Tech Rock N' Roll Christmas
Ya know, I just don't know what happens to me right before Christmas, but I temporarily lose all sense of logic and sanity. (Even compared to my questionable year round baseline.) Why you ask? Because I actually bought my kids their dream presents for Christmas--electric guitars. I even got an electric drumset for the collective Family Von Trapp/Medhus. Now, I have to rush t the nearest otolaryngologist to get ear protectors permanently implanted in my ears lest I become deaf as a post within weeks. Add that to the fact that all four of the five kids who know are self-proclaimed guitar "experts" are starting off with Jimi Hendrix guitar licks and, well, I'm moving away and leaving no forwarding address. Maybe I should deglorify Hendrix in their minds by letting them in on that little known fact that the guy drowned on his own vomit during a heroin overdose. Oh well, he did reign supreme with the guitar. Second mistake, I got two of my kids PDA's. Will they use it to become better organized and become diehard obsessive compulsive list makers like me? No. Of course not. They're using it to wrap themselves in little cocoons from which they may never emerge to be a part of the family again, playing mind melting games and downloading third party software that causes fatal exception errors on their PDAs. Oh wel. Live and learn. I'll remember these lessons until Thanksgiving 2004. Then, amnesia will hit. Next blog--the multitasking Mama.