A Lovely New Look

My husband Rob found a great place here with more templates. http://blogspottemplates.blogspot.com/
These were designed by Aman. Very talented guy. I just love this new look so much better than the other template. It takes time and patience to get used to a new format. I certainly wish that I could figure out how to do a few things that I have not been able to....yet. I keep telling myself: "Time and patience grasshopper." :) Although I have been able to post in my AOL journal the changes they made have brought problems into my computer which I still cannot get rid of. One is that I am frequently getting run time Error messages. Have searched through Microsoft webpages and not sure what is going on. Never happened before AOl's journal page changes. I am thinking it's coming from my office program. My computer is freezing. I have run numerous virus scans and Spybot and am finding nothing. It's just a conflict of something I am sure. Am thinking the only way to truly eliminate it will be to dump AOL altogether. It's Sunday and it's brisk here today. I have so many things to do today but haven't made it past the computer room so far. I am having my parents over for Thanksgiving. My one brother is in upstate N.Y., the other two are going to their mother-in-laws. We were invited to my friend Roz's which is so much fun. She has a huge crowd which includes her three beautiful daughters and their spouses and her grandchild, Maisey. After a feast they play games and a grand time is had by all. Roz is an extended part of our family. I am thinking I will have dinner for my parents early and then when they leave we will go to Roz's for the after dinner festivities. I keep thinking this may well be my Dad's last Thanksgiving. He has slowed down drastically and the doctors say he is in congestive heart failure. Half a year ago they speculated that he had two years left. It's sad to see your parents in this state. No matter how much baggage you have with them, you always hope that things will be resolved while they are still alive. With my Dad, I accept that he will never "get" me. Although it makes me sad, I finally accept it. He was born into a different world and will never understand what it's like to be a woman. Although he clearly favors his sons I'm the one who found him doctors and helped him through his open heart surgery. I have to be content in knowing that I have been a good child despite the fact that it was never appreciated. I had so hoped when he went through the same heart surgery I did that it would open his eyes. Sadly, that never happened. The inner child realizes that validation will never come. I think I can finally accept that but it's been a long and hard road to arrive at this destination.