My cell phone is attached to my left hip (inside the jean pocket if you must know). I live and die by that thing, and if was lost on a deserted island, yep, it would be one of my 3 items (the others being pen and paper).
Not only do I use my little baby for business--conference calls, last minute plans, verifying information--I use it personally as well (dinner plans, babysitting confirmations, and plain old photo/video fun). And, well, I just use the damn thing. All. The. Time.
Cause of cancer to the head? Phooey? Annoying woman who waits for calls at all hours of the day/night? Me. Mother who has given her son a "left-over" phone more than once (without the deadly battery of course)? Again, me. And he's only four!
Needless to say, it is a part of my life. One that has even influenced the way I communicate to my friends and family. Forget e-mail! To damn long. And well complicated (you need a big
ol' clunky computer. Join the revolution and text.
Appropriately enough, on my last birthday, the hubby purchased that lovely card in the upper left from
Knock Knock (lovely greeting card place that has a bit of everything). Granted it wasn't specifically for Birthdays (or a wifely, lovey
dovey thing), but he made do. And made do well (custom made another text message JUST for MY EYES). But here's the thing--I'm ahead of the curve (for once).
I use the crazy abbreviation and symbols (again see above). I am all about predictive text (keying in letters and the phone tries to *guess* the full word). Incorporating pictures and videos is considered commonplace. And my phone memory is full of phrases I save to quicken my
texting experience (Thank goodness for unlimited text/messaging plans!).
What is the point of this little admission? Well, it is to prove a point. On a device that was created to TALK to others (no matter where you are or what compromising position you are in)--I am
still writing to them. Looks like I have chosen the right profession
after all, huh?
GOK*
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* God Only KnowsLabels: phones, silliness, texting, writing life
