Where Is My Phone

I normally wake up about 7am. My normal routine is to sit up on the edge of the bed, look at the phone for any emergency OMG messages (there never are any thankfully) and then stumble downstairs to fire up the Keurig.

Get my pills, take my pills with some almond milk, load the Keurig.

This morning, while I was waiting for the brew cycle to end, I reached for my phone on the counter.
It was gone.

I quickly looked in the cabinet where I got my coffee cup from. I looked where the turbinado sugar and creamer are kept. I looked in the refrigerator. Where is my phone? I looked in the cabinets again. I checked the garbage. WHERE IS MY PHONE?

I checked the bathroom I didn't use, the cabinets, the fridge, the trash and all around. No phone. I know I HAD my phone. I was reading the messages from over night. Where did it go?

I made my cup of coffee (tan and sweet thank you) and ambled up the stairs to the computer room thinking maybe if I finished my cup it would clear my head.

There sat my phone. Next to the keyboard, near the monitor which I had flipped on. Apparently I took a journey into the computer room, sat down, turned on the monitor and sat and looked at things. I had no memory of even having gone into that room.

This is why I am not allowed to do things pre-caffeine. Apparently I am some sort of latent sleep walker.

But I found my phone.

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Where Is My Phone

I normally wake up about 7am. My normal routine is to sit up on the edge of the bed, look at the phone for any emergency OMG messages (there never are any thankfully) and then stumble downstairs to fire up the Keurig.

Get my pills, take my pills with some almond milk, load the Keurig.

This morning, while I was waiting for the brew cycle to end, I reached for my phone on the counter.
It was gone.

I quickly looked in the cabinet where I got my coffee cup from. I looked where the turbinado sugar and creamer are kept. I looked in the refrigerator. Where is my phone? I looked in the cabinets again. I checked the garbage. WHERE IS MY PHONE?

I checked the bathroom I didn't use, the cabinets, the fridge, the trash and all around. No phone. I know I HAD my phone. I was reading the messages from over night. Where did it go?

I made my cup of coffee (tan and sweet thank you) and ambled up the stairs to the computer room thinking maybe if I finished my cup it would clear my head.

There sat my phone. Next to the keyboard, near the monitor which I had flipped on. Apparently I took a journey into the computer room, sat down, turned on the monitor and sat and looked at things. I had no memory of even having gone into that room.

This is why I am not allowed to do things pre-caffeine. Apparently I am some sort of latent sleep walker.

But I found my phone.

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The Girl Is a Double Agent I Tell You

Yes it's true. This sweet roasted marshmallow loving face, is working against me, already.

You see, I've heard so much in the news about how autistic children respond positively to iPad and iPhone that while waiting at the doctor the other day with Miles, I thought that MAYBE just MAYBE I could show him Angry Birds and he'd chill out and not act like a nutball in the waiting area.

So I fired it up and showed him a few times, and then used his finger to pull back the bird and let him see how it worked.

An iPhone addict was born that day. Every day, any minute of the day he wants my phone. He deletes my apps. He takes hundreds of pics of his face. Sometimes short films. Every day I hook my phone up to the iTunes store and reset it nicely back to the way it's supposed to be. It's sort of a small price to pay for the level of calm it bestows on him.

But sometimes I simply don't want him to have it. Like for instance NOW. Because you see - if I save it and give it to him during TV time, instead of screaming he'll sit and play Angry Birds. So I say NO or I say the phone is gone or something and he goes about his business.

Except tonight. TONIGHT after bath I've got my phone tucked in my pocket in case the husband calls from the store, and am toweling off my small humans post bath and he keeps saying "Telephone. I want telephone." I was putting him off, saying no, no phone. No phone right now. Etc.

AND THEN MY TRAITOR CHILD SAYS..."POCKET! PHONE IN POCKET!"

Don't be fooled by the sweet expression. That's a traitor. Plain and simple.
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The Girl Is a Double Agent I Tell You

Yes it's true. This sweet roasted marshmallow loving face, is working against me, already.

You see, I've heard so much in the news about how autistic children respond positively to iPad and iPhone that while waiting at the doctor the other day with Miles, I thought that MAYBE just MAYBE I could show him Angry Birds and he'd chill out and not act like a nutball in the waiting area.

So I fired it up and showed him a few times, and then used his finger to pull back the bird and let him see how it worked.

An iPhone addict was born that day. Every day, any minute of the day he wants my phone. He deletes my apps. He takes hundreds of pics of his face. Sometimes short films. Every day I hook my phone up to the iTunes store and reset it nicely back to the way it's supposed to be. It's sort of a small price to pay for the level of calm it bestows on him.

But sometimes I simply don't want him to have it. Like for instance NOW. Because you see - if I save it and give it to him during TV time, instead of screaming he'll sit and play Angry Birds. So I say NO or I say the phone is gone or something and he goes about his business.

Except tonight. TONIGHT after bath I've got my phone tucked in my pocket in case the husband calls from the store, and am toweling off my small humans post bath and he keeps saying "Telephone. I want telephone." I was putting him off, saying no, no phone. No phone right now. Etc.

AND THEN MY TRAITOR CHILD SAYS..."POCKET! PHONE IN POCKET!"

Don't be fooled by the sweet expression. That's a traitor. Plain and simple.
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Have You Noticed That It's MY Phone ?

I've noticed something weird.

We used to say "The Phone". As in "Answer the phone."

No one says that anymore. I guess it's because we're all on cell phones now, even if you're like us and have that antique item - the HOME PHONE. The husband and I each have "our" phone and I'm sure sooner rather than later the oldest boy will have "his" phone.

MY PHONE.

HIS PHONE.

When I was in middle school my dad got me my own phone line. I thought it was fairly amazing. MY OWN PHONE LINE. His reasons for doing this weren't really that fatherly. He was a bail bondsman an needed the phone to do business. So getting me a simple phone line let me yack on the phone to my friends and he could call the families of drunks and whores to arrange payment of bail.

So I'd say "This is my phone number." And that was like being a freaking super star.

But now, everyone has their OWN phone with their own phone number. I realized it of course a long time ago but then when listening to Bruno Mars the other day, I realized he's saying "Don't feel like picking up MY phone..." and I went dude....

no one says THE PHONE.

It's like saying WWW before a web address.

I think it's gone.

I've decided not to care much.

I do however, want iPhone to make one like THIS!

Because THAT is what I'd like for MY phone.

In an iPhone.

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Have You Noticed That It's MY Phone ?

I've noticed something weird.

We used to say "The Phone". As in "Answer the phone."

No one says that anymore. I guess it's because we're all on cell phones now, even if you're like us and have that antique item - the HOME PHONE. The husband and I each have "our" phone and I'm sure sooner rather than later the oldest boy will have "his" phone.

MY PHONE.

HIS PHONE.

When I was in middle school my dad got me my own phone line. I thought it was fairly amazing. MY OWN PHONE LINE. His reasons for doing this weren't really that fatherly. He was a bail bondsman an needed the phone to do business. So getting me a simple phone line let me yack on the phone to my friends and he could call the families of drunks and whores to arrange payment of bail.

So I'd say "This is my phone number." And that was like being a freaking super star.

But now, everyone has their OWN phone with their own phone number. I realized it of course a long time ago but then when listening to Bruno Mars the other day, I realized he's saying "Don't feel like picking up MY phone..." and I went dude....

no one says THE PHONE.

It's like saying WWW before a web address.

I think it's gone.

I've decided not to care much.

I do however, want iPhone to make one like THIS!

Because THAT is what I'd like for MY phone.

In an iPhone.

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