago today, the world lost one of its most talented cartoonists — Brad Anderson, creator of my second favourite Great Dane, Marmaduke.

Scooby Doo is of course my favourite of the Gentle Giants, but Marmaduke has always been a close follow-up. A horse-size ball of zany antics, Marmaduke kept his owners, the Winslows, and their neighbours, Mr. and Mrs. Snyder, on their toes. Whether he was dragging Phil at top speed down the street, sneaking bones into Dottie’s stew, letting Barbara play dress-up with him, or saying bedtime prayers with Billy, the loveable giant found a permanent home in readers’ hearts. Continue reading

Credo in Unum Deum


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Wendy Brydge - Armageddon - 2012

I believe in one God, His name is Jesus. Father TRUTH, Spirit LOVE, Son the FORM of God. Philip said, “Lord, show us the Father and that will be enough for us.” Jesus answered: “Don’t you know me, Philip, even after I have been among you such a long time? Anyone who has seen me has seen the Father.”

I just celebrated my 30th birthday this past week, so today’s post is my own favourite scripture verses and paintings.

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I am not ashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth.

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The Cherished Scarab


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Mr. Jules Gravel, my Grade 9 art teacher, is a man who changed my life completely with some much needed advice. “You’re an excellent artist, Wendy, but exaggerate your shading. Darker darks. Lighter lights. Exaggerate them. And try blending a little more.”

I was 14 and thought pretty highly of myself. I didn’t appreciate his “advice”, so for my next set of sketches, I exaggerated all right. BLACK darks, WHITE lights. All blended to smooth perfection with my finger. I did it to teach him a lesson.

Ha, what happened is that HE taught ME a lesson. The most important art-related lesson I’ve ever learned. Continue reading

A Tail of Some Squirrelly Visitors


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On May 31st, I had a little visitor.


Anyone who knows me personally is aware that I’m sort of the proverbial squirrel lady. I feed them, I talk to them, I adore them. Some people think that squirrels are nothing more than rats in cuter outfits, but I reject that assessment. They’re intelligent, adorable and each one has his or her own distinct personality. If there are no squirrels in heaven, then I don’t think I want to go. Continue reading

In Times of Adversity, Persevere


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Carlo Maratta, The Rest on the Flight into Egypt, 17th century

“Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus, by a new and living way opened for us through the curtain, that is, His body, and since we have a great priest over the house of God, let us draw near to God with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water. Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for He who promised is faithful. And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds. Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching. Continue reading

Vintage Telephone Books: “How May I Direct Your Call?”


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A few weeks ago, the local Homesteaders Museum was having a yard sale fundraiser. I haven’t been to any sort of yard sale in 10 years, but this one seemed to be buzzing (by small-town standards anyway) and everyone was leaving with something. So I convinced my dad that we should stop.

It was typical as far as fundraiser yard sales go. Lots of glassware and old VHS tapes, some homemade crafts, etc. Nothing special. But on my way out, I spied something more my speed on the counter by the door. A box of old local telephone books.

I don’t collect old telephone books. In fact, I don’t collect “old books” in general. But much like that delightful vintage “How to Manage Housework in Canada” booklet that I featured in last year’s post “To Clean, or Not to Clean“, if it’s vintage and has SOME sort of personal connection? It’s going into my collection.

Not surprisingly, the phone books were not donations for the yard sale. They were “extras” from the museum’s collection. Everything at the sale was pay-as-you-please, but the phone books were a firm $1 each.

There were only ten or so to choose from, and a few were not quite vintage enough (1970s) for me. But then I spied one from June of 1945, and one from July, 1952.

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