I've got a new phone. See, I used to leave my phone in my purse. It was for my convenience. I refused to text and if anyone wanted to talk to me, they had to call on the landline. Sorry for your inconvenience—wait. I wasn't. But I just could not get that over to Precious Angel. He was determined to call on my cell and you all know that my rules for the rest of world have never applied to him and never will. Then I discovered that I liked texting and that became my primary means of communicating with my nieces.
So I started carrying my phone in my pocket and I washed it—in the washing machine. It sat in rice for days to no avail. This is not the first phone I have destroyed/lost. We are hell on a phone over here. The last time The Guy got a new one, he just went ahead and got the one recommended for construction workers though the closest thing he does to construction work is taking his lunch to his office in a sack.
We do not have smart phones. I refuse. Of course, I used to refuse to text, own a Kindle, and eat raw fish. Things change. But for now I refuse. I have enough stuff blinking and buzzing at me as it is. It gets on my nerves. Also, I don't want the means for someone to send me 45 pictures of something I don't want to see. Plus, I think smart phones cost too much. Yeah, yeah. I hear you laughing at me. I hear you saying, "You buy what you want! I can't believe that came out of your mouth!" Well. I don't buy all of what I want. I buy some. And I plan to use the money a smart phone would cost to buy more. This is a personal choice. I am not judging you. Well, I'm not judging you unless you go around poor mouthing and have a smart phone.
I digress. So I wanted a texting keyboard. (Yes, I was texting using a regular phone pad. I was pretty good at it too. But it was time for an upgrade.) It is my fond wish to be able to whip out that little keyboard and text with my thumbs at the speed of light like a teenager or Kathy. It probably won't happen but a girl can dream.
However, for now I can't text anyone. Or call. I can't run the thing. It has a 69 page instruction manual that looks worse because when you turn it over it has another 69 pages in Spanish. At least I think it's Spanish. They only thing I know for sure is it's not English or some Oriental symbol language. Sanskrit. Not that either. But it might as well be and I'm talking about the English. I've never been good at reading an instruction manual and getting it. I need to be shown and write down my own directions. Luckily, I have The Guy.
I did discover it has a radio, mp3 player, camera, and the means to make a video. (I got a lot for my $49.99 at Target.) Oh, I can also go on the Internet. If I want to. Which I don't. Well, I do. Just not on a screen the size of Tic Tac box.
I've got to master it before tonight. I need to be able to text with my pals who are in New Orleans for the BCS game.
How is your phone treating you?
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