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A Long, Long Time Ago...

So, it's been a couple of days since I talked with you all...my silent audience. I decided that my blog will replace writing in my journal everyday...and I figure that if I keep the commitment to blog every day as well as I have kept the commitment to write in my journal every day, you might hear from me like once a millennium.

My entry for this millennium:
I was taking my laptop and assorted accessories (check out my alliteration skills) up to my room last night and I had a relapse to younger years. I suddenly had butter fingers and dropped my laptop. Fortunately I only killed it, didn't maime it or anything terrible...so my wonderful Mom fixed it without having to open it and make my warranty void. (For those of you who are not aware...that's pretty much what my Mom does: Fix computers...only usually she fixes the kind that die of natural causes NOT the ones that die from association with clumsy people like me). Well, that's it - the highlight of my evening and the only insight to my riveting life you will get for the next 1,000 years.

Comments

Amy said…
Ha! I love it. Isn't it great to have a mom? I hope that something else exciting happens to you sometime in next 1,000 years so I can read about it.

PS I saw your group on facebook, so I hope it's OK that I blog-stalk you. Sorry if I'm creepy!
January 13, 2009 at 11:29 AM
Tim "n" Tracy McMillan (TNT McMillan) said…
Hey it sounds like you journal keep about the same as I do. That's partly why I started a blog...because then I actually write about some of the important things, and I feel somewhat obedient for writing(or in this case typing) things down. :) PS...I love your blog!
January 13, 2009 at 11:34 AM
Baby Sister said…
Dear Kriss-
If you can not be nice to your laptop and treat it well...I will have to confiscate it from you!!!
January 14, 2009 at 6:05 PM
joybear said…
Glad she was able to fix it!
January 18, 2009 at 6:59 PM
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