It’s My Pokemon Goversary

One year ago, TW and I both broke down and installed the game, even though we swore for four days of hype that we wouldn’t. We sat on the deck, in the swing, and we caught our Squirtles and the rest is history.

It’s been fun. Really.

We’ve gone to so many parks and places in Florida that we (probably) would never have gone if we weren’t trying to catch ’em all. I can’t even count how many parks we’ve walked, certainly more than we walked in the years when we lived in Gainesville before. Definitely more than we visited in the entire eight years we were in Chicagoland.

I’ve caught Pokemon in eight states.

I’ve caught all of Gen 1 and Gen 2 (except the non-US regionals, the legendaries, AND that damn Unown.) I don’t have any shinies (wah!) I don’t have the Ash Hat Pichu (yet! There’s hope, I just got another 2K egg!)

I’ve caught 12,269 Pokemon.
I’ve “walked” 2,132.2 KM.
I’ve (only) hatched 807 eggs (it felt like more.)
I’ve spun 9,041 Pokestops.
I’m at Level 34 (105K XP away from 35… a week, if I’m lucky.)

I was never a big fan of gyms, so I’ve only won 362 battles and trained 201 times (in the original gym system.) I like the new system a lot more and have 80 hours defending gyms (with two Mon in gyms right now… I sure wish my Snorlax would come home though — he’s been in that damn gym for 3 days!) and won 8 raids. (We really need more local players to raid with us, darn it.)

A year of Pokemon Go. Hard to believe I still play, I’m still obsessed, really. MUST catch THEM all. Where are the damn Unowns, anyway????

Pokemon Go: Gen 2 Is Coming!

Yes, I’m still playing Pokemon Go. Yes, I like playing Pokemon Go. YES, I’m very excited about the addition of Gen 2 Mon to the game.

I finally reached the point this week where I was at the mercy of the egg … and some extended walking of some Mon to eventually get enough candies for evolution. Being at the mercy of the egg is not a fun situation to be in. When the only Pokemon you need are those that come in 2K or 10K eggs… well, your odds are slim. And that’s disheartening.

So yippee, Gen 2!!

I also thought it might be interesting to me, later, to know where I was in the game when the Gen 2 Monsters arrived. So here are some of my stats.

I’m a little more than halfway through Level 31.
I’ve caught a total of 6,157 PM.
I’ve walked 1,111.7 KM.
I’ve hatched 375 eggs.
Evolutions, 1262.
I have 12 gold medals, 11 silver medals, 4 bronze medals. (And one not to medal level, yet. Total medals available to me right now are: 28.)

Missing from my Dex in Gen 1 are:
– Hitmonchan
– Dragonite (I need 63 darn candies)
– The regional Pokemon (sigh)

Missing from the launch of the babies at the end of 2016 are:
– Magby
– Cleffa
– I’m 5 candies away from evolving the Togepi.

So that’s where I am right now. I cannot wait to catch all of Gen 2. (Not to mention the last two from Gen 1… that darn Hitmonchan, man. Sheesh.)

That 70’s House: Hurricane Prep

Hurricanes are stupid. All of my birthday weekend plans have been shot to hell because of this stupid storm. WHATEVER. Happy birthday to ME and all that stuff. Poop.

Then there’s all of the rush, rush, rush to get things from the yard brought into the house or secured in some way that might hopefully prevent them from becoming projectiles that break your sliders or injure your car or knock down the stupid crepe myrtles or something.

Whatever. I took care of moving all of the things and tying down all of the other things and it’s done. Except for Mr C’s American flag that I CANNOT GET OUT OF THE HOLDER NO MATTER HOW HARD I PULL ON IT. That flag will be the death of me. Take note. In case people ask later.

We went to the dump, thank GOD it was still open. (And, I should thank the hurricane because it forced me to deal with the outdoor trash can that is full of last month’s party trash and has been growing maggots and flies for weeks. ewww.)

