Try on Thursday

This is my new phone.

Nokia Lumia 710. Reviewers says it's built for those who have yet to experience a Smartphone (aka me.) The phone has a bell and some whistles. Just not quite like some of those real hi-falutin' phones. I am not sure what I will do with the stuff this phone DOES have.

Nonetheless, I will try to tinker, tailor my Nokia Lumia it to my personal specs.

And if that doesn't work? I have at least two young ladies, born in the mid to late 80's, who volunteered their help.

Stay tuned.

Yep. Si. Oui.

I got a cell phone tonight.
I am still shocked how smooth the sale went.
Carlo, the sweet and cute young man in the T-Mobile store,
Who sold me the phone showed me everything about it
I was just in awe with the stuff that's on
This less than a half inch thick phone:
Microsoft Office, GPS, and of course the camera
Really? Technology.
And where is this phone right now?
In its box.
I have learned how to shut the phone OFF.
Tomorrow I will read the direction booklet
As for right now tho, ice cream awaits...
Stay tuned.

Phone Phun

Not.

I did not stop by the phone store to pick up a phone, or change my TV and internet service. I just was not in the mood. Who wants to hear what I should get, when it wasn't what I wanted? I just want to pick out a phone and just be done with it. So no stop there. At least not tonight.

Technology is something. Who ever thought a phone could do what it can do? I am still so old school I think a phone should just ring. No need for a GPS, just get a map.

The good thing in all this--I realized I could get cell phone discounts thru my employer. I spent most of the day trying to read and figure out the website where I could get these discounts.

Let's just say, another is another day.

Monday Stuff

Decided to join the 21st century (12 years late) by the toss of my land line phone. Forget the fact I have not had a dial tone for close to two weeks or so on said land line. I refuse to pay a tech to make a house call and dish out out dough. I already know the only one of my three jacks is jacked.

....and with a new hi falutin' cell phone I could Facebook anyway and anytime I want.

So I did comparison shop. I am amazed if a phone even rings anymore. Seems like an afterthought. I cannot see spending hundreds of dollars on a phone. So I am not. I remember when I had to carry a dime for the pay phone! I was told I could keep my home phone number. Might take a couple days--yet it is possible. Happy there. I think I found a phone. I have Plan B if need be. Feel pretty good of my possible choice.

Maybe this whole 21st century won't be so bad after all.

Stay tuned.

Three Rings and I'm Busy...

Yes, cell phones are forever part of lives. Gone are the days my Mom and Dad made sure I had a dime the pay phone—just in case of emergencies. Cell phones are wonderful for being there when life throws you a curve—good and bad.

OK. I get that.

What about the non-emergencies? Like the woman carrying stuff in both hands, her head tilted to the left because she’s holds her cell phone in place. She spoke of her new hair color experimentation that night. While in a movie theatre, as the feature began, the young beside me pulled his phone from his pocket, text, and put it away-several times. I asked if something was wrong. Oh no, he said, just in a chat room. The look I ‘text’d’ him told him to log out. He did. My biggest peeve—non-emergency cell phone wise-is while in a restroom stall. Getting the nitty gritty of what's for tonight's dinner or what the man did and didn’t do, from over the stalls' walls.

Yes, these probably are emergencies to the folks on the phones.

OK, I get that.

My friends will remind me this ain’t 1968. But then what about when I think someone is talking to me and I respond? Only to realize they’re responding to a conversation on the phone—clipped to their ear.

To me, the phone on ear device resembles a much too big and occasional blinking insect. I’d swat that sucker to the ground. Stomp it into a million bug pieces and then drown it in Raid.

Can anybody spare a dime?

Cougar Cool-Aid

‘Cougar’ has taken on a whole new definition. Not such a strong, gorgeous feline in the forest anymore, but a strong, gorgeous feline who resides in her own habitat, on any given street, in any concrete or non-paved jungle, on any given hemisphere. The cougar, I speak of, is an older feline who has a hanker for younger cubs. You know the celebrity roster: Demi Moore, Joan Collins, Susan Sarandon, Halle Berry and even “Mar” aka Mary Tyler Moore—guess tossing that cap in the air was a good thing! .

What about the everyday woman? Clips coupons. Likes the sales at Target. Watches The Next New Food Network Star? Ya know, like ME?

See, I was told I’m a cougar. Why? Because I have a sweet little crush on this guy. Even though Movie Man is 18 years my senior—we’re more like little brother (one I never wanted) and big sister (when he listens to me). No, I’m talking about this guy from church.

CHURCH?!?!? :)

Calm down.

I don’t think he’s older than 25---if he’s even 25. Early 20-something. When this guy was born—let’s says 1983—I was---well---hmmm…uh…doing things. Chums look at me like I’m nuts (hey no nod of your head! J What can I possibly see in him, they ask? After all, I could have carried him in my belly!

After some ponder: his potential. Hugs ain’t bad either, yet, we’ll stay on topic. His potential. An aura of maturity circles him. Our conversations have centered on writing, and have taken place only in church. Granted, he’s young, with so much more to experience (heck, so do I!) He hasn’t got a clue what’s in store. Yet, from his vibe, I’m confident when he hits life’s bumps in the road—he’ll be able to smooth em out—no problem. I just see it. Know it. Feel it.

My chums shake their head: He’s too young for you! Look, I’m not asking to wear his letter jacket or get married. However, I do wonder how our conversation would be over coffee. To hear his view of the world. Our history making election. His dreams. Then I wonder still, would I be able to carry on a conversation with a guy who never experienced life without computers, cell phones, or gasoline less than a dollar a gallon?

Maybe I could. Maybe I couldn’t. Almost makes me want to find out.

Nonetheless, I see a good man on the horizon. His parents did a good job. His potential. Our future looks even more brilliant with more guys like him at the helm.

If that makes me a cougar---so be it.

Now, if you will excuse me, I need stalk my prey for this night: Blue Bell Coffee Ice Cream.