Every time I go to a new website, my Internet Explorer gives me this: "Internet Explorer cannot display the webpage...." I then hit refresh and voila, the website.
This makes me feel more like Internet Explorer doesn't want to display the webpage, more than it can't. Or that it is like Sam, when I send him to look for something like his shoes or (insert lost object here). He goes off searching, while the rest of the family shears a sheep, cards and spins the wool, and knits enough sweaters to clothe Bill Cosby during the Cosby Show years, then he returns and says he can't find his shoes or (insert lost object here). If you are a mom, you know the next step. You say, "if I come looking for your shoes or (insert lost object here), and I find them, then you are going to be in TROUBLE!" And then you go and look and find the shoes or (insert lost object here) and you find them where they belong, in the closet, or on top of the nightstand, or in the bathroom. You know, pretty much in plain sight, and in less that 45 seconds.
So what I'm saying is that maybe my page should say: "Internet Explorer is too lazy to look very hard for the webpage, so go find it yourself."
-humorous postscript: When I hit the publish post button I got "Internet Explorer cannot show the webpage." Nice.
Showing posts with label Sam. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sam. Show all posts
Friday, September 19, 2008
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Happy Birthday Sam!
Sam is now eleven. That's only a year away from twelve, and a year from then I get to have two teenagers in the house. How lucky can I get?
Sam asked for a cello for his birthday, and we looked all around this town and could not find one. You would think that a city of around a million people would have at least one cello to buy, but no, we could pay someone to go to Argentina to get one, or wait a few weeks and see if one shows up, or just go ourselves to buy one, but we cannot get one here, where we live. I even spent hours on the internet trying to see if I could get somebody to ship a cello to us. Everyone online would be happy to, except that the post office size limits prohibit it. How difficult does it have to be?
Thank you to everyone for your gifts and cards.
Sam asked for a cello for his birthday, and we looked all around this town and could not find one. You would think that a city of around a million people would have at least one cello to buy, but no, we could pay someone to go to Argentina to get one, or wait a few weeks and see if one shows up, or just go ourselves to buy one, but we cannot get one here, where we live. I even spent hours on the internet trying to see if I could get somebody to ship a cello to us. Everyone online would be happy to, except that the post office size limits prohibit it. How difficult does it have to be?
Thank you to everyone for your gifts and cards.
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