The Junk Drawer
Someone asked me the other day if I was a list maker, and if so do I use a Blackberry. First thing, electronics hate me. I understand hate is a strong word to most, however I don’t believe in this case it is strong enough to describe the reaction electronics have toward me. My husband, Macgyver owns his own business and guess what it is. A computer business. He is a network administrator/computer Guinness/PC whisperer. Yep, he can capture the sun for solar power, trap the wind to generate energy and fix a computer with surgical precision hands on or via the internet. I however, don’t grasp parabolic trough, frensel lens, how many blades are best for a wind turbine. But, I know if I lay my PC in the driveway and rev my truck at it, something amazing happens. The damn thing works for a bit longer. Macgyver is almost positive I was the first known person to get the “blue screen of death” among countless other things. For a while he called me Tilde, a lovely virus which ran ramped for a while, but then Nimda showed up. He was also certain I was somehow attached to the birth of Nimda, and as a result of how often he encountered the virus, it almost became a curse word in our house.
Suffice it to say I am a note pad woman. Oh sure I got into sticky notes for a while, when the child to adult ratio was a bit lower in our household. Once that family tree really took off, there was no way those sticky suckers could keep up. I mean the sticky notes not the kids mind you. Kind of odd when you think about it though, we know jelly is sticky, which would imply slower movement. Not so on a child. They still have the ability to devour your house, as if hit by a typhoon with gale force winds. After child three and four I grew up into a note pad type of gal. It wasn’t until five, six and seven that I realized this was a five subject college spiral binder family.
Paper or device, which one are you? I’ll just keep the Blackberries where they belong. In a bowl of cereal, submerged in milk where they can not piss off anyone, namely me.