Hello my name is Gina and I am technically challenged. I am not ashamed to admit I am an 8-track player living in an ipod world. It’s not that I haven't tried, I've had my share of gadgets along the way, but most of them end up as paperweights on my desk.
One year I asked my husband for a new camera phone. I reasoned that ALL the cool mommies had one and I was feeling left out. Two months later I made him return it because every time I attempted to answer my phone I took a picture of my thighs. Guess what? The camera does add 10 pounds.
The first time a man told me I should check out his blog, I thought not without a pricey dinner and a few drinks. Really…how bold! Was I embarrassed to find it was one of many computer terms that I was not familiar with. I have spent a great deal of time and energy attempting to become more techno savvy after all I am a Spirited Woman! I have made great strides, but admit I'm not entirely certain I was meant for this century.
I personally long for the days when we weren't so wired and connected. I wish they would bring back the busy signal. What was so wrong with being unavailable because you were busy talking to someone else? God forbid you ignore that annoying beep while you are engaged in a conversation with someone. The only time I find it warranted is when I want to end a long winded conversation. Unfortunately I have to enter in to another conversation to do so.
My television is another area of aggravation. I am unable to figure out which remote goes to what and which buttons to push to make it work. More times than not I have to yell for my 15-year-old to come downstairs to find a channel I am wishing to view. The day that child decides to leave home, my husband and I will be left with just our books and our memories. Neither of us knows how to program anything in the house more technical than our alarm clocks.
I know we are living in the information age, but honestly I am on information overload. Bring back the days of old when a flash drive was something you did on a dare and many miles away from home so as not to be recognized. A down load meant carrying the laundry basket downstairs. An upload was something you did to your bra so that your prom dress didn't pucker at the top and software was comfy flannel pajamas. We never googled anyone and spam was a mystery meat located on a grocery shelf. Life was simpler, slower and peaceful. Yes, I still do my share of traveling on the super highway, but I guarantee you I'm traveling in the right hand lane with my hazard lights flashing while pining for one of my favorite old 8 tracks.
- GinaMcNew, www.ItsHipToBeHot.com
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