Feel The Evolution
I finally did it.
I turned my non-picture taking/receiving, non-keyboard, non-cool status, barely better then a walkie talkie 5 year old phone in and got a Blackberry Curve something or other.
The 20 year old sales clerk was all, and I quote, “Whooaaa, like seriously, according to your account you’ve had that phone for 5 years, we give credits ya know, as in it wouldn’t have cost you anything to upgrade.” ~ Ya, Whatever
Sprint doesn’t have iphones, so I settled for a Blackberry ~ It does have gizmo’s and I’ve only figured out 5 out of 30+ built in applications. I’m sure those other applications have some cool potential, but for now I’m just happy I can:
1) make and receive calls
2) text
3) twitter
4) take a picture and send it
5) Receive emails and painstakingly plink baby keyboard emails
Such advancements in my technological evolution have me feeling like Alexander Graham Bell must have felt when his first telephone connection crackled over the airwaves. I feel like I freakin rock. Sadly, it appears everyone else is already on the cell phone parade so basically I’m the only one truly impressed these days. Evidently, waving around a smartphone doesn’t score any ohhs and ahhs anymore, which is just fine because I ooh and ahh over the new girl enough to give it a complex.
When I first got the phone and was fiddling with it compulsively, someone who shall remain un-named (cough, husband) asked, “Are you going to turn into one of those people who are on their phone all the time?” to which I responded, “I’m the one who had a 5 year old phone, I hardly think I’m a cell phone junkie. Today I just want to figure out all the bells and whistles, that’s all” Yup, I’m still eating those words……….
I’ve decided getting a smartphone is like introducing a newborn baby into the house. High Maintenance!!! The thing is always beeping and singing and crying for my attention. Beep ~ new email ~ Beep ~ text message ~ Beep ~ picture mail Beep ~ phone call ~ Beep ~ news update ~ Beep ~ come change my diaper all these messages are piling up and I’m getting uncomfortable BEEP
So today, on this early morning, with my Blackberry sleeping peacefully beside me only burping the occasional BEEP out, I’ll admit, I’m hooked. A Crackberry whore, waiting for her next beep hit, addicted. I feel completely aligned with the times and up to date now. My official mainstream integration is complete. Rebecca Anne is a loyal slave Mama to the cell phone influence for which there is no escape. Now I just need to figure out what to do with the jealous Papa…….
Him: “Are you going to be on that blackberry every time we get in the car?”
Me: “It keeps beeping, it needs me!”
Him: BEEP BEEP, goes the car horn-
Me: “Ya, ok, fine,” tucking Miss Blackberry safely back into her pouch, “point heard loud and clear. Geshh”
Mark my history books.
The invasion of the cell phone body snatchers has gotten another, ME ~
