My previous post attempt has been pre-empted by a Snow White moment. Well, a lot of Snow White moments.
I seem to keep backtracking through my life in this blog because I'm not keeping it current. I am a bad girl.
Earlier this summer, I admired my sister-in-law's new Mac. Let me state most clearly: I Am A Windows/DOS/IBM girl. I get it, I understand it, I can use it, hell, I can make that sucker sing. I, in fact, fought using Windows for almost two years because I loved DOS so very much.
Now the reason I admired my sister-in-law's new Mac so much had everything to do with my number one pet peeve. In fact, if any of you in blogland ever have to play a game like...say, the Newlywed game with me and the question you are presented with is "What is your fiancee's number one pet peeve?" The answer is wires.
I hate wires. My husband, whom I love dearly and is the only reason why I will never be playing the Newlywed game, loves wires. I have entire floor surfaces under desks, areas behind dressers and walls dripping with wires. Boxes full of wires fill our garage. Even the wires from the sprinkler system are draped over some of my prized roses. Okay, that last statement was a bit of an exaggeration, but all the others are the gospel truth.
Forget the screen size, forget the speed, forget the 250 gig of storage space. This baby had NO WIRES! Nothing under the desk except two little plugs, nothing from the keyboard, nothing from the mouse. NO WIRES! It was SU-WEET. Sweet to the point that my knees went weak, my palms became sweaty, my heartrate increased and, well, let me stop there. Let me leave something to the imagination. Besides, I'm getting all a-quiver again just reliving that moment.
Now, my dear, wire loving husband has another fault. He wants to fulfill my every whim and he misunderstood my breath-quickening, face-flushing response to my sister-in-law's Mac as desire. Three weeks later, one appeared on my doorstep. Idiot. He'll get that pet peeve question wrong. I just know it.
Hang in there, this does lead to Snow White. I promise.
I do like this computer...to look at. It's just as SU-WEET as my sister-in-law's, but I am now faced with learning how to use the damn thing.
I decided that just jumping in and using it would be best and what better way than to work on my long neglected blog? That's the moment I became Snow White. I bit into the poison apple and nothing's been the same since.
I have to read 'help' on everything. It takes hours.
Everytime I touch the mouse, something different happens on the screen.
The worst? I cannot upload photos to my blog!
Hopefully the lovely dwarfs at Typepad are singing "Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho..." and working toward a solution. I'm sure I'm not the first with this problem because if I were, this entry would have been entitled "Just call me Eve."
God, sometimes I just slay myself. Wish I could put a picture here of me laughing out loud at that last one.
