Just call me Ginger

This is first successful posting of a picture by myself...I hope. I sit here blubbering like an idiot because it took me an hour just to move the picture to my folder. Then it took another hour to figure out how to get the da--thing out of the folder to the current location. I feel as though this cartoon was written for me when I am trying to learn about technology. I get confused to the point I get tunnel vision and can barely hear anything but my name. Occasionally I'll hear "Do you understand?' or "It is not that hard...you know how to cut and paste right?" NONONONONO!!!! I am just a stupid psychology major who changes diapers and wipes noses all day. Don't get me wrong, I love my children with all my heart. I would break a commandment in order to keep them safe. Feeling like a productive member of society, well that is another story. I have the dream that lots of housewives who occasionally watch Oprah have...my ingenius home-based business idea will make me a muti-gajillionaire. Do you have any ideas$$?

Why does technology have to be so difficult?

I feel as though I am a relatively intelligent woman. I was able to graduate from a respected university with a bachelor's degree. I've held down jobs post graduation. Maybe I just completely depleted my brain cell supply after three children. I cannot understand how to do the most elementary computer tasks. Sure, I can read religious chain letters off email with the best of 'em, but ask me to cut and paste or change my wallpaper, I turn into a teary-eyed, slack-jawed moron. My sainted brother came over yesterday to try and instruct me on the high art of attaching an image to whatever I might post. Amid the diaper changes and refereeing of my daughters' fights, an image appeared, though how it got there has already escaped my "brain" (if it can even be called that anymore). Then, if that weren't fruastrating enough, my sainted husband tried to give me a mini crash course in the same subject. He works on and with these hellish machines all day, so my guilt flowed free, along with my incompetence. Needless to say, his success rate was as dismal as my brother's...resulting in yet more tears springing to my eyes. This blog will certainly be a journey for me. Stayed tuned for more laughs at my expense!