I don’t think CD players like me.

Maybe I’m jinxed or something – but this is getting kind of crazy.

I like to have a CD player in the kitchen so I can listen to music while I work. Sounds simple – right? Ha!

Things started to go wrong when we were still living in the hovel. I had left my windows open one Sunday when we went to church and a freak rain storm blew in.

Of course my CD player was sitting right under the open window.  It was history.

My wonderful sister Sandy got me a new one for Christmas and I greatly enjoyed having music to work by – for a while – until one of the kids ran through the kitchen really fast and knocked it down.  It, too, was history.

Things didn’t get any better in the new house. My sweet husband got me a wonderful new one. It was all silver with a sleek modern design – really nice! It worked pretty well, too.

Well – at least most of the time.

But then one day I went to switch on the radio and it wasn’t there. The whole player had simply vanished. I found it later in one of the kid’s rooms. Their CD player had broken and they just couldn’t go to sleep without listening to Adventures in Odyssey or Jonathon Parks – so they borrowed mine. Long term.

My dear husband felt sorry for me  and offered to share one of the CD players he had in the shop. I don’t even want to know how many layers of dust he had to remove to make it presentable!  I took one look at that behemoth and said, “We’ve got us a Boom Box!”

This thing is old it still has a cassette player. Remember cassettes? They’re those square plastic things that you have to rewind to listen to. Oh yeah – it’s old.

It’s also a monster. The speakers alone as a big as dinner plates!

I smiled.  This thing wasn’t just gonna play music – no – it was going to blast music!

There was just one problem. It didn’t like me.

Jan put a CD in and it played beautifully. A few nights later I put a CD in and that monstrosity wouldn’t even turn on. So I asked Dagmar to fix it for me. She simple walks in the room and the silly thing lights up.

She laughing says, “Wow, all I have to do is walk in the room and it works!”

I laughed too. But it wasn’t really funny.

I push the buttons to start the first song – nothing.

Jan walks in the room – pushes the same button and the room is full of music.

He walks out of the room and it stops.

Seriously people. It stopped. I am not kidding.

It doesn’t like me. It seems the only way I can listen to music is if Dagmar or Jan are standing in the room beside it!

This just isn’t fair.

So – if any of my dear and wonderful children are actually reading Mommy’s blog post – please know that all I really want for Christmas is a new CD player for my kitchen. With a radio. And  a clock.  Maybe an under counter model. And if it could remind me to water the plants or put sugar on the grocery list that would be even better! 🙂

Okay – who am I kidding.   With my luck the whole thing will explode – or not pick up any radio stations unless you stand in a certain way with one foot touching the south window and the other one over your head.

Maybe all I really want is my fancy silver CD player back. At least it played music on Tuesdays, Thursdays and every other Sunday.

I’m jinxed – I tell you. Jinxed.

(Did I ever tell you about the set of three cordless phones I got for Christmas that got zapped in a freak  lightening storm? It was about 2 AM…)

Teachin’ This Ole Dog a New Trick

I sent my very first text message yesterday.

And I’m very proud of it – thank you. 🙂

It only took me 20 minutes to send my husband a text saying that I loved him. Twenty minutes.

Had we been talking on the phone or in person that would have been time enough for an in depth conversation!

But I least now I feel like a cool kid – kinda – in a very slow kind of way.

I am amazed when I watch my kids text – their fingers just fly over the tiny keyboard. How do they do that?

Then my son told me about some shortcuts – like using u for you and r for are.

Which makes sense – I guess. But I still have trouble  writing in shorthand with no punctuation and I have an ingrained need to spell things correctly. Thank you Mrs. Delnay.

Did you know there’s a whole new language to learn? There are literally thousands of shortcuts and abbreviations to remember. LOL means lots of laughs and TTYL means talk to you later.

BWTM! (But wait there’s more!)

Then there’s the variations on the abbreviations:  ROFL means rolling on the floor laughing. ROFLOL means rolling on the floor laughing out loud.  ROFLTIC means rolling on the floor laughing till I cry.  Which in my case may lead to ROFLOLAPMP – rolling on the floor laughing  out loud and peeing my pants.

Is this like conjagating verbs?

I wonder if there’s a pocket dictionary?

RWHFY – are we having fun yet?

Oh my! And when I was growing up we thought Pig Latin was fun! Oday ouyay ememberay?

I wonder if I will ever master this?

But then so does my husband. When he left this morning he needed some information but was in a hurry – so he said “you can just text me”. We both BOL – burst out laughing.  (BTW – by the way –  I made that one up!)

This sure isn’t as E123 (easy as one to three) but I might just get it – YKWIM (you know what I mean?)

I guess sometimes you can teach an old dog new tricks.

As Winnie the Pooh says, “TTFN” (Ta Ta For Now!)

Photo courtesy of Alton.