Technology is Not Always Better

I supposedly have predictive text on my phone, but it doesn't ever know what I want to say. Just now I tried to tell my sister I have chicken salad and corn on cob, but I told her instead that I have children salad and corn on bob. Sounds a little macabre. mhwaaa haaaa haaa haaa.

I think I would like all these new gadgets that you, my friends, tell me about. Maybe someday when I have an income to spend and a private tutor to teach me how to use them I will get caught up. For now, here are some of my own definitions:

bluetooth: what my grandma always gets on her dentures when she chews blue gum

iPhone: what iDo when I've wasted too much time trying to text

blackberry: the only thing I have planted in my yard right now.

mp3: what I could use more of with my children--my privacy, my pride, and my patience

smart phone: what they created to make up for dumb users

PDA: One of the top 10 "no no's" at youth camp: public display of affection

twitter: somehow related to the little birdie with the yellow bill, but I'm not sure how

lol: lots of love

<3: I just figured out this didn't mean "less than 3."

instant message: what you have to leave if you ever try to call my home phone

flat screen: what's about to become of my big "ole" television since everything is digital and I don't get any channels any more.

flash drive: what the women in my family do when they try to change their clothes on their way to work

laptop: where my children sit to cuddle with me

It's not so bad, you know--talking to people the old-fashioned way. At least I still remember how to spell words and where to put punctuation--mostly. I'm afraid it is all slipping away for the next generation. But I still feel like I need to hurry and catch up before I lose touch completely and embarrass my children. So 4 now, ttyl, my bff's. lol.