The Text, The Whole Text, And Nothing But The Text

I am not high tech. Dude, I am so not (I also can't pull off this whole "dude" thing). How about if I say doooood.....is that better? Dudette? Your royal dudeness? Sorry! Movin' on!

I have kind of got this whole blogging thing down, well, not really since I can't do html but what do I need to do that for when I have Erica? I can tweet with the best of them....maybe mine are a bit boring, but still I'm working on it!

Facebook? Well, I haven't ventured into the world of games and sending gifts and such, but I think I have the friending and the status posting down.

Aw, but texting. There's the thing.....texting.

I can't master it. I can't! I have tried. For one thing, my nails get in the way (go here for that story). For another, I am all thumbs........lol! Sorry, couldn't resist. Sometimes I just crack myself up.

My first text was a huge failure. I tried to text my oldest to ask where he was. I texted him "wher dtut" with a cute little smilie face on it (have no idea how I managed to do that).

As I was typing it suddenly a little message popped up that said the message was sent and I was hollering into the phone "Sent? What do you mean sent? I wasn't finished yet!!!!!!"

Amazingly, the phone kept it's cool and never hollered back. I admire that in a phone.

So my son called me on the phone, laughing, and said "Were you trying to say something to me?" He was, however, very impressed with the fact that I somehow managed to send a smilie face.

Last week my son and I were sitting in the doctor's office and he handed me his iPod -iTouch whatever that thing is called - and told me that I could go onto my facebook account if I wanted. He handed it to me but I could not type my information in.

Frankly, I blame my nails. My nails are just to long. They really aren't that long but I haven't got the hang of them yet, I guess. Anyway, I tried and kept messing up. Finally, my son takes his index finger, puts it in front of the iTouch and says "Here, use my finger to do it."

I tried. I really tried. But the thought of grasping onto my son's index finger and using it to type in my account information was so funny to me that we both burst into hysterical laughter. Every time I tried to grab his finger, poised in front of the iTouch, I dissolved into tears of laughter again.

I am sure the entire office wondered what on earth we were laughing about. I am sure they wondered why I was holding onto my son's finger and laughing. I could have given my son my information to type in but I really wanted to do it myself, you know? It was a matter of pride.

My children gaze fondly at me when I attempt anything high tech. Kind of like watching a toddler trying to walk in his daddy's shoes. They're just to big for him.

So I am just so done with high techy stuff. I am over it. Just when I learned how to program the VCR then they came out with DVD players. I take that as a personal attack on my ability to keep up.

Texting, for me, is the final frontier. At least until they come out with something new. Then I will have something else to whine about.