New Phones Lead to Dieting . . .

Trust me, I'll segue into the the topic in my usual roundabout way.

In November, we had to buy new phones for the house when we were finally able to move our number over to Vonage from the local carrier--long distance is no extra charge. Well, we were having issues with our phone, so it was cheaper to buy a new phone, than to fix the old phone.

--Actually, that's how I got a new 11-cup food processor. I needed a new bowl--the latching hinge was broken--new bowl-- $90, new food processor $110. Yep, I got the new food processor for Christmas.
--My hubster (who never reads my blog, except for today) feels strongly that it should be noted that I REQUESTED the aforementioned food processor for Christmas.
There--satisfied now? Hmmm?

Back to phones. If you haven't gone phone shopping recently you'll soon discover that they don't have 'wall phones' any more, at least not in the type of phone we needed.
I have a phone on my desk in the kitchen--like I need any more crap on my small desk--but I do like the fact that I don't have to get up only to discover some nimrod ignored our 'do not call' instructions. Now, I can simply ignore it or hit Talk and then hang up. :-)

So we have new phones, BUT we also have a postcard size cover on a major wall in our living area where the wall phone used to reside. EVERYONE who comes into my house will see this thing in the wall. It's in the living area, next to my kitchen and you have to walk by it everytime you go anywhere on the lower level.

Hubster's response to this problem: buy photo frames for Christmas. Three of them.

He had set up digital photo frames for two lobbies at work. Actually, six large photo frames and subsequent technology needed, were less than 25% of the budgeted monies for frames and decorations. He works for a small company and they take pride in their 'family-oriented' outlook.

Anyhoo, he bought the frames. Now he has to go through our pictures, cropping, turning, and deleting. I think we got our first digital camera about the time the kidlet was born. Earlier pics will have to be scanned in and fixed. We've had fun looking at the old pictures, but it has brought home how out of shape we've let ourselves become.

Okay, I'm out of shape. He's just had snow thrown on his hair.

I'm always reminded of the quote by Edna Mode in THE IMPOSSIBLES when she sees Mr. Incredible for the first time in years as he's waiting to be let in at the guard gate. "My God, you've gotten fat!" she says in her German accent. Yeah, that's me.

Both of us are working out. I've just started measuring my portions and writing it all down in a food diary. I like the idea of giving myself a year to lose the weight. I'd like to lose 40 pounds, but any loss is better than none.

So that's how photo frames became the reason for my dieting.

After I workout today I'll . . . Write On!

Techno Crap

I've been having some issues with my phone syncing up with my computer recently--it hasn't been. I've connected and reconnected each end of the tether, but it doesn't see the phone. I've rebooted the phone and the computer, reconnected the tethers, and pounded the phone on the counter.

Clearly, something is amiss.

I don't actually enter my appointments on my phone--I hate the itty-bitty keyboard--which is also why I'm a text-o-phobe, but I do check to see if something is conflicting. Therefore this lack of technical meeting of minds is irritating.

Anyhoo, hubster (techno-geek that he is) took the phone to work (they use the same phones and have had issues with them) to wipe the memory and restart it with factory settings. Well, I had taken a few pictures on the phone, mainly when the kiddo had her hair cut and she donated it to Locks of Love. He pulled the pics and saved them for me. But they sucked. They were blurry, out of focus and just plain lousy.

I thought it was me. I thought I'd jiggled the camera, or rubbed my finger over the lens, etc. Turns out the little plastic protective thingy was still covering the camera lens.

Huh, talk about feeling stupid . . .

So, of course, he had to point it out, and took before and after shots at his office to show me the difference. Basically, made me feel horrible. I'd missed a milestone in my daughter's life by an oversight.

Until I remember that I didn't set up the phone--the hubster did. Not my fault!

And YES, I did point that out to him. HA!!

Techno-geek waves his hand over something and I'm given a computerized whatchamacallit that is up and running. I used to ask to read the manual, but he's always say 'why bother when I can take care of it for you'. I gave him the 'what if you get run over by a car' argument, but it falls on deaf ears. So I stopped asking and let him do his techno-geek thing.

So while he resynced my phone to my computer. He notices that I haven't had the auto updates in awhile.

I looked him in the eye and said as blandly as I could. "Couldn't have been me. Remember, I don't have a clue about this stuff." And walked away.

I now have an updated computer and phone. And since he hasn't bought a computer in awhile, he's going shopping to update mine.

Write on!