One of the best things about living in New England is that I got Columbus Day off of work and so did my boyfriend. We spent a very fun, but tiring, weekend up in VT visiting his aunt and her family. We had fun exploring, via car and walking, hence the tiring part. Just as we were getting in the car to come back to MA, I dropped my phone. I always drop my phone. Usually not from very high up or on carpet or another semi-soft surface, and it has somehow managed to survive. This time, I dropped it on a gravel driveway. Good-bye phone.
So Tuesday morning, I show my boss and a co-worker my very sad looking iPhone with it's very cracked screen. Ok, not just cracked, but the spider-web looking crack that you would normally see on windshields. I see the AT&T store opens at nine, which is the usual time for me running out to get coffee (I've been at work since 8, so I need coffee). I grab my coffee and run across the street to the replace the phone.
Now, my two year contract with AT&T is up in Dec. and I was planning on upgrading the phone then, but I was torn. Do I stay with the iPhone or do I convert to a Droid? I thought I had two months to figure it out...nope...now.
I went with a Droid. I'm not going to tell you the model, just because I don't want any comparisons...so there.
We had problems connecting to each other from the start. Which shocked me really, because I have always been able to adapt really quickly to a new piece of technology. I think technology is fun, they are toys, and I can make them do anything!!! Bwhahaha....*ahem*...nope. Not this time. Getting older sucks. I now know what my mom feels like when she is trying to use something as simple as the new version of excel....
After a few days, I got most of the little issues out of the way and was thinking that I might stay with the Droid. Then last night, I used the phone to surf the web. I hated my phone. HATED it. Out of all the bells and whistles...it was the browser that let me down. I had gotten so used to a search bar being available from any website I was on. It's not just the iPhone's fault, my computer has a toolbar that does the same thing. I need that search bar. I refuse to change....
I'm getting older...please note not old...just older. I refuse to change. It's not that I can't change...I am just refusing to. There is something out there allows me not to change, so I'm going back to it.
15 October 2010
27 August 2010
What's in a name...
My sister just had a baby. A very cute (ok, so I currently have one picture but I'm the aunt damn it!) little girl. They named her Ellery. It's a really cute name, but not too common. So, as any good auntie who adores the quirky and unique, I started to look for geeky baby clothes (the onsies with 'come to the dark side, we have cookies' or ninja vs pirates). Somehow my internet of cute gifts ended up with me looking for famous or semi-famous people with the name Ellery.
Thank you wikipedia.
I came up with six. Five are men, which of course is forgivable since Ellery started out being a boys name, like Paige, Whitney, Hilary, Dana, etc. But the thing I noticed most, is that none of these Ellerys (and one is a fictional man) are strictly white-bread traditional.
The first Ellery listed comes close. He was an Olympian, but he was also an author (19 books, one was turned into a movie: Caribbean [1952]), amongst other things...you can read the article for more info.
Next comes, a jazz musician. A saxophonist to be precise. Then a rugby player. Oh, what a fun sport to watch. You have to be drinking to watch this sport. I think it is in the rule book actually.
Then comes the only female of the group; an American snowboarder. She didn't quite make the Olympic team this year. Looking over her record, I give her good odds of making it in another four years.
The fifth Ellery listed is a physicist, who is noted for winning a Supreme Court case against his high school. His high school said that all students were required to read the bible during homeroom. He, with the support of his father and ACLU, challenged that requirement. He won...five years after graduating high school, but he won.
The final is my favorite and he's not even real. Ellery Queen. A fictional detective who first appeared in 1929. His authors (two cousins) put a page in near the end of the book telling the reader that they have seen all the clues that Ellery has, and can they solve the crime/mystery. You get a chance to solve the crime before he reveals it. How cool is that! I am a fan of Sherlock Holmes but Sir Arthur Conan Doyle never gave us all the clues and made us feel a bit like Watson sometimes, a little slow on the uptake. The series continues and eventually the books are published with Ellery Queen, the fictional detective, as the author. A neat trick. You should read the wikipedia article, if you enjoy the detective stories from the 30's to the mid-60's.
Ok, back to my point...yes I had one and you let me ramble. Shame on you. My sister and her husband just gave their brand new little child, their first-born, a name that seems to go hand in hand with personality traits that read like a thesaurus entry for unique; distinctive, unconventional, individual, original, march to the beat of a different drummer...
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
It's good to be the auntie...
Thank you wikipedia.
I came up with six. Five are men, which of course is forgivable since Ellery started out being a boys name, like Paige, Whitney, Hilary, Dana, etc. But the thing I noticed most, is that none of these Ellerys (and one is a fictional man) are strictly white-bread traditional.
The first Ellery listed comes close. He was an Olympian, but he was also an author (19 books, one was turned into a movie: Caribbean [1952]), amongst other things...you can read the article for more info.
Next comes, a jazz musician. A saxophonist to be precise. Then a rugby player. Oh, what a fun sport to watch. You have to be drinking to watch this sport. I think it is in the rule book actually.
Then comes the only female of the group; an American snowboarder. She didn't quite make the Olympic team this year. Looking over her record, I give her good odds of making it in another four years.
The fifth Ellery listed is a physicist, who is noted for winning a Supreme Court case against his high school. His high school said that all students were required to read the bible during homeroom. He, with the support of his father and ACLU, challenged that requirement. He won...five years after graduating high school, but he won.
