Facebook, bah humbug!

I signed up under duress for Facebook, so our kids, their spouses, 13 grandkids and a couple of great grand kids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Facebook, even though it is more time consuming than just plain e-mail.

That was before one of my relatives started sending me gifts and other requests for friendships of people I do not know or remember and getting every message sent to my cell phone and in-box of my home computer offering me more friendships than anyone needs.

I have yet to be able to send a text message to anyone with my thumbs shaking with palsy to get the correct key to get anything correctly, putting in a phone number is impossible. I am sure they all think I do not love them enough to reply.

Too old to learn

My phone had been beeping every three minutes for a few weeks with the details of everything and all the last few moments of the entire next generation. If there is anyone my age who knows the meaning of some of the abbreviations in those texting tell me if there is a dictionary of acronyms of words I need to memorize.

Show me the cash

My brother down in Miramar has joined Facebook and with his construction business being rather slow has found a new hobby to occupy his time by mailing me gifts for a farm I must have ordered with my first subscription. I have started to ignore him and recently asked how he is making money on this site. I use my computer mostly for making a living and will not continue with Facebook if there is no cash reward for doing so. I spend many hours deleting friendship requests before I can do anything else in the way of productive work.

Necessary but annoying GPS

The PW and I bought a fancier GPS a few months ago because I started getting lost every now and then, going over 20 miles out of my way before I could get to a place I remembered. I keep that active every time I go to the grocery store in case I forget where I am going. I have completely lost my abilities of basic dead-reckoning navigation.

I mean the GPS looks pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10 minutes, she will sarcastically say, " Re-cal-cu-la-ting." You would think that she could be nicer. It is like she can barely tolerate me. She will all but let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a legal U-turn at the next light. When I would make a right turn instead, it was not good to again hear her repeat "Re-cal-cu-la-ting."

She absolutely does not tolerate me knowing a better route to take.

Decisions, decisions

The world is just getting too complex for me every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time I check out just knocks me for a loop.

Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?" I just say, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual."

Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank look.