My Andy

A few years ago I had a thing with a guy named Andy.  He’s now married to this wonderful gal.

This was our “thing.”  He came over or we met at the office & he would fix my computer.  $10 an hr. all the time.  And when I say fix my computer I mean there was nothing Andy could not do.  For crying out loud Andy built his own usable computer with a screwdriver & random parts from a junk shop.  We used to work together  in InterVarsity & I would often make fun of him because he carried it around in a little black vinyl lunch bag.  He said he “didn’t like” laptops.  Whateva.  I had a problem, he fixed it.

Anyway, now Andy & Kate live in Hollywood.  He works for like Disney or Pixar or something important doing computer imaging or something or other.  My computer god has left me.

Now, I go to Best Buy they say, “$60/hr.”

I call the Geek Squad they say, “$75/hr… + tip.”

I have no other nerdy, techy computer genius friends.  Without Andy, I’m lost.

I spent $16.95 on WordPress for Dummies, as it turns out I’m too dumb for that.  And why for all that’s good in the world doesn’t the entire world wide web provide instructions for how to load a plug-in into your WordPress blog that doesn’t start with the first 5 steps in advanced language.

I spent a shameful 6 hours the other night -losing sleep- trying to figure out how to customize my blog with plug-ins.  All I got for all my labor was that lousy link that says “follow me on Twitter.”

 If only I didn’t want my blog to be different than everyone else’s in the web world, if only I didn’t want it to be flashy, and girly, and flowery, and filled with pizzaz.  If only I could be happy with these lime green trees.  If only.

If only I had Andy back in my life.