Reconnected, Follow Me, and Here We Go!

I’m not sure where that title came from, but it seemed fun and was the first thing that came to mind when deciding to tell y’all that my phone is BACK BABY!!  (Also, this is just some minor insight into how my brain is functioning.)

And that’s exactly what I feel like after having been without it for a mere 31 hours. A giant baby. (Although I still stand by everything I said about being without it and how difficult it was. I fully accept that I’m dependent and that’s that.)

I finally got that sweet thang back last night at 7pm and rejoined the world of tech in all it’s glory. I was stupid giddy with excitement to make my first call to Husband in which I was promptly reminded of how no one else really cared about my phone issues when he didn’t answer. (He called me back but my image of him waiting for me to call was really dissolved quickly. Rightfully so…it’s just a phone, not the lotto.) (Which we may need to win now, thanks to the coffee dip.)

Anyway, having a phone again has made several things much easier. Like texting.  I know you can iMessage from your laptop or your iPad, but not sitting at the stoplight. (I’m not doing it when I drive so please, no lectures. Or tickets.)  And I think what I realized was that in order to shorthand and multitask the way we do now, we do most things on the fly. And use our phones to accomplish this things mid-fly. So can you survive? YES. Will you inevitably do things slower and have to get organized before your trip out? YES AGAIN.  Apparently back in the day we spent way more time figuring out what order to run errands in and where to go first than we actually did running said errands. The future is fast, y’all.

So there it is. Mystery solved. I’ll stop talking about it now.

On another note, I’d like to remind everyone how you can keep up with this fine lil blog if we don’t happen to be friends on Facebook, friends in real life, or if I haven’t texted you (now that I can again) to tell you to check out my new post. Which is desperate and something I would never do.

On the right hand side of the page you can click “Follow Down With Cantaloupe!”  Rocket science.

OR…you can subscribe via email and get a cute lil note every time I post something by clicking on the “Sign Me Up!” button under “Email Subscription.”  Again…simple stuff.

And while we’re on the subject, I would love for you to do this.  It makes me feel good and “liked” which in turn inspires me (writer’s word) to continue blabbing on to you via the interwebs. Earth-shattering literature is what I’m putting out there, folks…and I’d hate for you to miss it.

Finally…there are several small summer trips/adventures coming up so stay tuned as I attempt to remember and document everything!

Y’all have a great Tuesday–which is my Friday this week but don’t be jealous!  😉

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Disconnected.

And I mean for real, y’all.  My iPhone decided to take a little summer dip into my coffee yesterday morning which resulted in some major sailor talk from me and some head shaking from Husband.

Typically when I take time off from work or go on a trip (especially one that involves changing a data plan) I am rarely on my phone. We have a family rule of no social-media’ing (or documenting) a trip while we’re on it.  We like to keep it personal…we take the trip with who we want to be with and we can show everyone where we went later.

So you would think that this would be an easy thing to manage. Everyone in the last 24 hours that I’ve told has said “That must be kind of nice!”  Well you know what it is? Frustrating.  If I were on vacation with all of my peeps I would be just fine. But I’m not and it’s very strange to not have a home phone, desk phone at the office (which I don’t have), or a mobile phone.  Freeing, sure, but a little unnerving at the same time.

It definitely has me thinking back to ye olden days of my youth when having a cell phone wasn’t really a thing.  In fact (now I’m going to age myself), I didn’t have a cell phone until my senior year of high school. And car phones were one of those things that were really expensive and you didn’t make a call unless you wanted to hear your dad say “Ok just tell me where you’re going and let’s get off this damn phone!” They were much like the airphones on planes….and you don’t even want to hear my story about that.  It involves a 2.5 hour flight and chatting with my mother the entire time. Another note: they don’t even have these anymore.

How did we get so attached to being connected?  I grew up my entire youth with my parents not knowing where I was. Or just trusting that I was where I told them I was going. (If you know me…I was.)  So the thought of not being able to reach your child at this point seems totally insane. (Much less your spouse, friends, family, etc.) But the counter thought of someone not old enough to drive having a cell phone also seems crazy to me.

So you can see why it’s very strange for me to be bugging out about not having a phone when half my life I didn’t have one, didn’t know what texting was, and someone not showing up somewhere just meant you had to wait it out.  Or hope that they checked their home answering machine.  Apparently gone are those days, my friends. We are officially slaves to our phones, whether we’d like to admit it or not. (Seriously…if you think you aren’t just drop your phone in the pool and see how you do.)

In other news…well, there really isn’t any.  Something about the Tony’s, and some prisoners escaping, and more FIFA drama. I don’t really know, I don’t have a phone.

TGI…What Day Is It?

I’m going to try to leave my sour mood out of this post and spare y’all on a Friday, which is usually the most awesome day of the week.  Mine has acted WAAAYY too much like a Monday for my taste.  Snarky emails, lots of requests and changes, and lots of brainpower & patience required…of which I’m out.

However, life could be worse.  Your stolen iPhone could lead the cops to your drug stash. BUMMER. Does this guy look like someone who could outsmart Apple? Nay.  Just a tip, if you’re going to be dumb enough to steal an iPhone (or anything for that matter), maybe don’t carry your stash of heroin and drug paraphernalia ON you. There’s a little app called “Find my iPhone” and it did just that.  Police traced the phone to a convenience store and arrested this sharp individual.  Just in case…don’t steal and don’t do drugs. And especially don’t steal a smartphone. They’re actually living up to their names.

Be smart this weekend folks! No one likes a jailbird.

Happy New Year!!!

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1/1/11.  A new year, some new numbers to remember when writing a check (which, do many people even do anymore?), and another new opportunity for great things to come.  Each day really is, but somehow New Years seems to pack a little more of a punch.

For New Years, I’m not going to make any number of resolutions.  Instead, I’m just going to try to be a better me–in any aspect I can do so.  (Here’s where if I had an audio clip it would say “wah wah”–but it’s true, and I mean it.) Seems a little simpler than making a laundry list of things I’ll lose in the Notes on my iPhone and forget to try to look for again.

Here’s to you, here’s to a new year with new beginnings and, God willing, great things!!  Oh, and I’ll definitely be striving to be a better blogger.  Because listen, there’s always going to be a new story…especially when a resolution is at hand.  Maybe tomorrow I’ll tell you about Winnie and her new soft cone.  Yep–2010 went out with a bang for that lady.