What's the use!

I'm trying to get over this feeling that all the new fangeled gagets are useless and then I hear a report Like this one. It seems that this young lady, some where in la la land, sent 14,000 text messages using her cell phone in one month. That's right 'fourteen thousand' in one month. Now I'm not sure what a text message is and I don't think I ever got one, but then again I heard somewhere that a cell phone can cause brain damage and with my lonesome old brain I cann't risk it, so I do not have a cell phone egro no text messages. But this young lady must of had something really important to say! Then the report said that sometimes the person she was texting was in the same room actually setting right next to her. WHOA - maybe she cann't talk and I'm being critical of a handy-capped person, but no, she came on the report and said, "I just really like to text." Probably the most she's spoken all month. But it's not her fault!!!! Whoever thought it was important that everyone beable to carry their telephone with them and then make them so complicated that they even take pictures much less texting, is really at fault. It's like these GPS systems that you have to have so they can tell you where you are!?! Or when you're watching the weather man on the old boob tube and they show you a sky-cam of what it looks like outside.

Well back to the texting report, I don't know what it cost to text 14,000 messages in one month, but they did show the phone bill and it was the size of a big city phone book. It probably cost like the time D#1 became an Italian and the Old Grandma had to call her everyday. It took 3 years to pay that one off. I guess today if D#1 was still an Italian, the old grandma could call her, use her cell phone, e-mail her, blogg her, and I guess even text her. Oh, and she could even write her a letter.

One more quick thing. I miss telephone booths. They were so handy and germmy. I think a good business would be cell phone, phone booths, for folks like me who are afraid of brain damage. It wouldn't take much, just hang up a cell phone with a string. (One that takes quarters), put a stool close by and a local phonebook, and walla - your in business. No lines to run, etc. But you better say NO texting or someone might be texting the person in the booth right next to them.

New Fangeled Contracptions

Well here I go, using my Blog, on my computer, on the wildblue satilite internet, with internet addresses and passwords, and etc. My #1 daughter wants me to send her a , what is that word she used, I think it was a LINK. She said she could help me with my Blogging if I sent her a LINK. And I would do it in a heart beat if I knew what she was talking about. Now I'm not totally unfimilar with LINKS - needed one just the other day... you see the spike you stick into the side of the big round bales of hay has a large link welded on top of it and it is used to pull the large steel spike you stick into the side of the big round bales out of the side of the big round bales. But the link on the top of the big steel spike you stick into the side of the big round bales that is used to pull the big steel spike that is sometimes hammered into the side of the big round bales (and thus broken) out of the bales - broke. But I could not find a link big enough for the big steel spike that is sometimes hammered into the side of the big round bales of hay so I had to use something else. which is another story for a different blog. Son#1 and I pulled a hugh oak tree down a few weeks ago and we broke a LINK in the chain we used to pull down the hugh oak tree but that is a broken LINK and would probably not do D#1 any good. So I will keep looking for the LINK she wants and when I find it I'll use my E-MAIL (another new contraption)to send it to her.