I’m technologically defunct. I know. My husband knows (he’s nodding his head right now). When I first started this blog almost a year ago, I thought it was scary. How do I do that? It’s too hard. I’m still trying to figure out what all the little gadget buttons do. Fancy phones with apps and text ability . . . wow. That’s all I can say. I balk at new technology. GPS navigational device—just write the address down on a piece of paper for me and give me directions. I don’t even know how to turn it on. I’m old school. And I can tell you right now, if you text me I will just call you back. I will. It’s easier. I’m not a texter. It takes too long. Or I will text back O.K. Two letters is about all I can handle, and it will probably take me ten minutes to do.
Anyway, I’ve been playing around with this “blog thing” and FINALLY after all this time figured out how to add a followers button (thanks to a good friend who is super smart). I even started a Twitter account—I’m getting fancy now, so watch out. I kinda feel like a geezer wearing coke-bottle glasses pointing to a movie screen and saying, “I think that moving picture show is of the devil! It’s just another fandangled doohickey to get me to stop listening to my radio. Takes away the imagination, I tell ya. What’s the world coming to?”
Okay, maybe I’m not THAT bad, but I’m pretty darn close. When the kids have a problem with the computer, I tell them to go find their dad. And don’t even ask me how to work the remote control to play a DVD—that’s just a whole ‘nother language to me. I end up messing up EVERYTHING causing my husband to make me promise him that I will never touch it again—“Don’t even think about it, babe. Just say no.” Adding “tunes” to my iPOD just about makes me cry.
I am getting better though. I am. Really, I am. Look how far I’ve come in just a short time. I have a blog. I have a twitter account. I have an iPOD (and yes, I figured it out). I’m still not converted to the texting thing. Not yet. Maybe someday. AND I have a followers button--a followers button! It only took a year.
Now, I know that most of you out there are following me through your Google reader, which is fantastic, but I’d sure love to see your little faces on the side smiling at me. So click on the followers button and make me happy—makes me feel like I’m writing to real people and not just “imaginary, invisible” people. Also, by clicking on it, it makes me look less pathetic when it says I only have 1 follower (thanks Diana).
Anyway, I’ve been playing around with this “blog thing” and FINALLY after all this time figured out how to add a followers button (thanks to a good friend who is super smart). I even started a Twitter account—I’m getting fancy now, so watch out. I kinda feel like a geezer wearing coke-bottle glasses pointing to a movie screen and saying, “I think that moving picture show is of the devil! It’s just another fandangled doohickey to get me to stop listening to my radio. Takes away the imagination, I tell ya. What’s the world coming to?”
Okay, maybe I’m not THAT bad, but I’m pretty darn close. When the kids have a problem with the computer, I tell them to go find their dad. And don’t even ask me how to work the remote control to play a DVD—that’s just a whole ‘nother language to me. I end up messing up EVERYTHING causing my husband to make me promise him that I will never touch it again—“Don’t even think about it, babe. Just say no.” Adding “tunes” to my iPOD just about makes me cry.
I am getting better though. I am. Really, I am. Look how far I’ve come in just a short time. I have a blog. I have a twitter account. I have an iPOD (and yes, I figured it out). I’m still not converted to the texting thing. Not yet. Maybe someday. AND I have a followers button--a followers button! It only took a year.
Now, I know that most of you out there are following me through your Google reader, which is fantastic, but I’d sure love to see your little faces on the side smiling at me. So click on the followers button and make me happy—makes me feel like I’m writing to real people and not just “imaginary, invisible” people. Also, by clicking on it, it makes me look less pathetic when it says I only have 1 follower (thanks Diana).
