“Chromebook is a Web-based computer or laptop that has been around since 2011. I own an Acer chromebook since 2012.”
Acer Chromebook

As much as I love, its speed, no unnecessary updates, no application download, always feeling brand new. Watching movies, listening to music, using bluetooth. I personally have not been able to adapt to my chromebook for work purposes.

Please do not get me wrong, My Chromebook has serve me well, while my daughter is going thru her third window based laptop, my chromebook is still going strong. I am able to do almost everything with her capabilities. Emails, on-line school courses, banking, shopping, web searches, Netflix and so on. Yet, there has always been something missing, sometimes, just sometimes, I really want to download a program. I really want to use Microsoft Office Suite. Maybe I haven’t given Google Documents a real good try. Honestly, they have evolve, but there are not there yet.

I love Google Drive, I am also a hard-core Android Fanatic. Yet, Google still lacks the flexibility and the smoothness of Microsoft Products. Their Web-store, hasn’t changed much. Not many application (extensions) being created to work with Chrome. That is a shame. I saw great potential. But I need more. I need to be able to work on my blog, books, and my next digital project. I don’t feel, my trusted chrome can do that.

Today, I was writing this piece with one of my daughter’s window based laptop, that I have been able to salvage from her abyss. I look fondly at my chrome, that is right next to me, and I sigh heavily.” This could have been you and me.” I softly say to her as I keep typing away with this mammoth.

In the end, no one is a winner, I will just use the Mammoth as my work horse and my devoted Chrome in my private world. Were I always need guidance from viruses, hackers,and all those other awful things.

I am sorry I failed you, Chromebook…….Hopefully one day I will be forgiven.

Do you own a Chromebook?

How well does it work for you?

I welcome your input.

Cristina Roskoff-Harris

Editor-in-Chief

The Poor American Blog

New Canvas — This is my “Mad As Hell!” pix my daughter Ana Rui, did for my new segment.

There is a saying, “Bad news comes in three.”….but let me tell you there are times, bad news do escalate to 4 or 5. You just don’t think you will ever get a break…………

You have your last twenty dollars in your pocket, payday is not for another three days or so. You will be okay for the weekend, you have some food, plenty of streaming videos to watch, your car has about a little over a 1/4 tank left. Just don’t answer the door or any calls. Your friends will think you went away for the weekend.

Instead you are home stressing about your financial dilemma you created when you had to be off work without pay for a week, because of that nasty eye infection you caught for keeping your contacts on 24/7 when you shouldn’t.

Now you owe the hospital on your insurance deductible, had to throw away all your contact and solution, but the worst part is you are stuck using those old glasses you had put away in your junk drawer.

You are happy that you still had twenty dollars left on you, and you rush to the store, to get some smokes and some beer. You get your items and feeling very good at this point, when it time to pay for your groceries, you can’t find your money. You check every pocket in your jeans, you do a hard mental recall of all the things and places you have been since you had seen that twenty dollars in your pocket and decided against put in the in your wallet, feeling it was going to be more safe in your front pocket with the last crumble receipt you just threw away 10 minutes ago in the parking lot. Horrify, you quickly, explain to the cashier your situation, getting no petty from her, you dash away to look for your money.

You look long and hard at the ground, thinking a magical arrow will appear and point the way. Everyone in the parking lot look suspicious. You can’t just simply accused or asked anybody if they found your money. You know they will lie. You still look and look, with the sad conclusion your last twenty dollars are gone.

With shame and anger you head home. You didn’t even bother to go back to the store to explain. You are angry, “Mad As Hell”.

You feel you have been violated, cheated, single out and simply outrage with the bad luck you are having. It’s just not fair. You needed that money to past the weekend a little better and not cold turkey.

Maybe its a sign from God! Did you wrong someone? Are you being hex? Nah!

In the end you feel, maybe someone else needed it more….

Like the saying says…”Finders keepers, looser weeper……”

Tell us your mad as hell anecdote or story…..love to share it here.

Thank you,

Cristina Roskoff-Harris

Editor-in-chief

The Poor American