Sunday, February 11, 2007

i hate the freaking computer


when I was in school and learned to type on the old typewriter, with mrs Bedke. everyone wanted the new electric typwriters. Not me, cause i would touch a key and it would put nine to ten leters before i knew what was going on. the old typwriter was so hard on my hands ,cause you had to pushreally hard really fast and they would cramp up and my whole arms would ache. I could put the carriage where i wanted the letters and they would be there. Now this stupid commputer has so many damn keys that they do ten million things I don't know what to do. Maybe its not the stupid commputer as much asit is the stupid old man. I'm starting the family history class, and I have to write my family history. wouldn't it be ? to have my family history written down, "praise Jesus.'"
This past wed. we had to meet with Dr. Jeffries at 3;45 . we were all there but
Randy, The Dr. came in late and know one new what was going on. After a while the Dr. left and then things got really ugly, Finnaly I had to get to scouts so I left. Its amazing to me how grown people can act so immuture. Like Dwight said, "We all have the same dad, but we look at him nine different ways,"

1 comment:

deidra zoe said...

Dad! Thanks for posting. You make me laugh. Your stories are as random when you type them as when you tell them. I really liked the typewriter picture. Good work!

You lost me at the ? "praise Jesus" stuff...

Please don't ever get old and die. Chris says he doesn't want to be around when you and Mom do die, because he thinks it could get ugly. And there are only four of us.