This post brought to you by Straight Talk. All opinions are 100% mine.
On a recent hot and sticky day, I stopped at a fueling establishment as respite from a long journe—just a little leg stretching before stuffing weary legs back into the jalopy. The eyes needed some rubbing, as there was a familiar, but oft seen site…a blue sign with a phone receiver in white–or maybe it was light gray. Could it actually be that someone had the foresight to think that someone might not have a cellphone, or it might be out of battery? That and a bottle of Coke to save yourself from the $5 gas station libations is everything you need in your rescue kit.
I walked briskly to the silver box and there was…nothing! The phone had been torn out long ago, and all was left was a shell. So much for public safety. The VintageGent-ette knows she call a friend from one just to say, "Guess where I am calling you from?" And the friend would say, "Is that Charlie Brown's Teacher? Who is this?"
I am so aghast at the $140 cell phone bills that still seem to be out there, I can fully understand why people boycott them. Maybe its only a few of the archaic…but maybe they are practical. You can't seem to just get a "basic" phone anymore. Everything has to stand on its head and mix you a drink. I was surprised to find that Strat Talk actually had a real, genuine $45.00 per month plan that didn't require you to give away naming rights to your children or sign up for a 7.5 year plan. Speaking of naming rights, we all thought Gwyneth Paltrow was looney–not as Looney as Frank Zappa, but perhaps a milizappa for naming her child after a fruit. Perhaps, we just don't know that Steve Jobs got to her and offered her a bundle in brand recognition advertising. Everytime the younger Paltrow is mentioned, surely…it's associative memories. I bet I had you falling for that one hook, line and sinker. Maybe I'll make it onto Snopes.
But I digress. $10 for a refurbished cell phone with all sorts of gee whizz features is downright retro, and a $45 per month cell fee for as much talking, surfing or texting as humanly exists. That's kind of 1996, isn't it? Payphones are alive and well…we just pay a lot more for gluing them to our faces.
Now it's time to dance like a fool! Just think of all the bowling shoes you can buy now.
Have you guys ever seen that show on TLC Say Yes to the Dress? I’m getting married next summer and it’s quickly become my favorite show! My mom got us http://tvBYDirect.com satellite for the new house and I’ve been watching a lot more TV than I ever have before but it’s mostly because they air that show all day long. There are several versions of it too so I never get bored – I’m not a big girl but I love the “Big Bliss” episodes where they outfit the fuller figured ladies! The newest one is the bridesmaids show which is perfect since I haven’t actually picked out my bridesmaids dresses yet and I’ve been getting a lot of great ideas. I can’t believe how much animosity there is between some of the brides and their friends – I don’t really understand why they’re as “close” as they say they are when they seem to hate each other! I love watching the show but I can’t wait for my own real wedding just a few months from now!Uncategorized | Comment (0)
Back in less technological decades, your parents waited until you actually showed up to know if you were a boy or a girl. There was no sneak peek ultrasounds. Still, not everyone accepted that they would just have to wait to see if they could spot whether the stork was carrying a pink or blue blanket in its beak while it circled above the house or hospital. If storks really, or still, brought babies, the poor things would be subject to binoculars as strong as the hubble telescope and instrusive electronic tagging. The tag would connect to one of those vibrating pagers that you get standing in line at Olive Garden.
In lieu, parents played silly baby shower games of balancing eggs or a chinese chart for baby gender based on the Chinese zodiac to determine whether they should paint the room pink or blue. To be safe, I’d always go with yellow. Or why not a Shaheen print?
One of my relatives was singing the praises of a home test that allowed her to find out what she was having. It operated similarly to a home pregnancy test. How is that possible? I would think it would confirm the gender of the mother only. With today’s unisex style of dressing, maybe that’s important?
Apparently, there are folks who swear by it. Anything is a 50-50 shot, right? I wonder if the soon-to-be born children consider it an invasion of their privacy for someone to interrogate them like this before the ultrsound. In the next century, there surely may be etiquette books about this very thing. No wonder one generation sometimes believes that the elder, and not the younger, generation is pushy and rude. Maybe the folks just have vague senses of pre-natal questionnaires. Of course, I gest.
In all seriousness, there is spedific etiquette of shoving photos of your children in coworkers faces. The book has yet to be written on keeping a gender test in your drawer and waving it client’s faces.
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