The beauty of Technology

I have never been a fan of cell phones. I believe that the only
reason for my dislike of the phone I could carry everywhere began with
my first supervisory position. This was the first job where I was
issued a cell phone, "in case of an emergency."
This dislike was compounded by the genius that came up with a cell
phone that also could provide email support. As the person in charge
of a communication center I quickly realized that they could now reach
me 24-7 for those small issues that were not worth the phone call.
Ever since I left that position I stayed far away from the, "more than
a phone" cell phone technology. That is until I was looking for a
personal organizer. I recently realized how far Technology has come
since that first Blackberry I was issued many years ago.
For Christmas this year I went to my old addiction of online auctions.
I ended up winning an auction for a used Palm Treo. This is day two
of it in my possesion and day one after my ability to use it after
switching from my old phone.
This Treo is great. I still have a lot of "playing" to figure some
things out but I LOVE IT.
I have been writing in my blog for awhile now and have been trying to
get some of my thoughts organized. I am currently sitting here typing
this on my new device and will be able to post it without sitting at
my desk.
Technology is great...

This years Gifts for my daughter... I am Broke

Recently Divorced and raising my two children on my own without child support from their mothers I am having a hard time coming up with christmas presents for them this year. My older daughter has toured the world with me living in apartments all over the US and Europe but we have never had a place that was "ours" This year I bought a house and my daughter has been upset with me because I have taken the smaller bedroom but it has a walk in closet. She is also upset that I have not allowed her to paint her room yet. Her whole life she has wanted to choose the color of her room but because of the apartment rental aggrements we were never allowed to pain. This year when my daughter wakes up there is going to be a ribbon and bow accross my bedroom door. There will be a card that says, "I am sorry the elves didn't get to make the toys you asked for this year so we helped your father move to the spare bedroom so you can have this one." She will open the door and see that my bedroom has been completely emptied out and there will be a few presents in the middle of the floor. When she gets the presents opened she will see a couple of cans of paint, a few paint brushes and a paint roller. Christmas afternoon I am going to send her to her grandmothers and when she gets back her new room will have a fresh coat of pain. Next year, New Carpet...