I didn't mention not blogging for a week or so while I was out of town because…well….I expected to not only have the internet access to blog while I was travelling, I expected to have the time to blog. I was, as with most things in my life, utterly and completely wrong.
The rooms we stayed in were supposed to have wireless internet access. They did not. There were hotspots in the resort where we vacationed with my husband's family instead. Not all of those hotspots would actually connect to the internet without knowing the secret handshake. Turns out….nobody knew the secret handshake but at random times you could connect and thus encourage others around you to waste hours on end trying to discover the secret handshake for themselves. When I was in psych 101 in college I learned that there was some kind of name for this sort of reinforcement technique…..random vs predictable reinforcement but I don't remember the name….and how random reinforcement tended to increase persistence in test subjects. It works. I spent a good three hours one afternoon before I noticed that I was starting to grow whiskers that looked remarkably like a laboratory rat's.
Once I got the internet access difficulty ironed out, by walking a very long way to a hotspot that actually allowed internet access, I discovered that more often than not I did not have my computer. Why is that you ask? Well my husband, on the flimsy excuse that he needed to submit some invoices and reports so that we could get paid next month, hijacked my computer. Not only did my husband do that, but it clearly runs in the family because my computer was also hijacked by my brother-in-law and I even saw it in use by my mother-in-law and father-in-law and they don't even use their OWN computers.
So while I intended to spend some time while I was away reflecting on the Catholic New Media Conference, and reading, and blogging, I did not. I did reflect and read and jet ski with some dolphins but I did not blog. I also did not kill my daughter when she threw up in the car not five minutes after being told, "If you have to throw up, tell us so we can stop the car….." but that's a story for another day and one you may not want to hear. It's good to be home.
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1 Tibercrawl // Jun 28, 2008 at 11:41 pm
Oh don’t you just hate that throwing up in the car! My son (30yrs old now) could not ride in the car for more than 30 minutes without having to throw up. He even threw up on bus trips with youth group. Now that’s embarrassing when you’re 14 yrs old. Luckily, once he started driving, the throwing up ceased.
2 Denise // Jun 29, 2008 at 10:49 am
Welcome Back
Besides the lack of hot spots, and the throwing up, it sounds like a great time!
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