We went to the Post Office and finally mailed packages to Michelle, my nephews, and Sassymonkey. I chatted with the postal clerk and an old dude who came in just to tell the postal folks that he wouldn’t be in tomorrow to pick up his mail. Lol. LOL. lol. Don’t worry, though. He has his tins of sardines and crackers and bread and some tins of cat food for the kitty. He might decide to just drive north for a bit, since he has so many trees in his yard and even around his part of the lake. But he might not because he might not be able to convince the cat to come out from under the bed. Whatever. He’ll be fine. He just won’t be coming for his mail. LOL. LOL. LOL.

We went to the Ace hardware and good god it was busy. All the people buying all the candles and the flashlights and I don’t even know what else. (We got a new battery for the car’s fob, more dog food, and some bungee cords to further tie down the frame to the swing.)

We drove around for some Pokeballs (and we added our mons to TWO gyms. TWO. That never happens in this little town full of #teammystic and #teamvalor trainers.) It would be bad to run out of balls in the middle of the storm, right?

We went to the Hitchcock’s for bread and butter. They didn’t have any Kerrygold and we got the last loaf of whole wheat bread, the last bag of sub rolls, and the last bag of bagels. We also grabbed some more cream cheese because BAGELS. There were many, many people there — buying I don’t even know what since the shelves were bare. Water. Diapers. Sausage. Yea, I don’t know about the sausages, either. Maybe for a grill, if they lose power? I dunno. Country folk, man.

And the TRAFFIC! The main road, 100, looks like Archer Rd traffic or University (in Gainesville) on game day or Waukegan Rd (in Chicagoland) – except with more pick ups and RVs and less horn honking. I suspect much of the traffic is folks moving inland from St Augustine and Palatka and such.

We have TW’s mom’s special hurricane kit, which she received from the senior center for last month’s dud hurricane — full of snacky stuff we can eat if we get really, really desperate. (I can’t imagine being that desperate.)

We have plenty of water and will fill the tubs and the dog bowls and the prairie dog bottles and various pitchers and bottles we have laying around.

We have some cash and an almost full tank of gas.

All of the things are charging that need to be charging, including the hotspot and the iPhone battery back ups.

I think we probably have batteries for the lanterns. Well at least for one of them. Probably.

TW is worried that she doesn’t have enough library books. (She does.)

The dogs are worried that all of the outside things are inside and the rain isn’t stopping like it normally does.

Neighbor Frank (and his wife) were planning to come home this weekend. Now they aren’t. Smart call, though we’ll be happy to have them home again.

Hurricanes are absolutely, totally, and completely STUPID. I’m going to take a nap.

That 70’s House: The Dump

In February, when were at That 70s House for HOURS during the home inspection, we chatted a little with neighbor Frank and he spoke enthusiastically about “The Dump.” It’s so close! Just a mile up the road!

TW and I smiled and nodded and later we said things like, “Country folk are so adorable!” and “The Dump! How cute that neighbor Frank told us all about “The Dump!”

Flash forward a month and we chatted with the original owners who were over at neighbor Frank’s, killing time before the big signing. Mr. C went on and on about “The Dump.” He said things like, “It’s so convenient and it’s free.” and “It would cost me more to pay someone to haul the trash away than it does for me to just take it to the dump every few days.”

TW and I smiled and nodded and later we said things like, “I love country folk who love their dump!” and “LOL at Mr C being all thrifty and stuff.”

A couple of days later, I happily filled out the form to start curbside trash pick up via the form on the website that clearly said they handle residential trash in Bradford AND Clay counties. And, nothing happened. They didn’t reply to my form request. They didn’t call me.

We went back to Chicagoland to get things ready to move and one of the first things I did was to call the trash company to set up home pick up. The nice woman asked for my address and looked it up and said, “Oh, it looks like your pick up will be free!”

And I laughed, remembering Mr. C and his “it would cost me more to pay someone to haul it away…” comment. I was all patting myself on the back and giggling a few hours later when the nice woman from the trash company called me back and said, “Oh, I’m so sorry. You’re just over the county line in Bradford County and we can’t provide you with free service.”

