When it comes to electronics, I have one philosophy. Learn what I need to know and remain baffled with the rest. I know how to email WITH ATTACHMENTS, and blog. I can check a few web sites and create a newsletter. I am very hip and trendy. Earlier this year, after SEVERAL failed attempts, Keith even taught me how to transfer pictures and post them on our computer. That small feat alone makes me feel like I'm finally getting a grip on this computer thing.
Wrong. I married a techie, I married a man who loves to upgrade to the newest, fastest, and complicated devices on the market. It doesn't matter if we will never use 90% of the capability. He needs it. He is fascinated by tarabytes and gigs - I don't even know what those are and am pretty sure they aren't spelled properly.
So my loving husband has gone and changed everything. I finally figure out the old camera, and he bought a new one. I grow comfortable with posting pictures and this new camera's SIM card doesn't fit in my ancient laptop. BUT, it does if in Keith's new Mac I Book... or whatever it's called. That thing scares me. It looks so simple and yet it terrifies me. It's so sleek and skinny. It's plain. I know it's a trick to make me feel less of a person. I'm sure it will freeze up and die when I press the wrong button. Then Keith will freak out - I just don't need it.
I was going to write a post about TuTu's and post the cutest pictures. But considering the very confusing way I would have to go about it, you will have to imagine how cute these things are. My mom and I made these HUGE tutus for my nieces and fellow adoptive daughters. Each one is made with no less than 12 yards of tulle. They are girlly girlly. It was such a change of atmosphere in the house with all the tulle piled on my tables and floors. I even had to use two certain little dudes in this house to model the lengths. Now you're really wishing I knew how to post the pictures, aren't ya? I'm sure they'll forgive me one day. I can't wait to see the girl's faces when they open their very large and full tutus. I can't wait to see them all wear them and twirl around standing 3 feet apart given the girth of the skirts.
So, imagine how cute these things are and I will work on expanding my computer knowledge.
Monday, December 15, 2008
So much to talk about
I'm sorry little blog, I've neglected you so.
Now, I have so much to talk about and so little time. It's hard when you let things pile up. This is a lesson I've learned the hard way a million times and it still hasn't changed my way of doing things. O well. I'm sure my children will learn from my mistakes.
Actually, I am stalling. I am not motivated to clean and pack. We are driving back to Texas for Christmas. Yes, we have lost our minds. We are looking forward to seeing family and friends. It's the drive I am absolutely dreading. I can not express to you how much un-fun traveling for very long times with two children, two dogs, and a cat can be. A good mom would be anticipating, planning and preparing fun things to keep her children occupied with. A good mom would be concerned that it's an even harder trip on them. I am not. I openly admit that I am hiding in the corner with my eyes closed. I've been twitching my nose just praying I can transport us in a flash just like Bewitched. This drive is LONG and should not be attempted 3 times in 18 months.
Children, I am so sorry. I am sorry for the car seat sores you might endure. I'm sorry Brad you can't start school. You aren't potty trained for the sole purpose of this drive alone. I don't need anything else making it harder. I'm sorry Cole that you must listen to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star as many times as possible in a two day span. I am sorry that instead of the calm, easy-going Ashley, we'll be making this drive with Daddy. (he doesn't do well in confined spaces for long) I'm deeply concerned for his future mental health.
My to-do list today is to clean their rooms, print up insurance cards, check the highway conditions for 6 of the largest states in the Union, and start to separate "things to take". Sigh..... we'll be there once I can willing strap myself into the van....
Now, I have so much to talk about and so little time. It's hard when you let things pile up. This is a lesson I've learned the hard way a million times and it still hasn't changed my way of doing things. O well. I'm sure my children will learn from my mistakes.
Actually, I am stalling. I am not motivated to clean and pack. We are driving back to Texas for Christmas. Yes, we have lost our minds. We are looking forward to seeing family and friends. It's the drive I am absolutely dreading. I can not express to you how much un-fun traveling for very long times with two children, two dogs, and a cat can be. A good mom would be anticipating, planning and preparing fun things to keep her children occupied with. A good mom would be concerned that it's an even harder trip on them. I am not. I openly admit that I am hiding in the corner with my eyes closed. I've been twitching my nose just praying I can transport us in a flash just like Bewitched. This drive is LONG and should not be attempted 3 times in 18 months.
Children, I am so sorry. I am sorry for the car seat sores you might endure. I'm sorry Brad you can't start school. You aren't potty trained for the sole purpose of this drive alone. I don't need anything else making it harder. I'm sorry Cole that you must listen to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star as many times as possible in a two day span. I am sorry that instead of the calm, easy-going Ashley, we'll be making this drive with Daddy. (he doesn't do well in confined spaces for long) I'm deeply concerned for his future mental health.
My to-do list today is to clean their rooms, print up insurance cards, check the highway conditions for 6 of the largest states in the Union, and start to separate "things to take". Sigh..... we'll be there once I can willing strap myself into the van....
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