Tale of the Incredibly Shrinking Cell Phone
I’m severely dating myself here but I remember the days when a girl actually hung around her house, keeping the phone line free, waiting for a boy to call. Downright primitive, I know. No cell phones, pagers, BlackBerrys, text messages, e-mails, answering machines, or even call waiting – never mind friending someone on Facebook.
We got our first answering machine when I was looking for my first job and had sent out a bunch of resumes. (My sister-in-law complained about talking into the “idiot box.”) Soon after, the cell phone came on the scene. My first was the size of the laptop I am typing this on. I went on to graduate to a smaller one the size of an overstuffed wallet, and then an even smaller one the size of a bunch of credit cards.
The upshot of all this miniaturization of telephone technology? I am positively addicted to staying in touch. And while I don’t have one of those little ear phone gizmos that make it look like you’re talking into your shirt collar or are a member of the PTA Secret Service (“CODE RED ALERT: Class mom scouting for pumpkin scooping volunteers sighted cruising in the canned vegetable aisle!”), it’s only because I can’t figure out how to use it without impaling my earlobe with a huggie (the earring, not the diaper).
Besides, I figure if I wait long enough, cell phones will become so miniscule that I’ll be able to implant one in a chandelier (again, the earring, not the lighting fixture). And then I'll never have to scoop pumpkin goop ever again.
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Do he really love me?will we ever get back together?
will we get back together?Do she really love me,or is in love with me?
but the good thing about cell phones is, you can look on the bill and see who the kids have been talking to (the tramp, ho, or the perverbial bad boy), provided you first snoop their contacts lists on their cell phones when they are in the shower. I know, I have to get a life, but so far, my kids have stayed outta trouble.
hey kmcp you're not alone...if more people kept track of their kids, we might not have to watch ours so closely.
