Okay so the other day, I had this nice long coversation with my aunt dawn and she told me the funniest thing that I just HAD to write about.
So apparently they are getting set up on "blogging" and my uncle Shaun, (whom i adore) is really getting into it. When he works his rotation, he's constantly e-mailing my aunt dawn checking in and such. When I asked her why he doesn't do IM, she informed me that e-mail was about all that we could handle "at this point" and that IM would be another task in itself for another "day in time". I laughed at this but totally understood what she meant, because my dear, DEAR Father is exactly the same way.
You have to think back to your own version of your "Father" as I explain my Dad to you.
OKAY....
So think of the hardest working man you can possibly thing of, now add on, have to do everything and I do mean EVERYTHING, in the most difficult round-about-way.
Example:
Going Camping = Packing the red neck RV with enough food to feed an army for atleast 3 weeks in case we get stuck somewhere, the winter comes 5 months early, snows us in, and we get our regular food trampled by a herd of buffalo. The "RV" consists of a large box truck, packed with 2 four wheelers, 2 HUGE mattresses and enough acccesories to last a large family for 2 weeks straight.
Now picture this, my Dad "trying to use a computer".
This consists of, my Dad trying to use "GOOGLE" to enter in web addresses (he doesn't know what these are either), but he's trying to enter them where ever there are "open boxes" on any web page available. Then when he gets stuck, he inevitably loses whatever "page" he is working on by minimizing it and it has dissapeared from view down to the toolbar below. He then proceeds to freak out and "WHERE did that little box go!!?!"
Mind you my mother is standing in the corner, doing dishes, ignoring the cry for help as she rolls her eyes mercilessly. (ha ha) I try to help him, but it never fails, everytime I come over and show him something on the computer I have to show him the same thing again the next time I come over and it's quite tiring to say the least.
So for most of the time, I simply ask him to let me do it or I try not to be in the living room when he is trying to navigate the computer.
Back to Uncle Shaun....so when I was talking to Aunt Dawn the other day I started laughing histerically when she told me that Shaun had written her and with a frustrated tone to his "e-mail" said,
"CAN'T YOU SEE ME!!! ANSWER ME!!"
Ha ha!! Okay, so back to IM, I have to show my uncle how to IM, so his wife can "see him".
Ta ta for now!!!
So apparently they are getting set up on "blogging" and my uncle Shaun, (whom i adore) is really getting into it. When he works his rotation, he's constantly e-mailing my aunt dawn checking in and such. When I asked her why he doesn't do IM, she informed me that e-mail was about all that we could handle "at this point" and that IM would be another task in itself for another "day in time". I laughed at this but totally understood what she meant, because my dear, DEAR Father is exactly the same way.
You have to think back to your own version of your "Father" as I explain my Dad to you.
OKAY....
So think of the hardest working man you can possibly thing of, now add on, have to do everything and I do mean EVERYTHING, in the most difficult round-about-way.
Example:
Going Camping = Packing the red neck RV with enough food to feed an army for atleast 3 weeks in case we get stuck somewhere, the winter comes 5 months early, snows us in, and we get our regular food trampled by a herd of buffalo. The "RV" consists of a large box truck, packed with 2 four wheelers, 2 HUGE mattresses and enough acccesories to last a large family for 2 weeks straight.
Now picture this, my Dad "trying to use a computer".
This consists of, my Dad trying to use "GOOGLE" to enter in web addresses (he doesn't know what these are either), but he's trying to enter them where ever there are "open boxes" on any web page available. Then when he gets stuck, he inevitably loses whatever "page" he is working on by minimizing it and it has dissapeared from view down to the toolbar below. He then proceeds to freak out and "WHERE did that little box go!!?!"
Mind you my mother is standing in the corner, doing dishes, ignoring the cry for help as she rolls her eyes mercilessly. (ha ha) I try to help him, but it never fails, everytime I come over and show him something on the computer I have to show him the same thing again the next time I come over and it's quite tiring to say the least.
So for most of the time, I simply ask him to let me do it or I try not to be in the living room when he is trying to navigate the computer.
Back to Uncle Shaun....so when I was talking to Aunt Dawn the other day I started laughing histerically when she told me that Shaun had written her and with a frustrated tone to his "e-mail" said,
"CAN'T YOU SEE ME!!! ANSWER ME!!"
Ha ha!! Okay, so back to IM, I have to show my uncle how to IM, so his wife can "see him".
Ta ta for now!!!
3 comments:
Jack-o that was beautifully done my girl,the tears are streaming, the stomach cramping, and I think I actually got muscle spasms in the jaws from laughing
even dad is laughing. he's not sure why, though.
check your email, I got another story for ya.
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