Woohoo! Today I learned how to use Windows without a mouse. Oh, I had a mouse alright, but I reached the chapter of DOS for Dummies that told how to do it. Now if I’m ever in a predicament in which I’m rendered mouseless, I can maneuver successfully around the screen, providing I can remember how. I also vastly improved the user friendliness of this IBM. I learned how to change the prompt, so now it reads, “Yes, master?> ” Heh, Eli just “Ewwww!”ed at Jefiner picking her nose. So Jef wiped it on him. That brought quite a loud…
Heh, I’ve discovered a book here. DOS for Dummies. I started reading it, but didn’t get beyond the cartoons in the front before AOL finally was ready. The junk saga continues. Jef, Nathan, and Steph took a JJ Truck load of it to the dump, only to find that you have to make an appointment, and they aren’t open on Wednesday. That’s why I was calling JM Disposal, to see if they could come pick it up. JJ needed to pull the horsetrailer with Kimberly and Whin inside up to get bred, so we had to empty the junk out…
Michele just got off the phone with a guy who runs a natural health food store up in Monument. Nathan, Steph, and Jef went up there to pick up an order for Michele, so she was calling to tell him they were coming. Then she added, “When they come in they’ll ask for an order for me; there’s one tall man and two young ladies. Two of them are from Alabama and one from Georgia. When they ask, say, “I’m sorry, I don’t speak southern. Could you get someone to translate for me?” Michele is so evil sometimes. Don’t worry,…
The rest of the story. Max asked me as we were in the kitchen, “Jonah, I need your expert female advice on something.” Before the dubious expression on my face could break into an audible reply, Nathan lashed out, “Better ask Stephanie or Jenifer. Joanna’s the wrong person to ask about that!” I laughed because I hardly consider myself worthy of giving advice on females, not to mention “expert advice.” Max went on to say that he’d composed a poem to recite while presenting Stephanie Stone (his date for the ring dance) with a flower, which I assume is the…
I’m picking my nose and noticing the tomato sause on my shirt. I hate spilling stuff on my clothes. Somehow it always manages to be spaghetti sauce. Made pizza tonight. I crumbled up a hambuger on one of them and poured a bag of frozen broccoli, cauliflour, and carrots on the other. Eli came in and whined, “Jonah, why are you putting veggies on there? Oh, good, meat! This is my pizza, a man’s pizza.” “Eli,” I replied, “it takes a REAL man to eat veggies.” That led to a discussion about George Bush’s policies. Today was a happy day.…