I laughed again and said, “that’s ok — how much will it cost for the service?” and she said, “oh, I wasn’t clear — we can’t service your area at all.”

Hahahahahahahahahahaha. At that point, I was still laughing but laughing at MYSELF and at TW and our amusement with the old country folk who love their dump so much that they can talk about it for minutes and minutes. Hahahaha.

Once we moved in, neighbor Frank mentioned THE DUMP and the woman who manages the dump. He suggested he might go along with us to the dump the first time we visited because the woman who manages it can be a little… persnickety. Having someone vouch for us would probably make things easier. TW and I smiled nervously at each other. Hoo boy. What had we gotten ourselves into?

A couple of days later, we had so much trash… I couldn’t put it off any more so I loaded everything into my car and headed down to THE DUMP, (without neighbor Frank.) I introduced myself to the woman who runs the dump. I showed her my proof of residency. She put a little white dot sticker on our windshield and then told us her life story. (OK not her life story but some personal stuff about her health.) And that was that. It was pretty painless.

Except, every time I load the trash into my car, I feel queasy over just how much trash we use. What’s worse is we can only recycle paper, cardboard and aluminum cans. NO GLASS. NO PLASTIC. It’s… upsetting.

And, that’s why I ended up paying to repair the stupid beeping microwave instead of buying a new one. Every time I toss something into those dumpsters, I cringe. EVERY darn time. MUST CUT BACK ON WASTE. MUST.


Welcome to country living… I love THE DUMP! (sort of)

That 70s House: All the *#*$()#*@)$(!*! Beeping

Backstory: I hate appliances that make noise. I don’t even really like the beeping my car makes when I unlock the doors with the fob. And I very much dislike the beeping it makes when I’m backing up. Beeping is stupid. I particularly hate appliances that don’t let you MUTE the noise they make. When we replaced our microwave a few years ago our only criteria was that we be able to mute the damn sound. When TW’s mom replaced our almost dead toaster oven and bought one that BEEPS non-stop (and cannot be muted) TW suggested we trash it before we moved and purchased a proper toaster oven that does not make noise. Being thrifty and a little stressed over home buying/moving costs, I said no. So we still have that damn horrendously loud toaster oven (more on that later…)

So… we bought a house, you might have heard about that. And after all of the papers were signed and the keys were handed over to us, we happily drove directly to our new home with lots of ideas about how we might spend our first few moments in OUR new 70s HOUSE. I unlocked the door and went directly to the alarm system where I dutifully typed in the code that was provided to us by the previous owner, Mr. C…. and the damn alarm started blaring.

What? I know I typed it correctly. I typed it again. TW typed it. We pressed all the buttons and still the BLARING. OMG, the blaring. I had no phone battery so TW stepped outside to call our fabulous real estate agent and ask for help. She didn’t have the code. She called the seller’s agent and they said they didn’t have the code, (this makes no sense. You’re telling me less than 15 minutes after closing they had thrown away the seller’s entire packet which obviously included the code? Whatever.) They said they’d try to reach the previous owner and TW and I frantically pressed buttons while the alarm BLARED NON-STOP.

I had almost reached the point where I was willing to take a hammer to the thing to shut it up when it stopped. And, ten seconds later Mr. C comes ambling through the yard … he’d been at neighbor Frank’s house the whole time and had just gotten a call from the real estate agent about the issue.

Mr. C shuffles over to the alarm system and types the code into the system and umm, that wasn’t the code he had given us. LOL. He sheepishly said, “oh, I’m sorry.” and then meandered back to neighbor Frank’s house while TW and I stood there and stared at each other, waiting for the ringing in our ears to stop.

The first 30 minutes in our new house did not go as expected. And, that was just the beginning. It turns out we bought a very loud beepy house. WTF, right?

