This Weird Girl

Well, folks. When I have nightmares about my child being lost, or someone is dying, I’m always trying to use a rotary phone to dial emergency services. I was born in the 1970’s. Does anyone else remember trying to dial a number on a rotary phone only to get the last digit wrong? We have to hang up and start all over again. Exactly how my nightmares go.

I’m trying to get started with this blog. Once upon a time someone told me I should enroll in Probability & Statistics 101 in college, “Because it’s so easy!” Rrrrrrrrright. Just like someone told me WordPress is so easy.

The problem with me is I’m used to working with things that actually exist- that I can hold in my hand and manipulate. Let’s just say I didn’t grow too well with computers. (but I did pass Probability & Statistics, with lots of tutoring). I’m also insanely busy. And when I’m not busy, I’m freakin’ tired. And when I’m not busy nor tired, I have Duolingo and Toon Blast streaks to maintain. Ya’ know? Priorities! Ammiright? *sigh*

And just like a rotary phone, “Patience you must have, my young Padawan.”