Cell Phone, I Don't Want to Die

If you recall, my number one pet peeve is when someone throws trash out of a car window.  Right up there with it is when someone is texting/browsing the Internet and driving.  I don't want to die. 

So, the other day when I noticed my husband conspicuously pulling his cell phone out of his pocket, I kindly, but assertively reminded him that he loves me and doesn't want me to die in a tragic car accident because he got a Facebook notification.

In response he did this-

I could have thrown that iPhone out of the car window.   

Oh iPhone- How you Dazzle Me

I am going to attempt to blog with my iPhone but cannot promise clear and precise sentences because my fingers tend to hit the wrong letters inadvertently.  I have only owned this phone for a few weeks, but I find that it has the potential to consume my every thought.  Hence this post which was composed on my phone.  I couldn't help myself.

While sitting next to my mother, who was talking about something inconsequential (I can't remember), I realized I had been daydreaming about the phone. I knew exactly where it was in my purse, I remembered the last site I visited and I had an overwhelming urge to hold it.

It was sickening.

I admitted my obsession to my brother and mother. The iPhone has changed my life, I said. Traveling across the globe, changing me?  That is nothing compared to this technology.

Now if you will excuse me.  I am going to check my voicemail.

The Man Knows That My Feet Smell

I have a theory.  I am asking that you test it out and let me know if I am correct.

Here it is:

     I believe that one of the best self-analysis tools is to look at the advertisements that pop up on your computer screen while you are surfing Twitter, Facebook or pretty much any site.

Whatever appears is based on what you write about and the web sites that you visit frequently.  My most recent ads were:

1) The Economist Magazine
2) Earn your Masters from a School in Seattle
3) Online Photography Degrees
4) Global Experience- What are you doing next summer?

What we spend time doing, reading and saying is a good gauge as to who we truly are on the inside. Oh, so deep.

Let us pause and ponder these things.

I bet that the ads on the right side of the page at this moment are related to your interests and the sites that you spend time perusing.  Am I right?

Food for thought.  It is kind of disturbing that the advertising folks may understand more about me than my neighbor. I didn't quite know what to think when I saw advertisements about how to fix smelly feet.  What are "they" trying to tell me?

Facebook Addiction Disorder (FAD)

I will admit that when I first heard about Facebook I refused to join it. But now I am among the mass throngs of people who spend their days thinking about the next moment they can be on the computer because they have an awesome status update. Facebook Addiction Disorder is real. Google it. I dare you.

My sister Audra is a pro at taking photos of herself. She can hold the camera in perfect position so her face is in the frame every time. Over the past two years I have become a Facebook, photo-taking machine.

But for some reason looking at these photos outside the confines of Bookface is slightly embarrassing. How did I ever think this was normal?

"I am really happy and I tilt my head to project that happiness."



You should know I am "Pensive. Thoughtful. Serious."



"I dream while I am awake."



I am not truly a FAD sufferer but the funny thing is, as soon as I am finished typing this post, I will check my Facebook. I may even take another picture.