So, this is what it's like
So this is what it's like living with a teenager.
Our Internet connection has been really spotty. My husband, who is a computer geek by profession and therefore has more computer problems than anyone else on the planet, diagnosed a faulty router. He bought a new one and installed it and now we have a REALLY faulty Internet connection.
Because he has hours and hours of time to devote to figuring this out.
My cousin, who is an avid computer user (like most 19-year-olds), is visiting from Germany and it's just the perfect time for him not to have an Internet connection --um, NOT. He's so desperate for entertainment, we just went to the BOOK STORE at his request. Wow, I guess travel really IS broadening.
But back to my original point, and I did have one, for some reason, the only way I know that the connection on my laptop is working is when it says, "Not Connected." If it's REALLY not connected, it says, "Automatic." Naturally, it only stays not-connected-connected for about five minutes at a time and then it's right back to that automatic connection. Dang it.
I don't know why but this made me think about how happy I am to see the teen years looming.
Sigh.
Our Internet connection has been really spotty. My husband, who is a computer geek by profession and therefore has more computer problems than anyone else on the planet, diagnosed a faulty router. He bought a new one and installed it and now we have a REALLY faulty Internet connection.
Because he has hours and hours of time to devote to figuring this out.
My cousin, who is an avid computer user (like most 19-year-olds), is visiting from Germany and it's just the perfect time for him not to have an Internet connection --um, NOT. He's so desperate for entertainment, we just went to the BOOK STORE at his request. Wow, I guess travel really IS broadening.
But back to my original point, and I did have one, for some reason, the only way I know that the connection on my laptop is working is when it says, "Not Connected." If it's REALLY not connected, it says, "Automatic." Naturally, it only stays not-connected-connected for about five minutes at a time and then it's right back to that automatic connection. Dang it.
I don't know why but this made me think about how happy I am to see the teen years looming.
Sigh.
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The only teenager I'm dealing with right now is sitting my youngest over the summer vacay and he doesn't give her turns at the computer. My sluething skills reveals she does the same thing I did when I was bored as a teen. She doodles "I (heart) Cute Boy" all over her notebook. Now Elyas draws "I (heart) Cute Babysitter" notes while she is away. Oh what a tangled web we weave.
Oh yeah, forgot again, your blog. Bad Ei!
It's possible.
Ack! I just spit all over my keyboard laughing.
No really.
It's possible.