My tutors

A few months ago, my computer crashed. Again. I did what I always do: handed it to Ricardo. I heard him say, "Okay, I'm going to try something." And then about an hour later I heard some heavy sighing followed by an "Uh-Oh" and maybe a few other words of creativity. Ricardo can fix anything. The guy really does make everything better. So, my goofy expression of acceptance and trust that indeed, he was fixing it, was later brought to my attention as a false assumption. Soon he was apologettically explaining that he was pretty sure MacGruber wasn't going to fix this one. And also, I'd lost everything. EVERYTHING. My life flashed before my eyes. Not the one with the kids and all that, but the one with all of my classes I was in the middle of teaching, all of my writings, this awesome blog, and oh my gravy - all of my music. Gone. All gone.

All I could think of was getting a Mac. Because another huge purchase would make it all better right? I swore the last time I had all of these problems that I would go Mac if it ever happened again. And here we are.

The thing I love about Ricardo is if I can even remotely plead my case to dip into the budget when I have a big idea - and let's be real - I have some crazy and big ideas - he humors me. Since I couldn't get the consensus from my esteemed panel of FaceBookers - all 400 of my closest friends - I went to the next best resource: the women's lockerroom. It just might be the land with all the answers. And behold, while brushing my teeth, getting my hair into a ponytail, and squeezing into my favorite sports bra, I got the inside scoop on where to go for a MacBook - The Mart, y'all.

Within a few hours, we were on our way to liberate my teaching and writing experience. I was so excited. Ricardo was nervous because he's a PC guy. Still, he was just as unimpressed as I was with our pc's and knew it was time to check out this whole Mac gig. As with any trip to the Mart, I made sure to prep the kids. This time, with an extension on the disclaimer:
"Okay guys, we are going to stay close. No bouncing or stepping on any of the furniture. Please do not climb into any of the appliances. No Running. Mommy and Daddy are going to look at Macs and we do not know what the hell we are doing so we have lots of questions we need to ask. And it's important that we get the answers, hear them, without being interrupted...what? Yes, we'll take you to Burger King...now remember no interruptin....what? Yes, we'll go to Burger King BEFORE we go to the Macs.....What? Yes...you can get a kids meal."

So, we go in, get the monsters fed, and head over to the Macs with our super onion ring breath. Must have been great. We asked all of our questions. The guy was very helpful. And strangely enough, I was never interrupted. We get our order, get all set up. And do we want to buy the classes that go with it? I wanted them. Ricardo did not. I was leary. Ricardo stood strong. I relented because I was getting a MacBook a few weeks before Christmas. One year, my dad put a down payment on my wedding dress on Christmas Eve. Oh my God, I am a spoiled brat.

So, I'm still nervous about my new laptop and no classes on how to use it when I realize the kids have been mysteriously quiet for like, an hour. Oh my God, who took my babies? Where are they? I found both of them had helped themselves each to their very own display MacBook. Lucy had taken pictures of herself and made an entire scrapbook with distorted photos. "Mom look, I titled it Funny Lucy." Meanwhile, Max made a video of himself riding a roller coaster. A VIDEO. Of him riding a rollercoaster. The kids are more comfortable with Macs than we are. They use Macs at school. We skipped the classes - turns out the kids can just teach us.

That's how I roll.