I love my cell
phone. We got rid of our house phone
because each of us now has a cell phone.
No more telemarketers. No more wrong numbers. No collectors. (Not that I
know what those calls would be like or anything –cough, cough)
No more ringing
when I am “indisposed”. No more "accidentally" answering the call from someone I
don’t want to talk to. ( I would NEVER!)
As a plus, my NEW car is hands-free wired, and when my cell
phone jumped into the washer a few months ago, (outdated cell phone suicide) I had to break down and get an iPhone (You can tell I'm a novice - is it I-Phone, iphone, i-phone ???) which I must say really is the best thing since hair color in a box, because
let’s face it, sliced bread is OK, but hair color from the grocery store is the
bomb (for working Moms on a budget with stubborn greys who has a husband willing to apply it)
I am pretty sure there are some people who have a house
phone and one cell phone for the whole house that would be horrified by the ways in which I use
said phone:
I text my son all the time.
When he is at home. In his
room. Just a few rooms away from where I am sitting.
In my defense, his room is
upstairs.
The only other room up those stairs is one other bedroom. The only
reason for me to go up those stairs is to have a good yell about the messes, so I
avoid that section of the house most days that I want my family to like me. In my defense, his door is always shut and
the music is louder than my voice can carry.
Plus, I am tired of going
up there and pounding on the door. Then yelling, and then pushing my way through the door which sticks and squeezing my eyes shut in case I would see something I don't want to see....
So I
text him. He actually thinks this is
strange and it has the perfect effect on him. – He comes OUT of his room and
joins the family. It's kind of like my way of sending a formal invitation.
I text the hubby romantic promises I have a hard time
keeping.
Can I tell you a little secret?
I think about the hubby whenever I am not with him. So I text him what I plan
to do or want to do - he responds, and then when it comes down to REAL LIFE – we (me and the mouse in my pocket) are too tired, too busy, too interrupted most of the time,
so I have resorted to, yes I'm saying it - Sex ting. (It's pretty PG-13 stuff, I HAVE accidentally included the kids in my messages....)
I send the kids messages of love and encouragement. I stopped making lunches a long time
ago. On the rare occasion that I do, I
always forget to add the little note. But
most days my kids can see a message from me on their phone letting them know
I’m thinking of them. Sometimes it's -
I love you, hope you have a good day!!
but mostly it's: "If there is a mess when I get home you are so grounded!"
I never call people just to talk…..(where do people find
that kind of time??) Unless I’m stuck in traffic, (*hands free) on a long
commute, or in a never ending line. THEN
I call my Mom and anyone else I haven’t had time to say Hi to lately who are willing to answer. They feel so special when they get these phone calls from me. It's like they KNOW I have nothing better to do.... ?
I tease people with silly pictures - this is the cat that refuses to cuddle or associate with any of us. The other night the girls went to sleepovers and here comes Mr. Anti-Social Pants curling up with the hubby, so of course I had to send it the girls.....
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I make plans, then break them. I grab the phone out of my kids hands and send a text that sounds so much better than what they were going to write. I keep tabs on where my kids are -
"You are at Joey's?",
"OK, then take a picture of you with his Mom."
I program phone numbers I don't ever want to answer with their own ring tone and screen name. Sometimes I have to hide those calls from the kids.....
I've gotten really good at faking static.
Aren't cell phones just the greatest thing since
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| A solution to my toasted sandwich issue!! |
