hee! I knew I liked him.

I cut my parents a little bit of slack on the answering when they're busy thing. I think they've had so many scares with me over the last few years that they're afraid they'll be "unavailable" when I really need them. But, then I feel stupid when I call to have a little afternoon chat, and I've been chatting away about my day for five minutes and then dad says, "Sweetie, I'm at a center doing a visit. Can I call you when I get home?"

Yeah, and why didn't you say that to begin with?

I don't mind talking on the phone; I just think there's a time and a place to do so. During dinner? Not the time. In the bathroom? Not the place. My cell is generally off--I pretty much have it in case my car breaks down at 2 am or suchlike.

Preface: This is not a bitch about IT people. This is just a general bitch about the state of my computer issues.

My hard drive kicked it on Friday. Dead dead dead, butry it, put a fork in it, done. It's out of warranty, so they ordered me a new one - it'll be here on the 13th. No big. I can make do with someone else's desk - she's on maternity leave. But for whatever reason, her computer won't log into my default inbox in Outlook and my IT person says she doesn't have time to try to fix it. I don't care really, except I have to access my email from the web and I really don't like it. I don'thave any of my saved addresses.

pout.

I hate the cell phone culture and the fact that I am expected to be within phone reach of everyone and anyone. I keep my cell phone off unless I am expecting calls, or meeting up with people. I hate the phone. I am totally grumpy regarding this. (and in many other aspects)

Christopher? Is that you????

Possibly, but I think it's me as well.

I've talked on the cell in the bathroom once...to MUCH mocking from my mom and SIL. We were in NH at a concert my brother was in. I had dropped Emily off nearby to help a friend move. Well, during the concert, Emily had made a trip to the new house in Vermont. And they ended up just staying there. They were out in the middle of nowhere, and her cell phone didn't work. As a matter of fact, only one cell phone, from everyone there, worked...and only if you stood on this box and stretched yourself to the sky.

So, Emily was trying to explain this to me as I was sitting on the toilet and my mom and SIL laughed and laughed.

So, I TRY not to judge people who are on the cell phone in the bathroom. But, it's hard.

Huh...have nothing to offer about that, but the Insomnia Fairy stopped by my house and let me find out Nick at Nite is starting a Mad About You marathon tonight. Which made me happy, but probably not as much as you.ETA: I think about them every time somebody bores me and I play with my hair. Because Jamie and I have the same tell. Also every time I read "Estes Kefauver"(Not that he comes up often, but still.)

I hate the cell phone culture and the fact that I am expected to be within phone reach of everyone and anyone. I keep my cell phone off unless I am expecting calls, or meeting up with people. I hate the phone. I am totally grumpy regarding this. (and in many other aspects)

Christopher? Is that you????

Heh. I was going to post, "Is that me?"

I've had trouble with my anti-cell attitude, because the kids are in school. At first, I didn't put my cell phone number on the emergency contact cards, because I don't turn it on, and I know most people around here seem to be cell phone lovers. I can have a voice mail for months, and not know it.

I finally gave the number to the school last year, and at least twice, they've tried to call me (for non-emergencies, thankfully) didn't get an answer at home, but so they left their message on the cell phone voice mail. The emergency card really is a card, not a place to write up an explanation of which number is best to reach me at.

Now I try to remember to turn it on if I'm going anywhere, just in case, but mostly, I hate it.

We have a phone in our car. It came with the car as part of the On-Star contraption, and X calling minutes came with it, as well. The phone is all voice-commands and hands free.

A few afternoons, when I've arrived at the school early, I've called dh, just to kill time. One day, it dawned on me that it looked like I was just sitting in my car, having animated conversations, all by myself. So now, what do I do? I still call him on the handsfree car phone, but I hold my regular cell phone up to my ear, in case someone is walking by. t /dork

Christopher? Is that you????

Possibly, but I think it's me as well.

Christopher? Is that you????

Heh. I was going to post, "Is that me?"

*snerk*

I hold my regular cell phone up to my ear, in case someone is walking by.

You are a dork, no offense intended. I think with the teeny bluetooth headsets these days, it's getting more and more common to see people who look like they're talking to themselves.

I wouldn't sweat it.