I am smart! Well, at least my phone is. I succumbed to the lure of shiny lights and GPS and upgraded to a smartphone yesterday. It all came about because we don't have a landline and since I work part-time I'm not always home when my kids come home. My son needed a phone to be able to call me when he returned from school.
Last night was spent with both kids nose deep in keyboards taking pictures and deciding who deserved what ringtone.
Not being hip, I only have a vague idea on how to use my smartphone. I can't seem to figure out how to add contacts, let alone assign them ring tones.
It cracks me up that I have this phone. I rather prided myself on my backwards technology: my old phone only made phone calls and texted; I couldn't get a picture message or an e mail. But in a moment of wanting to be cool like everyone else...
Which brings me to Uggs. Those boots are so ugly and yet so ubiquitous. My daughter has been begging for them for years and I refuse to buy them for her. There seems to be this uniform worn by every girl between the ages of 13 and 30: leggings, Uggs, and a North Face fleece. I wonder why everyone wants to look like everyone else. Where's the uniqueness? Where's the individuality? Where's the humanity?
I'm getting carried away. I think I just want my daughter to find her freak flag because sometimes I feel like I don't fit in and I want company. I worry that others are judging me all the time. No one understands me! It's probably because I'm going through the "what do I want to do next?" phase. I refuse to call it a mid-life crisis because my husband says I only get one and I'm not wasting it on a smartphone. And, who wants a mid-life crisis at 43? But, I do need to get over myself and since I refuse to go the Uggs and leggings route, I need to find some more friends who accept me for who I am. Hmmm, I wonder if there's an app for that.