Later that same day, I used the microwave for the first time only to discover that it beeps like a SOB and there’s no way to mute the damn thing. Whatever. It’s old. Microwaves are cheap. We’ll replace it later. (Though when it broke in May, I chose to repair rather than replace but more on that in another post.) So, yea. MORE damn beeping.

Let’s move forward a month, we’re actually moved into the house and one of the first things we did was buy a new washer and dryer. I researched for a full month before purchase and ended up buying the brand, if not the exact model I’d originally intended to buy. I knew it made noise but also knew I could turn it off. But I didn’t realize the damn thing SINGS. It sounds like a high class ice cream truck. Weird… but I can turn it off, though I haven’t because it’s out in the Florida room and the brick walls block most of the noise. So far, it’s not annoying.

What was annoying was hearing a weird beeping noise when I was in the bedroom, some time in June, and not knowing what in the hell it was. Maybe it was a truck outside, backing up? It sort of sounded like that but not really. It also sounded like it was in the house or really close to the house but there was no truck outside. I investigated and never did figure out what it was. Maybe the old AC making a weird noise, as old ACs do? Whatever, the noise stopped. Until it did it again a few days later. TW and I investigated together and finally realized it was coming from… the MFing refrigerator!

Sure enough, the refrigerator was warning us that it was too warm. Why was it too warm? Was it broken? It didn’t SEEM broken? After much research, I decided it was because I’d put food that was hot in there after I cleaned up the kitchen after dinner. Sheesh. MORE freaking beeping appliances. What the ever loving fresh hell?

I figured that was it, nothing else could beep. Right? Wrong.

The dishwasher went haywire and started beeping like crazy. I couldn’t make it stop. Well I could, finally, after opening and closing and pushing all the buttons finally noticing a CLEAR/RESET button and that made it stop. I have no idea why the dishwasher went crazysauce. It seemed fine. I ran it again and it was fine. Until it did it again a couple of weeks later. Same thing. No idea why it did it. The dishes were clean. It continues to wash just fine and it hasn’t beeped since then. (Though I’m sure it will beep again one of these days because of course it will.)

To top it all off, the damn toaster oven that we hate because the MFing thing beeps for five minutes after you use it, has started setting off the SMOKE DETECTOR. I keep cleaning the toaster and for a day or so, it’s fine, and then it’s back to setting off the smoke detector again. I’ve given up and just resigned myself to the fact that it’s going to beep and the smoke detector is going to blare every time someone uses the damn thing.

All the freaking beeping.

KonMari Update: Finished. Sort of. Not Really.

I meant to write this update before 2015 ended but I procrastinated badly that last week of December and am just now catching up with everything. What I didn’t procrastinate with was Kondoing the things.

When I last updated you, we had these things left:

– Knick Knacks
– Art (you know, that stuff some people hang on walls but we generally just store in closets. sigh)
– Seasonal decor
– Sentimental things

We also had some things that we needed the children to go through and planned to have them help us out with that during the holidays: the nutcracker collection, the videos and the board games.

Where are we now? Done. Sort of.

We went through all of the knick knacks and art and made some sizable donations to Goodwill right before the kids came for the holidays. We still have a few more things to donate and we have some art and large framed mirrors and such that we’re holding onto until after we choose a new home. It’s possible that even if they bring us joy, they may not fit in our new home… we’ll review right before we move and purge again, if necessary.

We went through the seasonal items and I thought that would be harder than it was. I don’t know if it was TW’s mood or what but she found less joy than I expected her to find and it was a piece of cake to get through that stuff. (We cut down Christmas by 2 rubbermaid tubs and a cardboard box!)

We went through ALL of the sentimental things, once. We did a quick “no joy” pass on all of the things we’ve saved and there are three bins in the office that we need to go through once more to see if everything sparks joy. We also put all of the photos in one big box (except for what’s already in albums) and we need to go through those (and the albums.) Michelle belle helped me go through a shoebox and two small albums while she was here and that was kind of fun to do with her.

