Not So Clued In

Generation X is not mine, nor for that matter am I generation Y. I am going with E-Mail Junkyard and calling myself a Kool Kid (http://www.chainletters.net/?item=208).

I remember we had a Tandy when I was very young and the floppies were, well, floppy. Eventually we got a newer computer in my tweens. It was black screen with yellow text and the commands were on slips of paper above the function keys. I can’t forget our dot matrix printer. I was kind of a cool kid in school because my English assignments were typed.

Remember when you had the option to hand write or type?

I bought my first computer 2 years ago, a pretty MacBook. There are a few iPods (4) in my collection also. Admittedly, I let my husband fool with the big iPods; I only know how to load the shuffles.

Two years ago, at the behest of a long lost friend I created a Myspace page (it’s pretty cool), and now I have my own blog. I rock!

The other day I was showing the Myspace page to my husband and he began to look at my friends. There are four. One of them is a boy named Tom. When I began to explain to my husband that I had no idea who this person was he started to laugh. Big laughing. I went on to add that I did not give this boy permission to be my friend. Why was DH laughing at me?

Do you know?

Yeah, I do now.