Yep : Today we stop the presses and say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to our lovely friend Karien. She’s been Nyana’s buddy for over nine years now ( They used to work together in Bokrijk) and I have had the privilege and honor to call her my friend as well. Sometimes its funny how you can get to know people and how after all these years you get pretty close (even though we don’t see each other all that much, I can still call Karien ‘part of the family). So I can only pause the planet to wish her all the best. Love , lust , luck and happiness. With hands of gold and a heart to match she'’s the finest of friends and one of the few who sees right trough me sometimes. Time for a poem in your honor !
When you where born…..
A computer was something on TV
From a science fiction show of note
A window was something you hated to clean
And ram was the cousin of a goat.
Meg was the name of my girlfriend
And gig was a job for the nights
Now they all mean different things
And that really mega bites.
An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A curser used profanity
A keyboard was a piano.
Memory was something that you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
And if you had a 3 inch floppy
You hoped nobody found out.
Compress was something you did to the garbage
Not something you did to a file.
And if you unzipped anything in public
You'd be in jail for awhile.
Log on was adding wood to the fire
Hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a back up happened to your commode.
Cut you did with a pocket knife.
Paste you did with glue
A web was a spider's home
And a virus was the flu.
I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory in my head
🙂 Happy Birthday !