Whew!

You Inner Gender is Female

You’re sensitive, caring, and willing to connect with anyone who’s open to you. You make friends easily, and you enjoy all sorts of conversations. You understand most people you meet – better than they understand themselves. You’re totally a woman… or at the very least, your soul is female.

What’s Your Inner Gender?

Well, that takes a load off my mind!

My 1950’s Name

Your 1950s Name is:

Priscilla Darlene

What’s your 1950s Name?

Just call me Prissy!

My Love/Hate Relationship

I suppose I have, or have had, several love/hate relationships in my lifetime.  There’s the one I have with food, the one I have with certain seasons of the year, and the one I have with my 85 year old house. There’s the doomed from the start love/hate relationship, which is now over and which I’m presently recovering from, that I recently had with an actual person – a friendship is what we called it. I definitely have a love/hate relationship with our central air-conditioning.  I love how cool and comfy it keeps me – when it’s working.  And I hate that I can never count on it to do what it’s supposed to do.   I have a love/hate relationship with homeschooling – not always, but sometimes.  And I’ve got one with Coca-Cola, to be sure. But the love/hate relationship I want to write about today is the one I have with my computer.

It may be hard to believe, but this silly computer of mine had me in tears last night. It allows me love it and need it, and then – just when I’ve become really attached to it – it refuses to be available to me, won’t let me get close to it, and threatens to leave me for good if I try to force the issue. All I want is to be able to transfer my pictures from my camera to my computer. But can I get any cooperation from my supposed dear friend, P.C.? I think not! I need my “friend” to be open with me, but it locks me out just when I need it the most! Sounds like a very dysfunctional relationship, doesn’t it? I think I need to get out of it, but it’s hard because as much as I hate P.C. I also love him (her? it?)! Maybe I should find a therapist, or a good 12 step program, or a nice self-help book. Maybe I should look deep into my soul for an answer to how I ended up here in the first place. Or maybe I should just take away P.C.’s power – literally. Just unplug the awful thing and leave it on the curb for the garbage men to take to the city dump where it belongs. Now wouldn’t that be a relief?! Oh, I’d certainly miss my friend at times. But I’d always have the memories of our happier days together. And I could rest assured that I had set my friend free – free from the pain of always falling short of my expectations, free from the misery of our dysfunctional, disordered relationship, and free to do whatever he (she? it?) wants to do, which as far as I can tell is absolutely nothing! Besides, my 43rd birthday is coming up in just a little over three weeks, and if my birthday wish comes true I will find a brand new friend waiting for me on that day!

Well, a girl can hope, can’t she?!