How in the HELL do you update the Picasa pictures?!

I have a slide show on the right of my blog.  I like the photos.  They are nice.

They are also old.

Not THAT old - but older.  I have some really cool recent ones I'd like to add.  And I cannot for the life of me figure out how.

I cannot even find the stupid album on Picasa.

ARGH!!! I feel like Charlie Brown!

YOOOGGAAAA

I've been trying to get more fit.  You know so that I don't trip over the bump in the floor, flailing about like that little old lady on the commercial.

You know the "I've fallen and I can't get up" lady.

I'm getting older and it's a BITCH!  Who knew!?  I can't just drop the pounds by running a little and skipping cupcakes for a few weeks!

All you 21 year olds beware - I was skinny, skinny, skinny too....now I'm a middle-aged softly rounded woman (still hot to some though!).

And guess what...you will be too!
So I went to yoga last night - and I am sooo sore today.  And let me tell you - I started doing cross fit and I don't feel anywhere near as fat and out of shape doing that like I did doing the yoga last night.

Yoga kicks your ass.

Just sayin...

Kicks.

Your.

ASS.







 

Attention span ZERO!

I cannot concentrate today.

Is it because it's Monday?  Because the weekend was too short?  Because I had LOTS of fun and now I'm sitting at a desk feeling my butt get bigger?

Is it because I have little to no human interaction during the day? 

I am a drone...

Work. Work. Work!

I don't know.

I did have a dream last night.

I was in Dubai, on the beach with two other couples and we decided to go back to our respective hotel rooms.

Boring I know.

Maybe my dream is why I'm so bored today?

Anyway...

We go into the hotel the other two couples go to their rooms and I decide to leave to go back to wherever.

So one of the guys walks me to the elevator - not the one we came up on but a different one.

It was HUGE.  Like your living room stuck on the side of the building. 

And the elevator attendant (yes there was one in a red suit with brass buttons no less) closes the drapes because it was one of those elevators with windows instead of walls.

And he pushed the down button.

AND the elevator WAS REALLY FAST!  Like heart stopping going 150mph fast.

The elevator that was going 150mph DID NOT STOP AT THE GROUND FLOOR!

It kept going down the street and onto the beach.

At which point I was freaking out, 1. because of the elevator ride, and 2. because I needed to be in the lobby of the hotel - not on the beach.

So I tell the elevator operator. 

Then I woke up.

Hm.

I wonder what that could mean? 

Pinterest, I'm Addicted

I joined Pinterest.

Now I'm addicted.  I'm trolling the internet finding things I want to buy for the house - or just want to think about buying in the future, or really just dream about buying when I win the lottery.

I'm also pinning restaurants I love.

And vacation spots I want to go to or have been that I want to go back to.

I'm not sure how to tell people to look at my pins - but I want to have some of my friends do so because I want opinions on the things I'm thinking of for the house.

Will this work I wonder?  http://pinterest.com/zimmerjr/

I've also tried to upload my photos on Picasa so I can have a slide show on my blog.  Somehow it captured about 20 photos.  Not sure how, or why those particular photos were chosen.

Especially when the site spent about 20 minutes uploading my photos.  I have literally thousands of them.

What can I say - when it comes to digital photos I'm snap happy!

But only the 20 are showing.

Hmmm....

Face it I'm technologically challenged.  And I have no children to catch me up to speed or do it for me.

Not that I want one in house - but I may borrow my friend's 15 year old.

He should know...

Well...back to Pinterest...