Two weeks ago my Blackberry gave up the ghost. Well, not really, it was still alive enough to haunt me. It would take calls, and light up the screen, or alert me when new email had arrived -- it just wouldn't let me do anything about it. Oh, unless I was really frustrated, and then it would randomly allow the "answer" button to work -- usually when a torrent of f-word varietals were pouring from my lips. Luckily, my Mom already knew I swear like a sailor.
There is an upside to the story: I got an iPhone and, because I got it so recently, will be able to trade it in for a 4G. However, the fact I have a better browser, and endless distractions that can be downloaded in an instance, is tempered by the fact I lost all of the information on my Blackberry except for contacts. I mean, important stuff. Not just blog posts, but appointments, grocery lists, and various gift ideas. I also had random ideas for novels (I mean, I have a blog, I should be working on a book), and all the things I want Ryan to do in the yard this summer. It may not se much, but now I wander around the house, wondering what I'm missing -- if I should be meeting a long lost friend for lunch, or buying a birthday present for a friend who's birthday I only know because of Facebook. I am awash in a sea of not knowing exactly what's going on, or what has been on my mind -- because I had it all on my Blackberry. Damn technology.
Well, at least I go this blog post out of it. That's much more than I ever got out of that list. Oh, and here is a picture of Meg.
Eh, she's really the only thing y'all want to see anyway... I mean, at least if you have taste...
16 comments:
Look at those cheeks on that sweet baby! So adorable!
Just recently got my crackberry. So far, so good. *fingers crossed*
Are you on Facebook? If so, I can show you Meg's future husband Kieran. If you want to be Facebook buds, hit me up at monkeymuckATgmailDOTcom.
hehehe. she's adorable! Too bad about the blackberry. My dad got me a dictaphone recently, so I am carrying it in my purse in addition to my old fashioned note-pad where I write down my ideas. Back up back up back up, I guess is the lesson huh? Live and learn. Damned Blackberries. I'd stick with raspberries from now on.
Just found your blog - some great posts! And Meg of course is the star!
I have such a moldy oldy phone (five years and counting) that people look at me really strange whenever I take it out to answer.
Cute pic.
Makes me wonder what she's trying to say. :D
Meg looks like she's thinking of doing something naughty in this picture...maybe she's the one who broke your blackberry?
So sorry for the loss of your brilliant ideas! Maybe they'll all come back one day. I feel your pain. My blackberry is a fickle mistress.
Your Blackberry went on to bigger & better things. Who knew that your humble technology could be used to summon Spider-Man or save the world from a Power Ranger Nemesis attack?
In other words, Luke loves it.
I love that baby of yours. She is a delight & her "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" is a joy to hear every morning when I drop Luke at Mom & Dad's house.
I gave up my crackberry a few months ago. After the shaking and withdrawels stopped, I'm liking it. I've been considering an iPhone though cuz its just so durn kewl.
Like I've said before, you can copy a page of the phone book for your post, but as long as you add a picture of your daughter, they will come ...
I don't know where my mobile phone is and never use it, I obviously really have no life!
Cute photo!
I keep my blog topics in a notebook. Of course, I can't find the darn notebook most of the time.
She's adorable!
Here, I'll help you fill in your newly empty calendar. You are supposed to bring box wine to my house over the July 4th weekend. I didn't want you to feel bad for forgetting. But since I DID have to remind you, you had better make it two boxes.
Based on the death rattle my iPod Touch gave me most of the day yesterday, and the way this laptop I'm now churns, I'm starting to distrust technology like some kind of crotchety senior citizen. This is why I scratch blog ideas onto pieces of scrap paper. Unfortunately, by the time I find them again, I can't read a damn thing I wrote so I end up writing about butt songs. Seriously, where's my book deal, yo?
I paid $10 for my phone at Target. BOOYAH. I have no frills. Just a phone. I love it. I can't imagine having whistles and stuff jammed all up in there.
Look how BIG SHE IS! How gorgeous! OMW!
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