Okay no I DON'T mean ME!!! haha
I'm talking about my poor computer. I've been having some super ugly problems with it lately. Yes, my 7 year old PC thinks it'll be happier living in a recycling depot. Tech support has it limping along, but it's so bad I'm afraid to turn it off in case it won't turn on again!
So Santa got me a MAC for Christmas. But I've always been a PC girl ... with the exception of my very first computer ... my dad bought the Apple II E for the family back in 1980. I'm pretty sure I was the first kid in school to have a home computer.
But just because I've been a USER since dinosaurs roamed the earth doesn't mean I know diddley-squat about how these things work. In truth, technology stresses.me.OUT. I hyperventilate at the sight of all 4 remotes we need just to operate the tv ... correction FIVE ... since we got the Netflix thing.
Yes, I'm the mom who needed the 6 year old to "go make it so Mama can watch tv" after the kids play Wii.
If you don't believe me, read this.
I mean, even a calculator that does more than the most basic functions is intimidating so you can imagine what having to learn new software does to me. (My throat is already closing and I think my left eye is starting to twitch.)
(Are you understanding the absolute MIRACLE it is that I blog?!!)
So. My point - and yes I have one - is that I have no idea how long it will take me to be back online. I may not miss a beat or I might be gone indefinitely. Just know that any absence is NOT MY FAULT ... I'm blaming it on ... geez, I don't even know WHO to blame. I just know it's not me.
Oh, I know. I blame it on Darth Vader.
And the Klingon Federation.
And the Cylons.
I'm sure they ALL have something to do with this ...