Yesterday morning, I set up a Google Photo account (#3 on my 18 for 2018 list) to help me win the constant battle I have with my iPhone over storage. Setting the account up was effortless. What I find praiseworthy about opening this account is I can access my photos on my computer which will make ordering photos for my scrapbooking projects super easy. I still need to explore all of the features this account has to offer. One ability I hope I have is uploading photos directly from my account to my blog or to social media. I’ll have to play with it. I’m not tech savvy, so figuring this out on my own is kind of exciting.
In Other News:
I’m in the early stages of planning my 50th birthday party. I have a date (January 12th)! I had so much fun at my 40th birthday party that I thought it would be fun to do it again for my 50th. I believe I have the most AWESOME group of friends who bring a great deal of love, laughter, and joy to my life, and I cannot imagine a better way to mark this milestone than to spend it with them and my lovely family. After all, I am going to be 1/2 a century old this upcoming year.
My season of sacrifice has officially ended. In fact, it ended on Saturday evening when I left Tiger Stadium after working LSU concessions for the last home game. It has also coincided beautifully with Thanksgiving of which I am blessed to have the whole week off. While I am relieved that this season of sacrifice is over, I am also grateful for the experiences it afforded me these past few months. It makes me more appreciative for the restorative benefits that down time has provided me the last few days.
Happy Thanksgiving, dear reader! I hope you can carve out some time this week to relax and reflect on your blessings amidst the cooking, eating, football watching, and shopping. Thank you for your continued readership of my blog; I consider you a blessing and appreciate your ongoing encouragement and support. Happiness!
“Not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, is the true measure of our thanksgiving.” ~ W. T. Purkiser