Tag: conversations

  • Dumb Phone Update

    So, it has been quite a while since you have heard from me. I’ve got a lot going on, but I’ve been having a difficult time typing any of it out.

    Anyhow, here is a quick one, partly because somebody asked recently what happened with the experiment where I gave up my smart phone for a month. I am into my tenth month without a smart phone. Some people see that as a success, but most of my very techie friends see it as a massive fail. People who knew me prior to the experiment, and haven’t seen me since, probably find the idea of me sitting there without a phone near constantly in my hands, a surprising thing. I have so little to use my opposable thumbs for now.

    In many ways it is great, however there have been drawbacks, and I am about to embark on a very busy several months that might be helped by a smart phone, so I’ve been looking again. As I explained before, I really want certain things in a phone. What I most want is a 5 row physical QWERTY keyboard, with defined keys, in a wide format, and I want the phone to work. Also, I want the plan to not be offensively expensive, and I want the provider to only piss me off mildly. I am asking way too much.

    Anyhow, I am researching phones, and one of the friends who has been most frustrated by my more restricted communication availability happens to have an iPhone that is on a plan, but isn’t in use. It is just sitting there. The phone was offered to me, and I turned it down, because I don’t get along well with touch screens, so I need (first world problems) want something with a physical keyboard.

    A few days later, I realized that was asinine. I should at least give it a try. So, I am currently borrowing an iPhone. Only two people have the number, the friend whose phone it is, and my kid.

    The kid texted me to find out if I needed anything from the store. I tried and tried and tried to reply to her, and it wasn’t going well. Finally I sent her 3 messages. She responded by calling me.

    Here are the three messages:

    1. Ing xanod dupe on thhos thigh
    2. Oh gps cannot atop laiidnff
    3. Halo

    You can submit what you think I am trying to type in comments. It’s like the crappiest contest ever. Maybe I’ll text the winner.

    She texts, “Turn on auto-correct and then type. That would be fun.”

    I replied, “Aiyocotrdcy I’d on”

    “Perfect.” She responds.

    I did a screen cap of this exchange, and I would post that, but this is an original iPhone which did not allow the sending of photos via MMS, and I haven’t been able to set up my own email through the phone because I cannot get my password typed into it correctly.

    It’s awesome, right?

  • Ways to annoy your teen #143953

    Teen: Can you get out the milk?
    Me: *gets milk out of the fridge and holds it up for teen to see* Yes. *puts milk back in fridge*
    Teen: *makes disgusted noise*

  • it takes a village

    Today we left the house.

    *shudder*

    We were driving along and passed a street called Friendship Village Rd.

    kid: Do you want to go to Friendship Village?
    me: No.
    kid: But it sounds nice and friendly.
    me: I want to visit Mind Your Own Fucking Business Village.
    kid: THAT really wouldn’t be a “village” then.
    me: Mind your own business.
    kid: *silence*

  • My Maternal Instincts

    I do not feel great.

    Sinus Pressure

    Achy

    Icky

    *sigh*

    Kid also does not feel great.

    Kid shuffles over to me, looking sleepy and puffy and blah.

    kid: Am I hot?
    me: I’m not sure. There’s a website. We could post a photo and let people vote.
    kid: *gives me a look* No.
    me: *feels kid’s forehead* No. You seem normal.
    kid: I feel hot.
    me: You sure about the photo?
    kid: Please, no.
    me: hrmph

    Even when I am feeling icky, it is the little things that keep me going.

  • eavesdropping

    I went out to breakfast by myself this morning. I normally try to avoid paying too much attention to what other people are talking about, because I prefer to pretend I am alone in the world after some sort of armageddon, but I do not always succeed in this fantasy.

    A teenage boy and his father sat at the table right next to mine. The boy looked to be about 16, and something about the way he phrased things and his speech pattern reminded me a lot of the kid, so I began to half listen, because it was familiar and comforting. They were waiting for a couple of other people to join them, and making bits of smalltalk, mostly about what to order.

    Then the father asked “How is [girl’s name]?” And the boy said, “Fine,” in that age old teenage way that could mean anything from she is totally amazing to she died 5 weeks ago, and I’ve already forgotten her.

    Then there was a pause.

    And the boy said, “I don’t know, Dad. Sometimes, it just seems like it is so hard to talk to her. It is like I have to PRY things out of her. I have to ask all these questions because the conversation just doesn’t happen easily and feel comfortable. I don’t really like it. I WANT it to be different. I can’t exactly say that to her. I can’t tell her that I wish our conversations felt more comfortable, because that will just upset her and I don’t want to do that.”

    There was a longer pause and the boy was looking intently at his father.

    Finally his father said, “Yeah, uh, conversations can be difficult. I’ll be right back.” He got up and went to the bathroom.

    The boy sat for a few beats, and then pulled out his cell phone and started texting.

    I wanted to cry into my coffee.

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  • Anyone have a taser I can borrow?

    Me: teens are invading my house
    Me: well at least one is
    Me: and that feels a lot like way too many
    Friend: ew
    Me: it also means I have to put on pants
    Friend: if you stop buying pants
    Friend: eventually
    Friend: you won’t have any to put on
    Me: and then I could refuse to allow the teens over, for their sake, and legal reasons
    Me: teen is IMing me telling me he is heading over soon
    Me: guess he did not forget
    Friend: wth, you let BOYS in???
    Me: well
    Me: they like video games
    Me: and make less noise
    Me: and they talk about clothes and boys less
    Me: they smell worse…
    Me: and eat more
    Me: it is a toss up
    Me: woohoo
    Me: I put on pants – and now, not only am I less embarrassing to my daughter for when her friend arrives.
    Me: I found $25 cash in the pocket!
    Friend: hmm
    Friend: maybe I should put pants on
    Me: these are like the best pants ever
    Friend: really
    Me: of course the teen instigator of this pant wearing
    Me: will eat more than $25 worth of food
    Friend: don’t feed him
    Friend: they just keep coming back if you feed them
    Me: don’t you think he might become dangerous if I don’t feed him?
    Friend: keep a taser handy