My husband begged me for a year to get an iPhone. I kept resisting because I had only used my regular cell phone to call one person (him) about picking up groceries on his way home or something totally lame. Basically, we paid a lot of money to have potential emergency coverage in case either of our new cars broke down. As if that would happen.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Techie Update for the Uninterested
So then at Christmas of '08, he hands me my ONE present of the year....da da daaaaaa! "Oh...it's the iPhone you wanted." Yep, and he got one for himself too. Wahoo! Whatever. I wasn't feeling the love. I was feeling our money going down the drain. Truthfully, I was most afraid of spending too much time on the darn thing. Fortunately, I've kept its use down to a minimum. I have a few cool apps, and I text very few people. Most importantly, I've got a couple of Spongebob episodes on there in case my little kids get bored at the oldest kid's baseball games or swim meets. Now THAT is well worth the money. (Don't judge the Spongebob, please. I already get grief from the swim parents)
But back to my point I haven't gotten to yet. The point about not being very hip or techie afterall. So...I texted my babysitter the other day about a graduation ceremony she had invited me to. She's one of three people I text. The others are my husband and my sister in law. I have no clue who else I would text or why I would bother doing that when I can just pick up the phone. But anyhow, I feel pretty cool about chatting so quickly when I'm not at home. When we ended our little chat, she typed in a bunch of letters that I did NOT get. Usually I can pick them out. LOL I know for sure (laugh out loud, duh), and TTYL (talk to you later), but this one I couldn't get at all. So I responded with, "qwpeoiucpoieunapoizcuv." Or something like that. Har har har. I'm sure she thinks I'm lame. Oh well.
But here're two more that my family uses that you may not know - and I read them BOTH today in a literary agent's blog (no, not MY agent. I don't have one. YET!). The first is the DUFF. My brother always jokes that I'm the DUFF in my group of friends. Have you heard that one? Well, it's totally something a brother would say about his little sister. Even if she's (almost) 40 and should be old enough to escape this sort of stuff. It's "Designated Ugly Fat Friend." Hmmm. I'm going on a road trip soon with some gals and I shall bring up the DUFF theory to them and see what kind of response I get.
And then there's this one that my OTHER older brother always told me. "You're too stupid to live." (I know, you're wondering how I have any money for an iPhone after all of the therapy I must be getting). But anyhow, it also has a textable acronym, "TSTL." Yay! And you can go HERE to read about more fun acronyms to use in your life.
Looks like I need to add my brother to my texting pals. My first entry shall include the use of TSTL. Hopefully I'll be one up on him and he won't know what it means, yet. I'm so lame to be excited for this.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Potty Mouth
I worked for the county road department during my college summers, and it was a great job in that it paid well for doing not much of anything. A government job at its best. I was lucky to be the recipient of said job. One of the best parts was working with the fowl mouthed truck drivers. They spewed F-bombs like watermelon seeds. Hilarious to say the least. Eventually, I had to fit in and I became quite a potty mouth myself. Took that mouth back with me to college - and my sorority. Not quite the same effect there. Ha!
So now I have my own kids who are experimenting with their own language, and it seems that the 3 year old is becoming quite the Potty Mouth. Seriously. Here's today's conversation.
PM: Hi Mom-poop.
Me: Wha? Don't say that.
PM: OK, Mom-potty. (huge grin with tongue sticking out through awful teeth needing future orthodontic work)
Me: Har har, Bubba. Don't say that either.
PM: OK, Mom-toilet paper. (falls on floor laughing)
Me: Go play in another room and talk about cars or something.
PM: (marches down hall singing): Car-poop, car-potty, toilet paper toilet paper.
Me: (can't help but sing the new snazzy tune while unloading dishwasher)
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