Love, Your Techno-Tard Fiance

Confession, Technology has passed me by, (yes, In my ripe old age of 22) I can't seem to keep up. If you think I'm joking, I just somehow managed to sign up for a $9.99 monthly texting service trying to sign into my blog. (I did figure out how to cancel it.) 

I don't know how it has taken me so long to realize how behind the times I am, but it's time to catch up! I don't have a single class that doesn't involve some sort of online website I struggle to navigate, and God forbid they have two or more! I nearly had a panic attack when signing into a class blog and seeing the daunting list of links and e-books before me. 

Perhaps my ridiculously competitive nature, that comes with a healthy dose of "I can figure it out on my own", has brought me to this point... No, I'll go ahead and blame two others, A: Steve Jobs, Yes you, Mr. Apple. I owe a big thank you, and F you to the beautiful, wonderful world of apple products. THEY MAKE IT SO EASY! Everything ends up exactly where it should be and I rarely have a question on how to do anything. "They tricks us, the master." (Excuse the nerdy Lord of the Rings reference.)

Anyway, apple fooled me into believing that I could so masterfully navigate the interwebs, cellphones, and computer applications. And here I am, stumped on unzipping a file. I will be asking The Google how to do it later, or calling Matt. Which leads me to scapegoat number two. Matthew Garrett. The loving fiance who does it all for me. He walks me through the most simple procedures, giving me false hope that I can indeed do it on my own. He should have told me long ago how technologically challenged I am. Instead, he waited until Saturday...

Matty was patiently waiting for me to get ready while he sat in his room surfing the web, probably on one of the many public news sites I constantly mock him for reading, when I walked in to show him yet another wedding blog with cut tree stumps I had to have, and he would have to make. (I'm not sure if it was the tree stumps, but it was some kooky detail I must have, that he really doesn't give a shit about.) I saw the look of panic in his eye as I sat down and grabbed the mouse and keyboard. He finally snapped. "I nearly stop breathing every time you type in "WWW."!" I was completely confused... he then explained to me that you no longer need to type in "WWW."when you are going to a website, nor have you for the past five years. 

"Really?" I asked enthusiastically. "Yes, the computer actually knows you are on the Internet, it knows that you are searching for something on the World Wide Web, you don't have to type that in anymore!"

"That will save so much time!" His reply was an eye-roll and some smirk, hes grown used to my naivety by now. 

So, New Years Resolution #435.... Catch up! 

And sorry for the endless phone calls, text messages, and "hey tells" that are coming your way on this quest my love, but one day, when I've mastered it all, they will stop! ....and then there will be an update.