As for the things we thought the kids were going to Kondo? We went from four HUGE boxes of nutcrackers to two. I’d like to have gotten down further than that but…whatever. It’s not my stuff, though we’ll probably be storing those boxes for the oldest youngest child until we die.

Four of the five kids went through the games and only a small number sparked joy. I would like the fifth child to weigh in but if she doesn’t make her way over here soon, I’m probably going to just bite the bullet and discard the bulk of this stuff.

The videos that the kids originally struggled to let go of, (while I was trying to Facebook them photos asking “Joy or no joy.”), were suddenly much easier for them to discard and they agreed that I should just let it all go. I’m not sure I can do that, but it makes it easier to discard the bulk of it without worrying that they’ll be unhappy about what didn’t bring me joy. So, I need to go through the cabinet and just get that done. I think I’ll actually do that as soon as I finish typing this post.

I also realized that there are some things in one of the sideboards that we never went through because they were art or sentimental or knick knacks but since they were out of sight, I forgot about them. I’ll convince TW that we should do those tomorrow.

So really, we’re very close to being finished with this (oh, except of course for Elly’s room which we’re still working on, one small batch at a time when she’s here every week or two.) It feels good but TW said the other day that we’ve done so much but it still feels like there’s more to do. I feel that way too, and expected it. It was always sort of my plan to do another pass through all of the things as we pack up to move — and then really think about our possessions again once they’re being unpacked in our new home. I do expect we’ll let more go over the next six months or so. Not a lot, but just looking around while I type, I feel like there are some things here that don’t really bring joy… I like them, but joy… probably not.

KonMari Update: Let’s Kondo ALL THE THINGS!

It’s been a good few weeks for KonMari. The end is in sight and I can’t wait ’til it’s all done.

We’ve been to the electronics recycling station twice and need to go again because there are TVs, computers and microwaves in the garage that we need to dump before the snow comes back (and there’s a TV and DVD upstairs that will need to go if we can get someone to carry it down for us.) TW did manage to clear some of the content from some of the old laptop hard drives but she hasn’t finished — once she has, we’ll need to dump those hard drives.

Also, during my last update, we were heading into the world of toys. Hah. It turned out to be a more difficult category than I’d originally expected. I kondoed the toys in the shelf that sits in front of the fireplace — that was easy. I ended up discarding a small grocery bag of stuff. At which point, I buzzed my kid and said, “you’re not going to tell me you’re pregnant the day after I discard all of the baby toys, are you?” … she laughed. She said she should ask JMP if the toys bring him joy. I told her that was dumb because he would say yes, all the toys belong to JMP and they all bring joy. But, he isn’t here and he won’t know the difference because Grandma will just buy MORE toys and that will be fine. She laughed and said that JMP needs all the baby toys. I said TOO BAD, they are going….

And then the weekend was over and I hadn’t gotten upstairs or into the extra bedroom to do anymore, which is a good thing since the damn kid sent me this photo, the next day:


Yea. There goes the idea of discarding all of the baby toys, right? Right!

I did, however, manage to discard a bag of odds and ends – some broken things, some things that just never got played with. I also found all of the old legos, wooden trains, and hot wheels (joy!) and I started sorting through the toys in Elly’s room – tossing anything that was totally dead or disgusting and putting her zillion stuffed animals into bags for her to sort… soon. Very soon.

I tracked down all of the board games and stacked them up in the dining room — when all of the kids are here for Christmas, I’ll make them decide which ones we should keep and which we should get rid of. (Oh, they also need to go through the DVDs/VHS tapes when they’re here — someone remind me of that.)

Then, we moved on to the arts & crafts supplies. Another tough category but we did it.

TW sorted through all of her quilting material and knitting stuff and ended up with a bag to take to goodwill and a bag to throw in the trash. I went through all of the art supplies on my desk and Raskogs and various other carts and gave some paint to Elly (Buster ate a bottle and ended up painting one of the dog beds pink — that was fun.) And, I had a bag of trash as well as a bag to donate. I even managed to get Elly to go through her craft supplies — that was tough but she did it. She took a bag of stuff to her father’s house and we ended up with a bag to donate. Yay, us!

