I'm still a PC person over Macs, but I suspect that's because all the Macs I've ever used have been workplace iMacs that froze up or lost their connection to the server twice a day, and I'm told that Apple computers are much nicer if they are treated with love and respect.

Generally, many PC techs that hate to deal with Macs will not service them properly, nor will they keep the OS or programs updated with tweaks and patches. I have found that the amount of minor tweaking to keep Macs running properly pays off with longevity. And like all computers, extra RAM makes a heck of a difference. That's another thing that anti-Mac PC techs tend to neglect.

If I were to behave towards Windows machines the way some (note emphasis) PC techs do, I would be fired quickly when employed as a tech. But they are "just Macs" to these guys.

I may grumble, but I do my job and learn about and maintain the computers I support. It's how I survive.

Recent not-even-getting-interviewed period notwithstanding.

Banana who?

Oh, Deena! Sounds like quite a morning. Oh, I got that package shipped this morning. It should be there early next week.

Whee! for packages!

I've cleaned a little bit of my kitchen and a little bit of my dining room. This does not bode well for the overall accomplishment I meant to make today. I better get back to it.

Sorry for not being more entertaining. To make amends, however, I do have a quick Kara story.

I often say, "Better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick" when talking about things one would prefer to be better than they are. Just yesterday Kara came up with her own version, which, judging by how often she says it to me, she likes much better. To wit: "I'ma poke you in the eye with a sharp stick!"

I wanna hear the rest of the joke, but I think Cindy went away.

sad now

banana

banana

Ooh, I know this one!

Popping in from the land of lurkage and sinus infections to wish Maria, Kristin, and -t (a little late, I guess) the happiest of birthdays.

And to send good tummy~ma to Owen. Babies with stomach bugs are both heart-squeezingly pathetic and horribly messy.

Someone please tell my sinuses to straighten up and fly right.

Bobby was nicknamed "back at ya Mom" as a kid.

When I was a baby, I had Pyloric Stenosis, basically a condition where the outlet from the stomach to the intestines doesn't want to open properly.

My sister got by with medications, but I had to go under the knife.

I often wonder if the trauma of the condition is at least a touch responsible for my lifelong battle with obesity.

Banana who?

I can not entertain. DH wants me to help clean up in the kitchen. but since he made breakfast - thats ok.

so far we have picked up, dusted,cleaned the wood floors, had breakfast , shifted some furniture. finished dishes , clean bathroom, shower and get dressed for work are next for me

Y'all suck at knock knock jokes.

Knock knock
Who's there?
Banana
Banana who?
Banana
Banana who?
Banana
Banana who?
Orange.
Orange who?
Orange you glad I didn't say banana?

Knock knock.
Who's there?
Impatient cow.
Impatient--
MOO!

Knock knock.
Who's there?
Old lady.
Old lady who?
I didn't know you could yodel.

Knock knock.
Who's there?
Boo.
Boo who?
Don't cry. It's just a knock knock joke.

Knock knock.
Who's there?
Woo.
Woo who?
Don't get so excited. It's just a knock knock joke.

Knock knock.
Who's there?
Cow go.
Cow go who?
No. Owl go who. Cow go moo.