I have a dumb phone.
That's the opposite of a smart phone.
I can't tweet from it.
I make calls.
Occasionally I take pictures.
I'm ok with that...
...because the darned thing is a huge distraction,
And I can only imagine how much worse it would be if I could do all those things.
The other day, I was bored waiting for soccer practice to end,
and I found something new in my dumb phone.
Which...is a discovery, of sorts...
but you need to know that pictures are about 1"x 2" on my display...
So...not much to see to edit.
But- when armed with a straightened paperclip, you can make a mean arrow.
Frank's Red Hot sauce.
He puts that sh*t on everything.
And also, dear husband....the geek grin?
A aged up in to kid-pitch in the baseball league.
He's turning out to be a decent pitcher.
He's strong. Which means his pitch has "heat."
Now, we just need to keep him over the plate. :)
There's a lot of pressure on the pitchers - even at this age.
He handles it well, though (which actually surprises me!)
And managed to get himself out of a pickle a few times.
And other times- gave up 4 runs in one inning...
...but we're not going to talk about that day. :)
The Monday after Easter, I promised the kids I'd take them to CatchAir-
(a new play place here)
It was fantastic.
Everyone else was in school- so we had the place to ourselves.
But this is my middle child
being a middle child...
breaking the rules.
(There was another inflatable next to this one, and C skipped over-
and tried to do a "sneak attack" on his brother)
Dear idiotic Meijer shopper,
When I can't even fit my DUMB phone in between our mirrors,
chances are I will not be able to open my door to get in my van.
I understand I'm "thicker" than some,
but when I opened my door, there was approximately 2" of open space.
I don't know many people who are only 2" thick.
Thanks for making me climb through the passenger side of my car.
She's a problem-solver, that one.
Problem (for her): There's something on the counter that I want.
Solution (for her): daddy's lunch box will make an excellent step-stool
Problem (for me): she can reach the counter.
Yep, she's grumpy.
Lots of emotion balled up in this little spit-fire.
But her piggy tails look CUTE!