Dang technology!

I have the most adorable picture of my daughter on the digi camera and well I can't show you. Yes I admit it. I am computer illiterate. As I sit here and blog with the convenience and ease my grandmothers never knew, I save writing many a letter to update my large extended family about my large immediate family. HOWEVER, it is also an almost daily reminder that I really should have been born a century ago. All these wires and do-dads and gizmos, confuse the heck outta me. I dont speak binary; I dont even speak english that well. And every time someone mentions that I should "look it up online", I am like a kid who doesn't want to go visit their old aunt whose house smells like stale breath mints and cats (but your cats smell lovely Erin). Don't make me travel the highway of cyberspace. I can't read the roadsigns and there is a funny sound coming out of my motor. I am bound to get stuck in some abyss of knowledge I can't comprehend with some teenager who knows he knows more than me. I am both too young and too old for this kind of confusion. I promise very soon I will figure out the picture deal. Either because someone tells me how or because I ask the teenager in the cyber wasteland. In the meantime, I think I am going to go get some gravol and lie down.