The final is my favorite and he's not even real. Ellery Queen. A fictional detective who first appeared in 1929. His authors (two cousins) put a page in near the end of the book telling the reader that they have seen all the clues that Ellery has, and can they solve the crime/mystery. You get a chance to solve the crime before he reveals it. How cool is that! I am a fan of Sherlock Holmes but Sir Arthur Conan Doyle never gave us all the clues and made us feel a bit like Watson sometimes, a little slow on the uptake. The series continues and eventually the books are published with Ellery Queen, the fictional detective, as the author. A neat trick. You should read the wikipedia article, if you enjoy the detective stories from the 30's to the mid-60's.
Ok, back to my point...yes I had one and you let me ramble. Shame on you. My sister and her husband just gave their brand new little child, their first-born, a name that seems to go hand in hand with personality traits that read like a thesaurus entry for unique; distinctive, unconventional, individual, original, march to the beat of a different drummer...
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
It's good to be the auntie...
22 June 2010
The mom purse
I am not a mom, but this past weekend my boyfriend managed, with one simple act, to turn my purse into a 'mom purse.'
We all know what a mom purse is. It's the most real world application to a bag of holding we may ever see. How our moms and our friends who are moms got that much...stuff...into a purse was always a mystery and why...
After babysitting for many years, I now know why; because you never know. You never know when you are going to need a swimmie diaper in the dead of winter. You never know when you are going to need six extra sets of keys. You never know when you will need those double A batteries. You just never know.
My best friend is always prepared. I have used that swimmie diaper in the dead of winter. To tire out an active toddler at the hotel in our neighborhood. In fact, the purse was prepared and I wasn't; I had to run back to my apartment and get my swimsuit, but the kid and purse were prepared. And those double A batteries, are really handy when a new toy is purchased or given as a gift and those big eyes look up at you and ask you to 'fix it'. My best friend is a great mom with great kids, who know that in their mom's purse is everything they may need to survive (sippy cups and granola bars, along with the iphone that has their favorite games)
My mom had all these keys. I still don't know what they are for. She says she does, but sometimes I think she just guesses. She does have fingernail clippers, business cards of businesses in another city (car shops, jewelers, furniture stores, etc.), gum and a small screwdriver set. She would always clean her purse out after a long trip (usually once a month). I would watch as all the garbage that had accumulated, from my sister and I (sorry mom), was tossed. Then I would watch her put everything back in after some thought of 'do I really need this.' The answer would usually be 'yes' and soon everything was neatly packed away. Neat and tidy until the next time my sister or I needed those fingernail clippers, or the screwdriver set to tighten the screws on our glasses.
Back to this past weekend. We were going out for an afternoon play and then dinner afterward. I wasn't even carrying a very big purse. Just large enough for my little change purse I use as a wallet, my phone, my T pass (subway card), and a bottle of water. Yes, I was carrying a bottle of water, it was hot and muggy out and I can get cranky if I don't have anything to drink. We got to the play and they had food. Yay! After munching on this afternoon snack, he turned my cute little stylish purse into the mom purse. He took the extra napkins and put them in my purse. There was room, but really? He didn't want to throw them away and since we were on a bench and not at a table, just leaving them there was not an option in his mind. So throughout the play and dinner afterward (playbill now in purse as well), I had a mini-stack of napkins in my purse. I laughed and joked with him about what he did, but frankly if he does this again...I'm gonna need a bigger purse.
We all know what a mom purse is. It's the most real world application to a bag of holding we may ever see. How our moms and our friends who are moms got that much...stuff...into a purse was always a mystery and why...
After babysitting for many years, I now know why; because you never know. You never know when you are going to need a swimmie diaper in the dead of winter. You never know when you are going to need six extra sets of keys. You never know when you will need those double A batteries. You just never know.
My best friend is always prepared. I have used that swimmie diaper in the dead of winter. To tire out an active toddler at the hotel in our neighborhood. In fact, the purse was prepared and I wasn't; I had to run back to my apartment and get my swimsuit, but the kid and purse were prepared. And those double A batteries, are really handy when a new toy is purchased or given as a gift and those big eyes look up at you and ask you to 'fix it'. My best friend is a great mom with great kids, who know that in their mom's purse is everything they may need to survive (sippy cups and granola bars, along with the iphone that has their favorite games)
My mom had all these keys. I still don't know what they are for. She says she does, but sometimes I think she just guesses. She does have fingernail clippers, business cards of businesses in another city (car shops, jewelers, furniture stores, etc.), gum and a small screwdriver set. She would always clean her purse out after a long trip (usually once a month). I would watch as all the garbage that had accumulated, from my sister and I (sorry mom), was tossed. Then I would watch her put everything back in after some thought of 'do I really need this.' The answer would usually be 'yes' and soon everything was neatly packed away. Neat and tidy until the next time my sister or I needed those fingernail clippers, or the screwdriver set to tighten the screws on our glasses.
Back to this past weekend. We were going out for an afternoon play and then dinner afterward. I wasn't even carrying a very big purse. Just large enough for my little change purse I use as a wallet, my phone, my T pass (subway card), and a bottle of water. Yes, I was carrying a bottle of water, it was hot and muggy out and I can get cranky if I don't have anything to drink. We got to the play and they had food. Yay! After munching on this afternoon snack, he turned my cute little stylish purse into the mom purse. He took the extra napkins and put them in my purse. There was room, but really? He didn't want to throw them away and since we were on a bench and not at a table, just leaving them there was not an option in his mind. So throughout the play and dinner afterward (playbill now in purse as well), I had a mini-stack of napkins in my purse. I laughed and joked with him about what he did, but frankly if he does this again...I'm gonna need a bigger purse.
10 June 2010
Did I really just send that...
I sent my boss an email. "I hate you...you make my head hurt." Yep...ok, no. I deleted the "I hate you" part before I sent it.
He sends back this:
He sends back this:
Ah, so this is what it's like to work with people with my sense of humor...
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