Maybe I should word that title differently? People might arrive here thinking this is a post about an intervention with someone who has a serious addiction to their iPhone who needs help.
Maybe this foretelling.
This little guy (yes its a boy) does sport a metallic, purple, snake skin embossed coat…. what can I say my phone is very metro. *cough* *cough* Prince.
I am a gadget junkie. Check out my history…
there are a couple missing from the line up including my first smartphone the Q from Verizon, anyone else suffer along with me on that DOG? and I had a gold flip phone too.
My favorite was the Razor with the custom SkinIt wrap of my kids, the palm tree and pool was on the front.
Last week the plight began with a delivery conformation. But on the day my iPhone was to be delivered I was doing this to my hair… yes it’s semi-permanent and yes its well hidden.
No go. Apparently there are RULES regarding the delivery of the these rather expensive 4″x6″ packages.
I was on a mission, somewhere out there was a brown truck with an iPhone in it for me. I figured I could find him so I got in my car and drove around, nada. I gave up and headed over to the preschool to grab my daughter, I called the middle schooler and told him to be on the look out for UPS and to call me the minute he sees him. Not more than 5 minutes later I drive by my son walking home (I waved) I figured he’d understand. I approach the elementary school and who do I see 3 cars ahead of me?
The BIG BROWN truck!
Unfortuantely about 30 kids decided all at one to cross after the truck had stopped and all I could do was watch as he drove off into the sunset. Waaaa!
I stopped, and muttered for the kids to PICK UP THE PICANTE! and of course slowly pulled away as to avoid repeating this while desperately trying to spot Mr. UPS again. I thought maybe he went right? No left. What if he is trying to re-deliver? I checked my house, not there. I drove around in circles and then I realized how stupid I was being and remembered I had a kid out there waiting for a ride. Oops.
I drove home defeated.
That night I downloaded the “official” release waiver from apple and taped it with NEON duct tape to the front door. The next day I waited…. and then I heard that familiar rumble coming up the street. Closer …. closer… the squeal of breaks. It’s here! I grabbed my little camera and ran to the door. I heart my UPS man, he had told me that he did drive by THREE times to see if I was home and when I had turned right he turned left, two ships in the night.
Either way the day had come and it was here. I broke it open and tried to take a photo with my Palm, the Pre wanted NOTHING to do with the “other” man. I don’t blame him, he was one foot in the grave at that point.
I carefully peeled back it’s protective shield, holding my breath I immediately applied a new one, arggggggghhhhh! damn that speck of dust. It was almost a 100% success.
First app I downloaded? Instagram. (user name modchik if you want to follow)
It’s free and it’s fabulous and I have more to say about it but I have to go run and pick up my kids so let’s meet back here again same bat time same bat channel. I’ll leave you with my first iPhone photo and first share on instagram … from my collection of good luck cats… this one is solar powered and waves at me while I work. I know silly isn’t it? Whatever keeps you going,