Thursday, May 10, 2012

Grandpa can't streak...

So since my mom's short staffed at work (a newspaper) she asked me to write an opinion column for today's paper. They didn't end up needing it, so I'll post it here for you all to read. What's the point of writing something if it's going to go to waste? Enjoy!


            “Grandpa can’t streak through the dining room anymore,” my grandmother said as we sat in front of her computer. Typical Wednesday night? Not at all, and this one was going to change everything.
            I stopped at my grandparent’s house to give my grandmother her Mother’s Day gift, a little bit early. I sat at the table as they finished their supper and discussed everything ranging from grandpa blowing up my uncle’s chain saw to both of them working at the Ledger that day.
            As my grandpa cleared the table, my grandma opened her present. As soon as she pulled the webcam out of the gift bag, she looked at me, and told me she’d hoped I hadn’t spent a lot of money on this, and she hoped I was going to teach her how to use this. Of course I was going to, that’s why I’d stopped by early.
            Most people might think I’m a bit weird. A webcam, what kind of Mother’s Day present is that? Let me explain. I’m moving in with my boyfriend in Westfield, New Jersey on Saturday. Then we’re moving again to Towson, Maryland by the beginning of June. I won’t be able to stop over at my grandparent’s house for lunch like I usually do when I’m in town every week to attend school at Indian Hills. I won’t be able to see them when they’re visiting Des Moines, and stop at my job or apartment for a quick visit. I know there’s always phone calls, e-mails, and text message, the last of which my grandmother is still mastering, but they aren’t the same as face-to-face conversations.
            My boyfriend and I have been doing the long distance thing for a while. We usually video-chat on our Xbox Kinects. He gave me the idea of buying a webcam for my grandmother, after visiting our friends in Towson, and noticing that one of them uses Skype to talk to her family in Albania. We both agreed it would be a pretty neat way to talk, if my grandmother could figure it out.
            So this landed me at my grandparents’ house on Wednesday night. I installed the webcam, downloaded Skype, and then the learning lesson began.
            “How do I open this?”
            “Double click the Skype icon on your desktop.”
            “How do I call someone?”
            “Click their name, then hit video call.”
            “How do I hang up?”
            “Click the red phone.”
            “What red phone?”
            “The phone that’s there when you’re in a call.”
            I told her all these things, and she would jot them down on a piece of paper. Without the actual visuals, this wasn’t really going so well. So I had my boyfriend get on Skype on his iPad, add my grandmother’s I.D., and call her. They talked about how exciting it was that we were moving in together, and how this “Skype thing” was a “real good idea” if my grandma could get the hang of it. My boyfriend reassured her it wasn’t hard, and she would eventually understand it. Grandma decided she might have to have my little brother come out and help her after I moved. They caught up on things that happened since the last time he was here in February, and my boyfriend mentioned the wreath with a frog on it hanging clear across the house on the back of the door.
            My boyfriend had to go to dinner with our friends, so we ended our call, and I showed Grandma how to sign off. She then went to the living room to discuss this new fan-dangled video chat with Grandpa, while I updated their TomTom.
            “You missed Kendra’s boyfriend on the computer!”
            “Hmm.”
            “He’s down in Maryland signing their new lease. So now we can video chat and see them when we talk.”
            “Hmm.” Wheel of Fortune was on. My grandpa must really like that show.
            “Our picture was so good he could see the frog wreath, but he said his picture wasn’t so good because he was using his iPad.”
            Grandma came back to the dining room, and we chatted as the TomTom finished updating. We made plans to try out Skype Thursday, to see if she could figure it out on her own. I’m pretty confident she’ll do okay, especially since she wrote down directions.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Almost Here!!

Tonight is my last night on xbox in Iowa... I'm currently in a party with my boyfriend and our "daughter". I'm so excited. Bolo signed a lease today. He gets the keys on Wed. He got the one I REALLY wanted. It's a gorgeous apartment, and he managed to get it for the lower price. Yay!! Now we just have to move stuff and decide where stuff goes. Hard stuff to do *shrugs shoulders* We'll manage!

My flight leaves Sat. My little brother Ethan has a concert tomorrow so I'm driving down to Fairfield. I'll also have to lug ALL my shit down there, do my laundry, repack, and mail whatever doesn't fit to Jersey. Then Friday after work I'm bringing my mom and Ethan to Des Moines, and they're dropping me off super early on Saturday.

I CAN NOT WAIT. I AM SOOOOOOOOOOO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Saturday, May 5, 2012

I Swear I'll Get This Right Someday...

I've fallen behind yet again. DAMNIT. Sorry followers.

Things have been craaaaaaaaaazy. I'm moving in around a week. To New Jersey. YES, I'm MOVING IN with the boyfriend. Am I excited? OH MY GOD, yes. You wouldn't believe how excited I am. Am I nervous? You bet your ass. I know if we get in a fight we're able to rationally talk about it and fix it. I know if I fall and break something he'll be there to take care of me. I know if anything happens to me I'll be okay. So why am I nervous? To be honest..it's the whole leaving my mom thing. She depends on me a lot, especially when I'm home. I have to take Ethan places because she's busy slaving away at work. I have to go to the store and pick up milk for her. Just little things like that. But it's the little things that count. I dont know. I just hate to leave her. I mean I did it when I moved to Georgia, and I hated myself for it. So I moved back home. But this time there's no moving back home. The boyfriend has made it clear that he hates Iowa. Don't get me wrong, I hate it too, but my family is here, and they mean the world to me. I just wish that I could pick them all up and move them with me.