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Today I’m going shopping for my very own tablet. I’m excited because my daughter loves using my smartphone and I’m sure she’ll love using a tablet even more. I love all of the different apps I can download and purchase on the new tablets. They are extremely user friendly.
I’m pretty sure I would like to get an IPad but I’m keeping an open mind and am going to check out the competition as well. I want to handle all of the different tablets before I make my final choice. I guess it’s kind of like taking a new car out for a test drive before deciding which one to buy.
Most of my friends have the IPad but some of the guys at work are using some of the other tablets out there and convinced me to at least give them a try. I can’t wait to see what they all offer and what kind of package deals I might be able to get.
I’m all for recycling. I told you about my microwave oven going out, right? Well my grandmother told me I should recycle it instead of just throwing it in my trash because the magnetron has radiation in it and that is not a good thing to be put in a landfill. I totally agreed with her and took it to our local county recycling center. They told me they would be glad to take it but would have to charge me $5.00 for the disposal fee. Say what? All they were going to do with it was throw it in the landfill. I told them that I thought they recycled microwave ovens; after all, the only thing wrong with this one is the main control panel was going out on it but the magnetron, transformer and fuse were all still good. He looked at me and said “I have no idea what you’re talking about but if you don’t want to pay us to throw it away then you could always take it to the Goodwill and donate it. That’s one way to get rid of it without paying us. “SAY WHAT???? I was totally appalled at what he was suggesting. I had no choice but to take it home and put it in my trash. I hated doing it but it was going to end up there no matter what I did.
I got up this morning to make breakfast, you know, warm up some sausage biscuits in the microwave, and the darn thing just quit working on me. I just decided to take the biscuits to Grandma’s house and fix them there. When I got there, I was telling her about my microwave going out and learned something I didn’t know about her. She had one of the first microwave repair shops around here back when microwave ovens first came out and cost a fortune.
She told me about an older man that brought his microwave oven in and asked “Where’s the man that works on microwave ovens?” She told him that he was looking a her. He gave her a funny look and said “You can’t fix a microwave oven.” She asked him to leave it with her and IF she couldn’t fix it, he didn’t owe her a dime and she would give it back to him just like he brought it to her BUT, if she fixed it, he had to tell all his buddies about how she had fixed it for him. He said it was a deal and left. All that was wrong with it was a fuse had burnt out and she called him back in 15 minutes to pick up his microwave. “Couldn’t fix it, huh?” he asked. When he got there, she put a cup of water in it and it heated it right up so she charged him $10 and sent him on his way. He called her about a half hour later and said that the microwave worked better than it did when he bought it. He said it even popped popcorn now and never did before. Imagine that!!! He promised to tell everyone he knew about her and did send her many people to her to fix theirs too.
Last night I was talking to my sister about how much the music business has changed over the years. We had come across an old vinyl album our father’s band had recorded in a music studio back in the ’50s and were wondering where we could find a record player to use to listen to it. We were talking about how back then it was unheard of for people to have all of the recording equipment at home to cut professional quality recordings. Anyone with an Internet connection, a shipping address, and a credit or debit card can go online and pick out what they want, buy now, ship overnight, and pay later. Before you know it, you have a recording studio in your very own living room!
When Christie brought home the new m audio oxygen 25 I was really surprised how small the keyboard was. I didn’t expect that she would be very happy with the device at all. But within minutes of plugging the USB keyboard into her computer, she was playing music with a big, silly grin on her face, and I was happy that she was happy. I didn’t dare ask her how much money she paid for it – I didn’t want to ruin the moment!