I look down the street and see a bus coming. It pulls up a few moments later and stops. The door opens and everyone gets on except me. I’m left waiting for my bus…the short bus. Not only do I ‘own’ that, I have a pass and an assigned seat.
I am techno challenged without a doubt; and at my age I know I move at a slower pace. It is a fact that you can teach old dogs new tricks, but please take into account that it sometimes takes longer.
When I set up house here my digs were dreadful. Imagine Linda Blair and split pea soup strewn everywhere. I have since been exorcised by Badass Geek with a make over. Before that transformation I’m surprised I didn’t have Stacy Blogdon of ‘What Not to Share’ showing up on my laptop with the webcam rolling. Had she shown up with a $5,000 credit card with my name on it I may have tried harder, but since she hasn’t I’m still
I took my first step with a make over about a month ago. Now I’ve taken a second with the revelation of Google Reader. Oh, Lordy, why was I in the dark about this miracle? I had been referring to my blogroll to keep up on everyone I read when I could have, should have, would have just had all your new posts gloriously put in my face.
Yes, I still ride the short bus, but I’m hoping some day in the near future my pass will be revoked.
P.S. Since I started using Google Reader I have not updated my friend list even though I am reading new blogs. If I don’t have you listed please help me out by:
a. Opening another bottle of beer.
b. Holding my hair out of my face.
c. Commenting or sending me an email to Lfabsits at Yahoo dot com.
P.S.S. I hated high school and I’m not fond of being the only one at my bus stop, just sayin’.