As you all know, I am trying to make my blog better.  Not by content, sadly, but by widgets, gimmicks, smoke and mirrors.  I think I am trying to piggyback on Facebook, too (not sure how that is working out).   I am shameless.

But I am also pretty hopeless.  The ‘language’ of the programmer is weird nerd-speak to me.  The instructions on the administration page seem to refer to things that don’t exist.  I need help.  And so I turned to my son.  You know; the one who has the computer degree that I helped sponsor?  The son I love so much?!

“I am having a lot of trouble working out this blog crap, son.  How come I can’t get my friends faces back.  I liked that gallery.  It was fun.  I want my gallery of faces back!”

“Calm down.  Just go to i-google, check in, move the links, check the boxes and follow the instructions.  It’s easy.  And stop buggin’ me.  Don’t be such a doofus!”

Chastised, I go back to fiddling around with what seems like Swahili to me.  It is not working out very well for me.  Two days later.  “Ok.  I give up.  I’ve checked and I’ve followed instructions and I can’t do it and, quite frankly, I am ready to pop some veins!”

“Alright.  I’ll do one thing for you.  But only one.  You should be ashamed of ourself.  You can do this thing!  Follow my lead.  Then you do it for yourself on the other things.”

“Can’t you just do it?”

“Where would the fun be in that?  You like learning, so learn already!”

I am learning!  I am learning to hate you!”

“Now, now, you wouldn’t want me to get all huffy and leave you now, would you?  Play nice.

“I am gonna kill you.”

“So, then who helps you tomorrow?”

I spend some time re-learning to breathe.  I count to ten.  I walk out and look at the sea………….

Then I remember.   What goes around comes around.  So I must have been a horrible father.  The worst.  I must deserve this.  Or? Or…….if I don‘t deserve this, then he’ll get his!  And, frankly, I think he is doomed.  “I pity the poor fool!”

It all works out in the end, you see.  Circle of life, kinda thing.  We’ll see how this works out for him.  HA!  Hahahaha……ahahhahahahhahahahahhahaha!!!!!!!!  (Sorry, I just lost it there for a sec)

In the meantime, I am now praying to be a grandparent. Revenge is best served warm and in diapers.

“Oh, having a few problems with your new son, eh?  Need some help, do ya?  Need some babysitting, do ya?  HA!  Ha!  hahahahahahahahahah.  So glad you called, son.  So glad”. 

It’s only fair that the sins of the son are visited back on the son, I say.