Text me, maybe

When it comes to cellphones, don't call me. Text me. 

I've got the cheapest plan out there. I can text all I want, but when it comes to calling, I've only have 50 minutes to spare. 

And that's okay with me because I hardly use my cellphone to communicate with the outside world. It's only for emergencies. These days, the only person I seem to text is my husband. We talk about mundane stuff, such as, Can you get some margarine at the grocery store? Oh yeah, we need ham, too. I'd rather have artificial vanilla extract instead of the real thing because I'm cheap like that. Thanks!

I'm starting to enjoy texting. Instead of pressing one button on the keypad multiple times to get a letter like I had to do on my old phone, I've got an virtual keyboard at my disposal. I think the text bubbles are really cute. Reminds me of VH1's Pop Up Video. 

I really should have made the switch to a smart phone years ago. Now I've just got to find more people to text with. 

Technologically inept

I'm technologically inept. I was hoping to amaze you all with some awesome after-a-thunderstorm flooding photos I took with my cell phone last night, but unfortunately it won't co-operate. After waiting for it to install drivers, I still can't figure out how to take photos off the darn thing. Not impressed. Obviously I'm not computer  or cell phone savvy. 

To make a long story short, we had a huge downpour of rain yesterday and it flooded the intersection. Not as badly as last year, but bad enough that cars had a difficult time getting through the intersection. 

So I leave you with a photo I took last year after one of two major thunderstorms that flooded said intersection. 

Crazy eh? 

On life support

Rest in peace little Motorola flip phone. You did good.

My five-year-old Motorola cell phone is slowly dying. I've known this for a month. Two weeks ago things looked to be improving when it could hold a charge for more than a day. Must have been a blip as now its capacity to hold any kind of charge is 12 hours max.

It's on life support. In order for it to work I've got to plug it in on a regular basis. This is no way for a cell phone to live out its remaining days. I realized this morning enough was enough and it was time to take action on the cellphone front. 

Old cheapo here (meaning me) bit the bullet and bought a new phone. I went to my current cell phone provider and had abysmal results. System was down. Told to come back later. Customer service lacking. I immediately had flash backs to five years ago when I had to replace my old phone because of a malfunction. I remember getting horrible customer service then. Things haven't changed in five years.

Getting all huffy, I went to the mall, talked to a discount cell phone provider, walked out with a smartphone and no contract. No contract! Yay for me. The last time I signed a contract I swore no more contracts. Contracts are horrible and I no longer wanted to be a slave to them, despite the carrot any cell phone company dangled in front of me.

So now I've got a new phone that doesn't require me to press a phone button multiple times in order for me to text. I may be able to text like a pro. Or not. But at least I will be able to text without swearing under my breath.