haven’t written for awhile…..seems like time has been filled by other stuff…..good stuff, but stuff….All the time I’m doing my stuff, however, I’m thinking. Thinking of things to write about, thinking of things to help others dream about, thinking of things to comment on, etc. etc.

Yes, things are bubbling inside…..It is true for me, and maybe just me, that I should sit and write until there are no more words coming out of my head. Since the bubbling is annoying, I think that is a sign I should make time to sit and write.

I’m most upset I do not understand the workings of Word Press as well as others….I’d love to have someone set up my ability to get my postings available to others…..I am very personal on one side and don’t want to bother all the people I know with my rantings, however, I would like to be incognito and be able to send out writing in a better way. I admit I thought and still think that ‘booting up’ is a stupid way of saying open or start.
I also admit that hitting ‘send’ to answer a phone is even more stupid……but who am I…..

I’m in need of a new computer…and it is like pulling teeth to get one…why, because there is no one to help me take the info off this one and put it on the other. I’ll probably have to travel and drag around a bunch of computer stuff from place to place….looking like a beggar..to see if they would help me. Am I in the mood for that…..nu-uh. And so it goes.

I finally found a service to fix the old girl (my computer) whenever she went haywire…..and it is worth every penny. Just make the call, and turn it over……they perk the old girl up, take away all her globs of info that we really didn’t want or ask for….clean her disk or disc…..and send her back for another round of emails and googling.

While we’re (I’m) talking….I am pissed at the TV cable too…I kind of think they are like a rental car company I used one time…they don’t take good care of their cars, until one finally bites the dust. When it is finally drug in off highway 395 in February, it is serviced. Kind of like my TV boxes…they never seem to work well, one downstairs is fine, the others are full of sounds and no satellite reception. We understand half of every sentence from 8 til 11PM but when it comes on at 9AM the next day, it works fine……It’s always fun to call, and be helped by some poor gal who has to have an armed guard in her office to keep the peace…..that speaks well for the cable companies, doesn’t it.

Oh well, TV or Computer, cell phone or IPhone, it is there to amuse me and abuse me….I’m gett’on out the can and the string!!