Begging......This week’s Star has a large ad for the new Hobby Lobby opening on Hwy 59 close to Rosenberg. The ad has a 40 percent off coupon for any one item. The coupon can be used at any Hobby Lobby in Fort Bend or Houston and it is coded so the Star gets credit for it.

So please, please use your coupon. Consider it payment in full for you free subscription to the Star. Ha Ha!

Birthdays should be passe after 50 .....Every year about this time I get real maudlin. You see, my birthday is on Easter Sunday and I hate this growing old. I was going along feeling just real happy late last week when as I was chatting with my brother, Vance, in Tennessee, He had to remind me my birthday was real soon.

He claims I was born on Easter Sunday. Since Easter changes every year, I only remember one other time when my birthday was on Easter Sunday. But he claims that I was born on Easter Sunday, and he knows this because my mother told him so.

I was sure there is something on the internet that allows you to find out what day any date in history is and what holiday. Because I’ve been accused of having a Messiah complex before, I looked up my birthday on the internet at “The day you were born Calculator.” It’s at www.onlineconversion.com. I wanted to find out if my birth date was really on Easter Sunday. My brother has a good memory but I’m afraid he was either pulling my leg or my Mother told him a big whopper to excuse one of my transgressions. I was born on a Wednesday. I don’t think by any stretch of the imagination would that be considered Easter Sunday.

However, I’m not telling him. If he prefers to believe I am holy, I am not going to dissuade him at this point in life.

And on the same note.....Hasn’t the internet changed our lives? I never have to look up the spelling of a word any more. Well, I never really looked up the spelling of a word, I simply hollered to Millie, or Jean, or sometimes Ann, “How do you spell so and so?” Now I just go to Dictionary.com and type in how I think the word is spelled. Not only is there a dictionary, but there is a thesaurus as well.

And telephone books? I usually Google the name of a business and get the telephone number. It doesn’t work so well for individuals because the companies that do that online want to sell me all the background information on the person I am hunting. I don’t want their arrests and marriages; I only want their telephone number.

And along the same line.....We were looking for pictures of Ann Smith, the lady whose house blew up, because of the “Great Balls of Fire” roast the Sugar Land Cultural Arts is having for her. (It’s 11:30 a.m. to 1:30 p.m., on Thursday, April 12 at the Safari. For tickets, call 281-898-4518 or at sharon@SLCAF.org) I realized that we no longer have pictures we can comb through. All of our pictures are now digital and stored on our computers until we either run out of memory and some mishap occurs with our hard drive. We no longer have a hard copy developed. Future generations will not have pictures they can paste in scrapbooks unless we start having our pictures developed again.

Linda Hancock and I went through two boxes of old Star pictures. We found a lot of archivable photos. I have four more boxes to go through. Any volunteers to look for historical Fort Bend photos?

Finally....Just this week I got my office straightened after our move two months ago. I don’t have all my little newspaper figurines on my shelves yet, but all the pictures are hung. I finally gave up on my mean son having the time to do this so I (naturally) went to the Star classifieds and hired a “handyman,” Tom Noser to come to my aid. It was worth it! No more nagging. No more whining. No more dirty looks.

Personal friends should come by my office soon (like this week) to see it before it gets messed up.

I bought new desks for many of the employees when we moved, but I painted one of our old, old desks that we’ve had for about 20 years for myself. My office is so small and the desk I painted is small. You can’t buy small desks anymore, at least not for adults.

Anyway, I painted the desk bright red. What a mess. I realized after I had made an investment in paint, paint thinner, brushes, sponges, etc. that this was a job I didn’t really want. It would have been better if I had just purchased a desk.

I had to give that sucker four coats of paint and wait at least three days between each coat with a fan blowing on it.

Now I’ve never been a good painter. I get more paint on myself than the piece I’m painting. My painting always reminds me of a Lucy and Ethyl skit. I just know before I start that I am going to put my foot in the bucket of paint.

Then I discovered after I got the darn thing painted that I would have to special order new hardware because the old drawer pulls were about 1/8th an inch off. That’s not going to happen. I’m already tired of the project and hate the desk.