the BlackBerry...

After dragging my feet for years, I've finally given in...I'm upgrading my phone. This is no "run-of-the-mill" upgrade either. I'm going from a 5 year old (second-hand) cell phone (that's 77 years old in celly years).

Before I go any further, I should give a tribute to my old celly--Although ancient, it always made me smile to see the flashy green and red lights blink whenever I had an incoming call. I'll miss the atari-like ring tones, and the (negative) attention I receive when people notice my "vintage" technology. :)

I won't miss: repeated dropped calls, a battery charge that doesn't last, speaker phone in DC traffic (because it doesn't have bluetooth technology), and mysteriously missing appointment reminders that I KNOW I entered!

Enter, the BlackBerry. The box from FedEx contains so many different cords, plugs, and various gadgets, I begin to wonder: "Is this going to help me simplify?" I can't help but remember the quizzical looks my mom has given me as I've explained how convenient emailing is.


20 minutes later...I finally open the battery compartment. Have you ever seen "Zoo Lander"? Remember that scene where they're trying to use the computer and they act like monkeys--jumping around and pounding the keyboard with their fists? This should give you a pretty clear picture of my situation. Okay, I didn't punch my new BlackBerry, but I did feel very archaic trying to "make it work".

It's all charged up and the glow of the pixel-perfect screen, and the thoughts of endless possibilities already have me hooked.

It's just a matter of time before I'm referring to it as "my precious".