For years, I had a Blackberry. Luisa had a Blackberry, Kristin (my work wife) had a Blackberry and Deborah (my blog wife) had a Blackberry. So, I would while away my days sending them Blackberry messages or BBMs. Not BMs – that’s a totally different thing.
Being connected to me comes with a price and that price is LOTS AND LOTS OF WORDS- many of them unnecessary. I try to restrain myself with Luisa because she has to live with me and my words in real time. Most of my messages to her were something like, “I’m home” or “We need ice” or “Can you bring me a glass of water?” Kristin and Deborah got all the extra words.
I wish that I had saved all of those BBM messages because some of them were hilarious but – alas – most of them are lost and the world is a sadder place as a result. When I knew I was getting my iPhone, however, I saved a few between Deborah and me. It gives you a feel of what it’s like to get messages from me although there are usually a lot more random Nicki Minaj lyrics thrown in.
V: The guy is grunting a lot in the kitchen and I find it disconcerting.
D: I can’t imagine why.
V: I want another cup of coffee but the coffee is in the kitchen with the grunting man!
D: You should be a detective!
V: Well, I kinda am for my job.
D: Yeah, except for normal people whose houses don’t look like Grey Gardens and people who don’t eat cat food.
V: When I write my book about what field social work is really like, I will say, “Never look in the bucket. Never. Just no.”
D: Good advice about the bucket.
V: I blogged. It’s shitty but the chute is cleared.
V: And that last bbm was unintentionally rectally metaphorical.
Deborah and Kristin and I all got iPhones. Luisa still has her Blackberry (hers is through work) so she had to get an app that would allow us to do the iMessage/BBM thing. We are now a technologically bi-cultural family. It has its struggles but we’re making it work. I am happy because I can once again share my every ridiculous thought through iMessage! Because, apparently, doing it on Twitter with hundreds of people isn’t enough. I told you – LOTS AND LOTS OF WORDS.
I was a Blackberry and now I’m iPhone. But I’m going to confess….since the iPhone is a diff number and carrier… I still have both. So if I wanted I could talk to myself if so inclined. Does that make me weird?
OMFG this was awesome.
I had to put mentholatum under my nose at work today and thought of you and Kristin…
This blog most makes me very sad that I don’t get constant text messages from you. I want to hear your random thoughts and random Nicki Minaj lyrics throughout the day.
You got my number?
You do have a gift for the words, and I thank you for them. Gabriella also does not see the value in exchanging random words throughout the day though she would say it has something to do with her busy job or some such nonsense. I mean, we’re super busy, too, right? Shees.
I can personally attest to the lyrics as message theme. I am a big fan. I also have word vomit all the day long.
Also, you have a lot of wives. Are you grooming me to become a Sister Wife?
So funny! I would also love to get your texts! You are the reason I joined twitter
I would totally give you my number. The husband and I text all day long too, but it ends up being updates on where we are. Mostly. Sometimes we have text fights and then I want to stab myself for teaching him how to tex in the first place.
I can honestly say that I thoroughly enjoyed my first day of random messages and song lyrics. I’m not sure if I got a full day’s worth or just some teasers. Either way…I’m hooked!