Today I took one more step in joining the electronic digital age. My kids will be amazed. Who thought I'd ever blog. How many times have I written, "I'm not much on blogs," and it's true. I don't have time to read them. Ergo, I'm not much on them. Time will reveal whether or not I have time to write them.
It's almost scary. Over the last four months I've begun to acclimate to this high tech age. We got a flat screen plasma, DVR and HD, upping our cable package to include one more series of movies. Ouch! It's as if I know what I'm doing. I vividly remember getting my first CD player back in 1992 or '93. We bought the new stereo system from Montgomery Ward just in time for a party. My husband manned the buttons. I had no clue how to use it or what direction the little disc went in the player, but I didn't mind. I was cool. I had a CD machine! My friend, Beverly, contributed her Janet Jackson CD (we'd seen her in concert in 1990) to the event's music line-up. Isn't that a hoot, our guests had to bring CD's so we'd have enough variety to last all evening. Just recently Mike and I sold a stack of them, along with an equally huge stack of DVDs, in our garage sale. They multiply like stuffed animals.
I also remember being embarrased because I didn't know how to use the CD player. We'd owned it for months, but I guess I'd had no cause to play music on my own during that time frame. I was a huge Garth Brooks fan and just purchased his new red and black checkerboard CD, In Pieces. Naturally, I wanted to listen. I thought it was stupid I had this great CD player, but didn't know how to use it. No time like the present to learn. As was common back then, my husband was TDY, so I called our neighbor, Dooder, for over-the-phone instructions. The main thing I needed was to know whether to place the CD face-up or face-down. Wasn't I the whiz?
My son, Chad, and I talk high tech. He's very saavy, a digital guru one could say. About six months ago, we were discussing the many amenities of DVR, which of course, I didn't have at the time. He informed me I was ok for now, but if we didn't upgrade once we got a flat screen, we would be a little unprogressive and lagging. Well, don't label me as clinging to the obsolete. Our first order of business after bringing the plasma god home was to upgrade cable service.
Chad was also the one to mention blogging or my own website. As a writer, he wondered if an electronic outlet other than Word would be beneficial. He wasn't the only one to bring it up. Blogging is everywhere. So, here I sit trying my hand at this new genre.
Pretty cool, huh? I've mastered the color tv, record player, 8-track, CD, DVD and DVR players (even if I'm still a wee bit rusty on the gazillion remotes,) upgraded to HD television, been computer literate for years, love my digital camera, upload photos and videos, successfully utilize an 8 GB thumb drive knowing to stick it in the USB port. I have little doubt I'll be a verteran blogger in record time, too.
It's almost scary. Over the last four months I've begun to acclimate to this high tech age. We got a flat screen plasma, DVR and HD, upping our cable package to include one more series of movies. Ouch! It's as if I know what I'm doing. I vividly remember getting my first CD player back in 1992 or '93. We bought the new stereo system from Montgomery Ward just in time for a party. My husband manned the buttons. I had no clue how to use it or what direction the little disc went in the player, but I didn't mind. I was cool. I had a CD machine! My friend, Beverly, contributed her Janet Jackson CD (we'd seen her in concert in 1990) to the event's music line-up. Isn't that a hoot, our guests had to bring CD's so we'd have enough variety to last all evening. Just recently Mike and I sold a stack of them, along with an equally huge stack of DVDs, in our garage sale. They multiply like stuffed animals.
I also remember being embarrased because I didn't know how to use the CD player. We'd owned it for months, but I guess I'd had no cause to play music on my own during that time frame. I was a huge Garth Brooks fan and just purchased his new red and black checkerboard CD, In Pieces. Naturally, I wanted to listen. I thought it was stupid I had this great CD player, but didn't know how to use it. No time like the present to learn. As was common back then, my husband was TDY, so I called our neighbor, Dooder, for over-the-phone instructions. The main thing I needed was to know whether to place the CD face-up or face-down. Wasn't I the whiz?
My son, Chad, and I talk high tech. He's very saavy, a digital guru one could say. About six months ago, we were discussing the many amenities of DVR, which of course, I didn't have at the time. He informed me I was ok for now, but if we didn't upgrade once we got a flat screen, we would be a little unprogressive and lagging. Well, don't label me as clinging to the obsolete. Our first order of business after bringing the plasma god home was to upgrade cable service.
Chad was also the one to mention blogging or my own website. As a writer, he wondered if an electronic outlet other than Word would be beneficial. He wasn't the only one to bring it up. Blogging is everywhere. So, here I sit trying my hand at this new genre.
Pretty cool, huh? I've mastered the color tv, record player, 8-track, CD, DVD and DVR players (even if I'm still a wee bit rusty on the gazillion remotes,) upgraded to HD television, been computer literate for years, love my digital camera, upload photos and videos, successfully utilize an 8 GB thumb drive knowing to stick it in the USB port. I have little doubt I'll be a verteran blogger in record time, too.
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