She was chewin’ the monitor, no, not chewin’, POPPIN’!

OK, so Sunday night, Juan and I are sitting in the van just kicking back and talking after a nice fastfood dinner, and the phone rings. It’s kaptainsnot, aka Baby. She tells me that the monitor made a loud pop and died. Smoke proceeded to fill up the room.

When I got home and checked it, I confirmed that infact my monitor indeed was dead.

So next day when I get home from work, I take the ugly 15” monitor we have on the other computer (the same one we got with our first computer in 1995) and plug it in over here. God it is hideous, everything is either too tiny or too cramped, and I don’t know how the hell any of you out there can stand having a monitor that is anything like this one.

Interesting thing I realized today, and I will cut/paste from my convo with Shalea so that I don’t have to type it all up again:

[20:23] Shalea: today was the best day so far
[20:23] Anitza: really?
[20:24] Shalea: i’m finally starting to think like a 5 yr old
[20:24] Anitza: what an accomplishment
[20:24] Shalea: not bragging rights for most people but i’m proud of it
[20:24] Anitza: lol
[20:24] Anitza: no, i understand actually
[20:24] Anitza: example…
[20:24] Anitza: there was this kid (prob like 4) and his mom
[20:25] Anitza: and then she tells the boy, ‘go ahead, ask the nice lady what you asked me’
[20:25] Anitza: and he’s all shy and finally says “how do fish sleep?”
[20:25] Anitza: i start to say that they go into something called torpor and that means that half their brain goes to sleep at a time”, blah blah blah
[20:26] Anitza: and then he points at a fish in a crack on the rocks and says ‘like that?’
[20:26] Anitza: he wanted to know what a sleeping fish looked like, not the other junk
[20:26] Anitza: he’s a preschooler for crying out loud
[20:27] Shalea: that ‘s so cute.
[20:27] Anitza: lol
[20:27] Anitza: yeah, but it was a reality check

I need to remind myself that when I talk to little kids, I have to try to see things from their point of view. I mean, I do try, but sometimes, well, I am a grown-up! Woah. I’m a grown-up. Well, to a 4-year old, anyway…