Wednesday, December 2, 2009
So I have a question
What I want to know is, when did I turn into my mother? Was I napping that day? Was I out somewhere? Or was I just not paying attention? My mother would not let us make popcorn in her microwave oven (in 2008) because she was afraid her apartment would catch on fire. Right. I used to shake my head. But NOW, I am about as terrorized by technology as she was by microwaves. (Did I mention that when I went to Disneyland when I was 6, they were introducing people to these new fangled microwave ovens and everyone was just AWED by them?) This picture is of me muttering about why the heck is my shutter release not working on my camera FLASH!!!!! Geesh.
My daughter gave me a digital photo frame for Christmas last year. I just got the photos onto it last week. I took it to work, but couldn't figure out how to hang it. I had to ask the maintenance guy. The tire pressure light has been on in my truck for eons. I've checked the pressure, it's fine. I just ignore the light. Why can my computer never recognize me when I try to sign onto my own blog and why does it send a newsletter that I have been receiving for three years to my junk mailbox every day, even though I have told it over and over that it is not junk? Yet every website I have ever visited or even thought about visiting knows my bra size?
Uncle. I give up. I'm going to make some popcorn. In the microwave.