Then we back-pedaled a bit and Kondoed shoes — we ended up discarding or donating 9 pairs of boots/shoes/slippers/sandals. Woot.

Here’s what’s left:
– Knick Knacks
– Art (you know, that stuff some people hang on walls but we generally just store in closets. sigh)
– Seasonal decor
– Sentimental things

In preparation for the last four categories, and the holidays, I cleaned out the present closet and then the entire cold room (it’s a bedroom that has no insulation so it’s always freezing cold and we use it for storage.) All of the bins and boxes that hold sentimental things, that were in the cold room, are now in the office. I dumped two garbage bags of stuff and have another garbage can full of stuff to throw out and we have a ton of stuff to take to Goodwill next week, too.

I’ve got all of the seasonal decor in one place, ready to Kondo when the kids are here (though I’m going to do the two bins of gift boxes/wrapping paper tomorrow) and I’m going to move the empty rubbermaid bins into the cold room so they’re out of the darn office where I keep tripping over them.

I can’t decide what to do about the knickknacks… do we really need to put them all in one place and touch each one to determine joy? I’m leaning toward no — and just have us all wander around the house and looking at/touching everything and discarding as we go… That seems fine, doesn’t it?

So, that’s where we are… making excellent progress. We might really be able to finish this by the end of the year. Maybe. The sentimental stuff is going to be hard — there is so much and we are so sentimental. lol.

(We’ll also be going through each room, once all of the categories are done, and Kondoing again — the stuff we overlooked the first time or never got to for one reason or another. And of course, there’s also the garage. Ugh. But let’s not think about that now. Ugh.)

Today Is Stupid

Covering for Sassymonkey at work, while she goes to #BlogHerFood15 turned out to be the best part of my day (so far.)

– Our internet went out this morning and I spent an hour talking to tech support only to have a technician dispatched for this afternoon between 1-4pm.
– Immediately after hanging up with tech support, the connection came back (though the TV is still unhappy.)
– We forgot to take the dogs to the kennel during morning drop off hours.
– Someone needs to run to Jewel to pick up one ingredient needed for tonight’s dinner. (The other one will have to stay here and wait for the internet person.)
– We will have to take the dogs to the kennel drop off during a) dinner b) rush hour traffic c) after the internet person finishes working his magic.
– TW washed my wallet.
– Buster barked for about 90 minutes straight because the landlord was using the leaf blower.
– My sprained finger is still sprained. I need a brace but don’t want to pay a zillion dollars for one at the darn drug store. Do they sell the old fashioned metal braces at the Dollar Tree??? (Not that I have time to go to the Dollar Tree.)
– As I was trying to publish this post, the internet went out again.

I hate today.

KonMari Update… Moving Right Along

We’re a month behind schedule but we’re really digging in and getting stuff done, now. Unfoturnately — we’re about to hit some difficult categories not to mention BlogHer Food 15, Michelle visiting, Thanksgiving, Holiday shopping and planning and then Christmas with some subset of the kids here. It’s going to be tough to make it through the next five categories + Elly’s room before Christmas and that was my original goal.

Think good thoughts for us.

But back to the update…

We’ve made two trips to the electronics recycling station (they are only open on Saturdays from 9am-11:30am which has been a challenge but I’m pleased with the progress we’ve made for finally getting the old electronics out of the house.) My goal is to have all the discarded electric stuff out of the house by the end of the day November 5, except of course for the stuff upstairs that’s too heavy for us to carry down and all of the laptops that need to have the hard drives cleared… My goal for that stuff is 12/31/15.

