To type my name on my old phone, all I had to do was hit 222 *pause* 999 *pause* 66 *pause* 8 *pause* 44. NOW, all I'd have to do to type my name on my phone is hit c y n t h. (Can you see how that's faster?)
When someone from my family calls me, the phone rings an MP3 of Sam Cooke's "Cupid." I chose this because the family group's icon is hearts. When Katie calls me, since she's in a caller group all her own, my phone rings an MP3 of The Association's "Never My Love." (Yes, that is our song; yes, we are repulsive.) Every other call rings an MP3 of Brak's "Don't Touch Me."
How can this be? The phone is an MP3 player. Not a buy-songs-from-our-website's-crappy-sele
Nothing good on the ol' MP3 list? Plug in the ear buds or the hands-free thing, which I affectionately refer to as the asshole stick, and tune in your favorite radio station. [Sidebar: The Asshole Stick -- It's one of those things that hooks on your ear and has a stick that pokes straight out toward your mouth. Useful? Yes. Look like an asshole wearing it? Absolutely!] With the ear buds on and the phone in my pocket, no one would know I was listening to a phone at all.
The best thing about my new phone? It was 333 *pause* 777 *pause* 33 *pause* 33! (That's free to you and me, kids.)
I promise not to do that again for a while, but I do get excited about new toys. :)
For those of you who do the Weight Watchers thing, Applebee's has some seriously tasty new selections with their point values listed on the menu. Last night, I had a Baja chicken roll-up with fresh fruit instead of fries. Left to my own devices, I would never substitute anything for fries, except maybe cheese fries. However, when that choice is made for me, a nice, ripe strawberry and four slices of fresh pineapple can be a refreshing change of pace in the side dish department.