~Now that I have stepped up my technology stock with the mini-me laptop I was sure this occasion would float me for awhile on an electronic cloud of coolness. I’ve been strutting around the house with my babytop riding solo in my palm, just to make sure everyone noticed that Miss Lovely was my new favorite toy.

So yes, maybe I was shoving it under the noses of my children suggesting they take a sniff of it. Perhaps I was giving permission for them to touch it with a single finger if they wanted a zing of specialness. I might have taunted them with, look, but ya can’t touch teasing, when bam, these high tech kids and all their tech savvy righteousness did a big old smack down on Moms new found glory.

One of them and once again I shall not call the guilty party out by name, said this dart throwing, balloon popping, tech deflating sentence.

Teen: “Seriously, Mom, now that you have a mini-laptop, don’t you think it’s about time you got a phone that isn’t a total embarrassment to the entire race of cell phones?”

Me:” Whats wrong with my cell phone? It rings, I answer it, I talk, I hang up.I can even text on the damn thing!”

Teen: “Ahh, it doesn’t take pictures, it doesn’t go online, it doesn’t play music, it isn’t even pretty. It’s OLD FASHIONED. As for your texting, it takes you 5 minutes to text back on those number keys. Your slow as a snail because you don’t have a keyboard. Come on Mom, on your birthday 3 people sent you picture texts and you asked me how to ‘see’ them. You couldn’t because your phone and your service really sucks. Mom, it’s time to grow up and get with the times, seriously!”

My Next Phone, Cool Eh?

Well bite my phones ass with a good dose of youthful perspective why don’t ya~  

Evidently, I’m still a loser. A mini-laptop might have given me a few inches on the tech ladder, but I’m still a mile behind everyone. It might be time to up my game.

This uncool status isn’t sitting well with me. However, I am afraid that if I upgrade I’ll get hooked on the high of advanced capabilities and then I’ll become a text whore, and an email junkie who dives for her phone anytime it beeps like this man wrote about…..Paul and his entry, Why Can’t I shut Up?  (by the way, if you’re not reading this blog, you are risking uncool status. Not uncool like I am phone tech uncool because I’m told that’s the bottom of the barrel in uncoolness, but blog uncool because his blog is cool and don’t we all want to follow the coolness of a blog on dry ice? Paul, you can pay me my cut later, via paypal, for that pimp job)

Now that I have mini-metop, maybe it is time to go phone global. I’ve been avoiding the phone upgrade for some time now, but how conflicting will it look if I whip my minitop out of my purse and dazzle the people around me. I can imagine the oohhs and ahhs filled with jealousy and admiration, but then my phone would ring and I’d pull it out just to be suddenly surrounded by a round of snickers, laughter and pointing. Not good. Not good at all. Sigh, a new phone…..if I succumb, I could crown myself  Queen of the Tech hill for at least a good week or two until the next latest and greatest tech toy comes out and makes me all antique once again~

Oh La La, I’m feeling it. The clarity of a non-drugged mind. It took me less the 10 minutes to type this and I felt honest to goodness enjoyment in doing so. Folks, I think I’m back. Yay Me…….ehh, lucky you (grin)