Crazy or Senile?

I hate to start out on a negative note but I'm not sure what I am doing anymore. Sunday I went to the Verizon store with my daughter to get her a new phone. After what seemed like half a day we left. My daughter had her new blackberry (what ever that is) and a Net Book and I ended up with a Net Book. Now I'm not sure if there is a difference in a Net Book and a Lap Top like I am writing on now.

May I remind you I am sixty six years old and this is my first computer. I confuse what should get one click to make it work or two clicks. I somehow lose what I have just written or it turns blue. I have no idea what that means. I just keep on typing and hope that doesn't mean that blue part will be deleted, in which case you won't know what I am talking about.

I must say, other than the frequent messes I get myself into, I am enjoying the computer a lot. I must however, learn when to click on things and when not to click on things. I have found myself brousing through a company that popped up magically on my screen ande before I know it they are asking me how I am going to pay for my order. WHAT ORDER? After I get over having a hot flash and the sweats I run my arrow quickly to the cancel button. So far the only thing delivered to my door step is a dog bed that I knew I ordered even if I already have --- oh I couldn't tell you right now how many beds I have. All I know is they line up around the kitchen walls and several in the den and at least four in the bedroom. Now it may sound like I am running a dog kennel but I assure you the dogs are all mine. I have four by the way. It seems funny that I am so set on having a bed for each dog in each room when they all end up laying around me, beside me, on top of me, or somewhere other than in a dog bed. Well, I do think the beds look pretty anyway.

I guess you can see by now that my dogs are a big part of my life. My children are grown and on their own and my husband is in Heaven so my dogs comfort me more than the average person can see. I talk to them all day and sometimes they talk back, always the Boxer(Shiloh) and the Chihuahia (Monty). You would think I would know everything about their habits but there is one thing that stumps me. Every morning at 6am they wake me up. I get up thinking they want to go out, but do they? No, they just want me to sit down in the recliner and turn on the TV so they can climb up on me instead of one of the many beds around the room. Some day I will get them to tell me why they do that. I love them just the same.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you that I have five (5) grand-dogs too. Two are Shit-Zoos and one is a Boxer (the sister to my Boxer ), one white (I guess a mixed race) and one chocolate ( another mixed race) and I am the lucky one that gets to baby sit them too. I guess I don't really have a lot of time to kill but I think I will continue to chat on my blogg once in a while.

It's time to go next door and let three of my grand-dogs out. Must close for now but I will keep trying to learn more about the computer, that is if Wendy doesn't get fed up with the same questions all the time. Bye now.