Friday, January 1, 2010

Not a Baby Anymore

I’ve spent the last month growing up. First, I had to be an adult and stay home with the baby while the rest of my family went skiing. In all honesty, I didn’t think that would be a problem, but it turns out that I have a mildly adventurous side that doesn’t want to sit in a warm room with cocoa and read while other people are whizzing down a mountain on two sticks. Whodda thunk?

Second, I got a real, live, grown-up soup tureen. So now when I invite you over for soup, I won’t have to serve it out of the pot with a metal scoop. I’m so Martha.

Third, and I feel this is most important, I turned down a dessert. Creme brulee, no less. Okay, I didn’t really turn it down, but I only ate half of it. I’m not usually about moderation, so this step marks a very new, very adult aspect of me. You may applaud.

Monday, December 28, 2009


I am a Mac. Okay, so I'm not really a Mac yet. I own a Mac but it takes a bigger genius than I am to actually be a Mac after 4 days. I'm sort of in transition, like Kafka only without the antennae and penchant for dung.

The computer has beautiful abilities that may include world domination. I haven't seen all the tutorials yet, but I'll let you know when I come across that one.

Wanna know the feature I love the most? The computer automatically, without any help from me, turns itself on and off at a set time every day. Yup. That in itself has made my world brighter. In fact, if nothing else works on the computer, it’d still be worth the switch just to have that one magical ability. I go to sleep at night and so does my computer. I wake up in the morning and--voile--it’s started itself up, had its morning cup o’ coffee, and is ready to go. Oh, how it knows me. How it reads my every mood, catering to my whims. Now, if it would make a healthy breakfast, clean the dishes and take the kids to after-school activities, we'd be set.

Oh, and I no longer have the “you may be a victim of counterfeit software” sign with accompanying black-hole screen that sucks away creativity and, if left long enough, life itself. I have a lovely National Geographic picture of a swan launching off of a fog-covered pond. Wow.

I feel that the Mac is sort of like my camera. Way too much for my small abilities. And what has become of the ghetto-PC? It sits next to the Mac because I think that's funny. Also, the kids use it. Because ain’t no one touching my new computer but me.