We made it through the kitchen stuff without too much trouble. I don’t seem to have written down any notes about how many things we discarded but I know we carried about six boxes of stuff to Goodwill and we threw away quite a bit of stuff as well. It’s so weird to open the cabinets and see a small number of plates and mugs and glasses… I’m always tempted to yell “KIDS, bring your dirty dishes downstairs!” Life with only what you need and what brings joy is weird, lol.

Next up we sorted through all of the tote bags. Oh the tote bags. We had 120 tote bags. We kept 50. We’ll be taking the donations down to Florida this winter and donating them to Peaceful Paths. Until then, they’re in a box in the empty bedroom.

After tote bags, we moved to luggage — which was pretty easy. Anything with a broken zipper, a rip, or a handle that didn’t work brings new joy. BUT, we’re not discarding immediately. We’ll be packing stuff in those suitcases and discarding once we unpack down south. The suitcases that bring no joy have red strips of tape on them so we’ll know immediately to discard them next spring. We kept 6 suitcases and 3 duffle bags. We have 5 suitcases in the no joy pile but we may change our mind about one very small rollerboard… we’ll see. We also kept 3 of those weird shoulder strap carry-on bags that you get when you buy 3/5 piece luggage sets. We’ve never used them but TW says we might be able to pack stuff in them. Whatevs.

Which brings us to linens and towels. Those suckers were EVERYWHERE and I spent a few days last week collecting them a little bit at a time. Oh my gosh, so much stuff that we never ever use. We ended up with 8 bags of sheets/blankets/comforters and 1 bag of towels to donate to the animal shelter. Another bag to donate to goodwill. And, one bag tossed into the trash. We also sorted through the throw pillows — we kept 3 and discarded 7 (though there are 2 more in the cold room that I can’t access right now — we’ll discard those as soon as we’re able to remove them from underneath some very heavy mirrors that are sitting on top of them. lol)

This was a long update — because we’ve made a ton of progress.

Next up… toys. You’d think that would be easy, wouldn’t you? Next up… convincing Elly to Kondo her room… that’s not going to be easy at all. I’m probably going to have to threaten to do it for her…

Mac and Me

After many years of looking longingly at MacBooks, I took the plunge and bought a MacBook Air. It was a bad Windows update that killed my beloved Toshiba that pushed me over the edge. I had to buy a new laptop and I was so annoyed at Windows that I sucked up the extra price of the MacBook and I just bought it. And, immediately felt guilt over having done it.

Whatever. It’s done. Moving on. Money grows on trees, etc. No big deal.

The learning curve, my friends, has been great.

Besides the weird trackpad scrolling that I haven’t turned off because I mostly like it and just haven’t completely gotten used to it, I am constantly struggling to figure out how to do things. It’s particularly annoying when I’m doing a screenshare with other people. I’m pretty sure I look like I need to go back to remedial mousing classes because I have no control over my cursor. And, if I’m training someone to do something or showing someone how something works, I’m pretty sure the other person is wondering whether I really know what in the hell I’m doing (I DO, just not with the Macbook) because holy hell, it’s hard.

All of the times people have said that Macs are so user-friendly and intuitive… yea, not so much really. Or maybe not so much if you’ve lived on a Windows machine for a zillion years. I certainly find the iPHone and iPad to be more user-friendly than the MacBook.

Programs I’ve used forever in Windows don’t look or behave the same way on the Mac. (WHERE THE HELL IS THE TRASHCAN IN EVERNOTE ON THE MACBOOK? I can find it on my Toshiba. I can find it on my iPhone. I CANNOT FIND IT ON MY MACBOOK. WHERE THE HELL IS IT???) I have no idea what I’m going to do about image editing. Maybe I don’t need to edit images for work anymore? (I have a new job, yea — I’m sure I’ll never need image editing again. So I’m just going to not think about that at all.) My desktop is a mess because I can’t figure out how to easily move shit into the folders I want them in. The process seems so damn difficult all of a sudden.

OK I’ll stop now. I do love my MacBook. I also love not worrying about corrupt Windows updates. I’ll get used to it. Sassymonkey says so. I believe her. Mostly. I think.