So one day silly me wanders up to Mac Daddy as he sits in front of The Sacred Mac and says “Honey, I need a better blog”. That was mistake #1.
Mac Daddy has been spitting nails at my PC forever and would love to set it afire so as to have an excuse to get me on The Sacred Mac or, better yet, get me one of my own. I’ve been fighting him every step of the way, not because I don’t worship The Sacred Mac but because I’m a techno idiot. When it comes to anything with buttons, wires, or blinky lights I’m like one of those old people who still insists on cooking soup on the stove instead of popping it into one of those fancy radiation wave cooker things. I just don’t adjust well to change in the techno department of my life. I have to ask one of the kids how to play a DVD if I can’t find the remote with the little button that has *Play* clearly printed on it.
Mac Daddy sees his opportunity and wastes no time. He pins me, yes pins me, into the chair in front of The Sacred Mac and shows me around the world of *really cool blog sites*. We landed here.
I was then given a quick tutorial on Mac functions.....Mac Daddy is sounding like he’s doing a sales pitch by now.....he shows me how fun and easy it is to play with picture editing and all sorts of other stuff. He insists that he can make it simple for me. He made me little *buttons* at the top of my screen that are clearly labeled with things like *Blog* and *Amazon* and holy crap even *Elann*! Maybe he’s onto something here.
I guess my point is I’m on a learning curve here so don’t be too tough on me. I’m also learning my way around here on this site so if I post pictures you weren’t meant to see just keep it to yourself.
The good news is Mac Daddy can’t do anything about the fact that I still use little sticks to make stuff. He can insist I take pictures of said knitted items with a digital camera, edit them on The Sacred Mac, and post them to this fancy site but he can’t do anything about the little sticks. Not that he would want to change the little sticks. He calls me Stick Wiggler.
And he benefits from the little sticks from time to time. He’ll be nice and toasty in his Lopi sweater the next time work sends him to Canada so the sticks can stay.
