You see Spring...sprung. And I have been declared by friends of mine...twitterpated...nerves all tore up.
In short, I've been having myself a good ol' time with things not having anything to do with this desktop box.
I have...prepped and sent my girl to Prom (absolutely gorgeous), worked out really hard and am well on my way to being back in the ring at fighting weight, dealt with my son's broken hand which, incidentally, did not end up requiring surgery, celebrated and hosted Mother's Day, received a white iPhone as a gift from my beloved husband, become a regular voyeur on twitter and you tube, discovered tumblr, and have been regularly texting my favorite sista about all things having to do with Spring. In short, I have become like totally reacquainted with my inner 17 year old.
And now my iPhone is down. And I am jonesin'. B.A.D. Where is my music? How do I fulfill my twitter/tumblr/fb/youtube addiction? How can I text Lisa? How much money is in my checking account? Date? Time? I don't know because I quit wearing a watch! What are all the passwords? And where the heck am I supposed to be at noon on Friday?! I used to not be able to function without my post-it notes. Now I can't function without my phone. It is a sad state of affairs.
A year and a half ago I picked up a little pink BlackBerry Curve. I mounted the slippery slope in complete ignorance. But I did figure if I was going to shell out for the required data package I needed to be all in. Go big or go home, as my friend Margaret likes to remind me. The calendar, the checkbook register, checking email, texting my kids instead of calling, doing a google search here and there...checking into fb, Pandora radio, sending pictures and messages back and forth to my husband (get your mind outta the gutter, not those kind of photos)...texting my friends, updating my contacts but never my paper phone book, using it for library lists, shopping lists...I couldn't NOT check to see why my BlackBerry's little red light was blinking. They don't call 'em CrackBerries for nothing.
Then I was completely mesmerized by the white iPhone. In love. The screen, the colors, the clarity, the speed. Oh my. I am a goner.
On Monday at 6:48am, my evil, little, white, fluffy dog managed to dump my week old iPhone into my coffee cup. Which was half full. Or empty. Depending on your outlook. I'm a half full kinda gal myself. And so it has gone to the Betty Rice Center for dunked phones. It has become HAL and is randomly calling people. I apologize if I have called you at all the wrong times in the last 2 days. Blame HAL. I have no control. I have no music. I have no calendar. I have very little contact with the electronic outside world. And it is making me stir crazy.
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| The luxurious accommodations at the Betty Rice Center. |
THIS is exactly why I think I am resistant to new technology. I know I will be sucked in for all I'm worth and then poof it will break. I didn't want to switch to DVD's from VHS. Wasn't interested in a home theater sound system. Only embraced the internet and email because homeschooling forced me to. Don't possess a laptop. I didn't want a cell phone at all. When I got one I didn't even know how to answer it. Then I didn't care if it could take pictures. And I certainly didn't want one that had a QWERTY keyboard for texting. Gave away the Palm Pilot my husband gave me a few years back. Didn't want my life in a little electrical box. Most certainly didn't want any sort of smartphone. Not that long ago I didn't even know exactly what that word, smartphone, referred to. I was blissfully happy people. Peaceful in my ignorance.
And now I just want my iPhone back!!!!
With twitching thumbs,
~Sherri
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