We purchased a used computer for my parents. Well, Geekster purchased it, actually. It was his (very thoughtful) idea. My contribution was reminding him that there was no way in Hades I was going to bring four kids - three of them under five - to a computer store for much of anything except a winning lottery ticket. So my sweetheart took his lunch hour and took care of bidness.
My parents now have a computer that, while not top of the line, gets the job done much better than what they were using before. However, this has one interesting side-effect: my mother not only can view my blog with more ease (read: without the computer crashing) but can also post comments. Yes, much to my surprise, my mom figured out how to post a comment all on her own, including entering the 'hieroglyphics', as she calls them (the just-verifying-that-you're-human-and-not-a-spam-bot letters needed to enter a comment on my blog).
She left me a little present this morning and called proudly to tell me about it.
Now, as I mentioned in this post, my mom really loves to flex her limited Spanish knowledge. And thanks to my mention of Babelfish in the same post, she is now able to write something out and have it translated into Spanish.
This is the comment she left me:
Hola...No puedo esperar tampoco. Amo el blog....Amo la computadora.Es tan agradable. Usted es una hija maravillosa.
I went to Babelfish and translated it:
Hello... I cannot hope either. Master blog....Amo computadora.Es so pleasant. You are a wonderful daughter.
First off, my mom gave herself the name 'The Madre'. That shall be her name.
So..
Dear, The Madre,
Thank you for the comment on my blog. I'm sorry you can't seem to hope. I just wanted to let you know that there are drugs for that sort of thing. When I couldn't hope, I went on Prozac. There's a light at the end of the tunnel. Hang in there, girlfriend.
I'm glad you think my blog is the master. I have to admit I'm rather fond of it, too.
I didn't realize you had called your computer "Dora". It's cute that you've given it a name and that you find it so pleasant. And thank you for your kind words. You're a wonderful mom, too. You also have a great sense of humour and I love that!
Ciao, Amiga!
The Maven.
PS: Please bring me a half-decaf coffee with two cream. InUtero Boy was kicking me at 4am and I could use the juice. Thx.
Also, I would like to give a shout-out to The Madre's friend, The Penguin. She's now one of my blog readers and pointed out a spelling error to my mom that I have now fixed (picky, much? *shakes head*) Incidentally, I didn't give her the nickname. My mom did. Do you want to know why? Because for some reason she thinks her friend resembles this hot number:
Isn't that sweet of her? Honestly, one might wonder why The Penguin still chooses to be friends with my mom. One might assume it's because The Madre is a wonderful person with whom anyone would like to spend a lot of time with. However, the truth is much easier to come by if you're looking from the outside:
The Penguin is a mental health professional.
And, as you can see by my mother's ramblings - and the fact that I'm a product from her womb... Well, let's just say The Penguin must realize that the solar panels are facing north in the sanity department. She recognizes how dysfunctional my family is and is doing a public service by keeping us all under her watchful eye. Including reading my blog. She's keeping the world safe, one messed up family at a time.
Thank you, Penguin!
My parents now have a computer that, while not top of the line, gets the job done much better than what they were using before. However, this has one interesting side-effect: my mother not only can view my blog with more ease (read: without the computer crashing) but can also post comments. Yes, much to my surprise, my mom figured out how to post a comment all on her own, including entering the 'hieroglyphics', as she calls them (the just-verifying-that-you're-human-and-not-a-spam-bot letters needed to enter a comment on my blog).
She left me a little present this morning and called proudly to tell me about it.
Now, as I mentioned in this post, my mom really loves to flex her limited Spanish knowledge. And thanks to my mention of Babelfish in the same post, she is now able to write something out and have it translated into Spanish.
This is the comment she left me:
Hola...No puedo esperar tampoco. Amo el blog....Amo la computadora.Es tan agradable. Usted es una hija maravillosa.
I went to Babelfish and translated it:
Hello... I cannot hope either. Master blog....Amo computadora.Es so pleasant. You are a wonderful daughter.
First off, my mom gave herself the name 'The Madre'. That shall be her name.
So..
Dear, The Madre,
Thank you for the comment on my blog. I'm sorry you can't seem to hope. I just wanted to let you know that there are drugs for that sort of thing. When I couldn't hope, I went on Prozac. There's a light at the end of the tunnel. Hang in there, girlfriend.
I'm glad you think my blog is the master. I have to admit I'm rather fond of it, too.
I didn't realize you had called your computer "Dora". It's cute that you've given it a name and that you find it so pleasant. And thank you for your kind words. You're a wonderful mom, too. You also have a great sense of humour and I love that!
Ciao, Amiga!
The Maven.
PS: Please bring me a half-decaf coffee with two cream. InUtero Boy was kicking me at 4am and I could use the juice. Thx.
Also, I would like to give a shout-out to The Madre's friend, The Penguin. She's now one of my blog readers and pointed out a spelling error to my mom that I have now fixed (picky, much? *shakes head*) Incidentally, I didn't give her the nickname. My mom did. Do you want to know why? Because for some reason she thinks her friend resembles this hot number:
Isn't that sweet of her? Honestly, one might wonder why The Penguin still chooses to be friends with my mom. One might assume it's because The Madre is a wonderful person with whom anyone would like to spend a lot of time with. However, the truth is much easier to come by if you're looking from the outside:
The Penguin is a mental health professional.
And, as you can see by my mother's ramblings - and the fact that I'm a product from her womb... Well, let's just say The Penguin must realize that the solar panels are facing north in the sanity department. She recognizes how dysfunctional my family is and is doing a public service by keeping us all under her watchful eye. Including reading my blog. She's keeping the world safe, one messed up family at a time.
Thank you, Penguin!