” Hello, my name is Laurie and I am a……”

Technophobe.  Idiot.  Computer moron. Welcome to this club where computer illiterates will feel right at home. We welcome you. We don’t make fun of you if you don’t know that the Apple sign on the Mac looks like two squiggles. We understand. Everyone told me “Get a Mac, they are so EASY, you don’t have to do ANYTHING!”  Are you kidding me? I have a Mac, I think it’s complicated and I didn’t grow up (like my children did) learning about computers since first grade. Macs are not easy for me, no computer is easy for me and as much as I appreciate e-mail (although somehow it got interchangeable with the stamp icon and I am totally confused)  and a few other things like IM, I am not comfortable on the Mac. Don’t feel singled out, I am not comfortable on any computer, but your commercials were so cool!!

My husband works in the computer field, my daughter and son know all about computers and there are 4 Macs in this household. I use the Mac mainly for this writing blog and e-mail but I don’t know how to upload or download pictures. And for all my friends who say “send me a new photo” basically, I can’t. My son, 17, who gets frustrated the first 9 times he shows me, gives up after that. My daughter says “I already showed you.”  My husband who has sat with me numerous times AND I have taken notes during the lecture, ok tutorial, I still can’t follow what I have written down and so I can’t do it by myself.

I’m hopeless. Generally speaking, I either BEG for someone to do it for me (and yes, I do pay attention) or threaten to call one of the companies for impaired people like me. I don’t know why people can’t be sympathetic with this type of impairment. I think we should be covered under the ADA.  So, Dear Mr. Jobs, admittedly you are a complete genius, and pretty much everyone that works for you is probably very intelligent too. Of course, they probably could be my sons and daughters, if not grandchildren. But, what about us “old” folks? How about a computer for real dummies not just a book which we don’t understand either.

Mr. Jobs, I respect you and admire you but to tell you the truth I admire you and your wife for your incredible generosity to charity and funding for various institutions more than I do this incredible computer company.  You make a fine machine, Mr. Jobs, but you and your wife are finer human beings just being in this world and giving of yourselves. That, to me, is a club I would be honored to join.

p.s. I AM SO SORRY but  I was just told that I mixed you up with Bill and Melinda Gates but I am sure you do good stuff too. And, somehow I pushed a button which made this whole blog disappear except for the first 3 words and it took my daughter AND my husband to find it again. Sorry again about the mix-up, maybe YOU can forward it to the Gates’ ? If I do you know I will lose it again…

Thank you for my first comment! it made my day……..

because today did not start out well. get this: i have a very close (older woman) friend, like a faux aunt who is dying from terminal cancer. I love her and have always been close to her. I talk to her (the little she can speak) as often as she wants to. even though I am 53 and technically a grown up I can still be shy and embarassed sometimes.  I’m also VERY sensitive. My mother (not the sensitive type) is good friends with this woman, I will call Mimi. I thought it was tacky for me to ask for something to remember her by so my mom did it for me. Plus for mom. I was grateful. Yesterday my mother told me that a small box “of junk” was delivered to her from Mimi’s brother for me. If that wasn’t bad enough get this: ok u really won’t believe me but try: today my mother’s carpenter’s daughter (“If I was a carpenter and you were my daughter…….”) visited my mother. My mother phoned to tell me that she had given one of the pieces (to her junk) to the little girl. I said “what? you gave something away that was meant for me”? She said yes, ” it was a mouse and I know you don’t like mice so I gave it away.”  I’m asking you gall or no gall. Had she not told me about it I would have never known about the stupid fake mouse. But to tell me and give it away before I even had it????  Your thoughts, please.  Not that I hold a grudge……(ok I do) but this is the same woman who gave birth to me, a preemie AND told me that she didn’t come  visit me ONCE while I was in the hospital for 4 weeks after I was born. Who does that? And, if you do it, why tell the story to your sensitive daughter. I’m feeling this in my stomach and that is not good. Means i’m still fuming….mother-daughter relationships are tough sometimes, luckily not with me and my 15 year old (yet).

Today i learned (I think) how to scan photos to Facebook. My son has tried to teach me for years. This time I wrote every single step down–is he kidding it’s over 30 steps but I did it.  Way out of my inept computer brain comfort zone.

Am still on bed rest –NO, not pregnancy. Torn ligament in my foot. Hard to be a mom and not do things.  Luckily my kids are older, 15 and 17. My son drives so that is a big help, except for when HE went to some GameStop store to put a deposit on some horrific game that is coming out…

to the lovely woman who wrote me my first comment, thanks again. I still don’t know how to work  THIS SITE -i’m brand new, but Tweeting might just put me over the edge. as you can tell, I am not comfortable with anything that came after my electric typewriter and white out. Those were the days………