Junior Propellerhead

I feel a blog coming on.   Yes I do.  Yesireee I have some news to share.   LOL…
Ok, now that the drum roll is fading in the background and you are sitting at the edge of your seat wishing I would spit it out here it is.  

Apparently there are more propeller heads in my home than I had first imagined.  As you may already know one of my nicknames is Chief Propeller head.  Do not ask me where that comes from however I know that it is a term used for folks that are also known as “geeks” and “nerds”.  While I do not fit the profile for an IBM employee and despise wearing a pocket protector in my shirt I still get accused of being a distant cousin of one or both.  Therefore one of my friends named me Chief Propeller head.  My wife calls me Techno Papa because anytime there is a problem with the computers or (God forbid) the connection to the WORLD WIDE WEB is disrupted for more than 5 nanoseconds (the time it takes for someone to inhale deeply and scream for help in my general direction) then I am the lucky winner.  I get to drop what I am doing or in some cases pick my carcass up off the floor or couch and jerk myself out of the mindless daze I might be in because of the idiot box that has captured my attention and then have to snap back to the world of binary to figure out the problems at hand.  

Computers came first and then the wonderful invention of the cell phone which is the thing that most of us use more than our own home phones.  I think that is why most folks have quit using ma bell in lieu of using the cell phone instead.  After all, why should we pay BOTH ma bell and the cellular provider to make phone calls?   Gosh, I am chasing rabbits, sorry about that.  The reason I am having the problem getting to the point is because this story has something to do with connecting the dots between cell phone and the personal computer which my sweet wife uses regularly.  

Typically my wife stays in touch with me in various ways through the day and I also try to do the same thing.  We probably communicate in one way or the other several times per day. That could be but is not limited to subliminal messages, smoke signals, screaming out the window,  sending our kids to tell each other something, IM messages, e-mail etc.   It is a married folk’s thing that most of us married folks do.  

Anyway, I noticed today around 4pm when I was leaving my cubicle farm in the tower of power in Monkey Corner that my wife had not pinged me all day.  GOSH, that had left a connectivity or latency problem in our network that desperately needed fixing.  So, I hop on the cell phone in my car and PING her.  I leave her several messages and of course my wife has forgotten that she is supposed to USE this device to ANSWER it in case I call.  Katy has one of the cell phones that ONLY make outgoing calls.  Hey, what the heck, I have been playing that game on and off for several years so I have sort of gotten used to it.  I figured she would eventually come up for air.  Around 5:30 pm I started to notice the connectivity gap was getting longer and longer so I called again.  It is amazing to me how long of a voice mail message I can leave on her cell phone.  

I guess around 5:45 pm Katy calls me and tells me that she is on her way home and that she is on Redbank road which is not far from us.  I had already gone online to TRACK my sweet wife via the debit card TRAIL that she had left all afternoon.  LOL…   Remember that I said that we communicate in more than one way?  You want to know where your wife or husband is just get online and see where they have been shopping.  LOL…  Anyway, my wife commences to expending some of the 5000 words that she has been storing up for me all day on the cell phone.  That is cool, I don’t mind, I have the rest of the night to listen, right? More importantly we are on the UNPLAN with Suncom which means we can blather to each other non stop 24x7  seven days per week and they wont charge us another dime.  

Katy surprises me by saying that she was on her way to a lady that is on the Free Cycle list to pick up a four cup coffee maker that she wanted to use in her classroom at school.  Katy has the navigational prowess of a wet rock so of course she got lost on her way to the address.  Katy then pulls over (I hope) whips out her laptop and plugs in the wireless card and finds a Wireless Access Point at a leasing office in a housing development and got on the Internet to check her email and get the ladies phone number that she needed.  I was like, SAY DO WHAT?  Katy is using her laptop and the wireless card to access a WAP to do what?  Holy wireless connections batgirl I have a JUNIOR propeller head on my hands.  I am so tickled that Katy has emerged into the 21st century and has embraced the power of wireless Internet access.   I will have to get Katy her very own propeller head hat to wear.  I can not wait to take a picture of both of us with our propeller head hats on and the props turning in the wind.