Well, here I am

Like a lot of old moms, I am learning about all this internet technology from my kids. I watched them conquer this frontier quickly and completely while I was still trying to figure out how to type a letter, edit it and print it. They patiently taught me how to "cut and paste", "insert clip art", use "spell-check" and on and on. I would be typing away and have to call my ten-year-old in to help me figure out where that whole paragraph went or show me how to save stuff only to holler for a child again later to help me find the thing I saved! The only thing I could impress them with was my fast typing ability: hard-earned in a jr. high typing class on an ancient and very LOUD typewriter. Thank you Mrs. Woodward in the cat-eye glasses and bouffant hair-do for all the patient typing instruction and the time tests that earned me the respect of my children decades later. Of course I had to stop myself from pppounding on the kkkkkkeyboard as if it were an ancient typewriter but I figured it out eventually.

So here I am! I'm blogging! (What does that mean exactly anyway?) As usual, my kids are way ahead of me on this. My daughters have had blogs for awhile and told me how to get started. It looked kind of fun and I really enjoy that little window into their world. I figure this will give me another forum for my motherly advice (ie: nagging) and embarassing stories and pictures to entertain and amuse my children.

Next thing you know I'll be texting -just as soon as my nine-year-old shows me how.