Nashville Tennessee Living

Why is my Smart Phone so much smarter than Me?

Technology, you can love it and you can absolutely hate it!

Saturday my cell phone went on the blink. Totally black, no picture, nothing. Sunday the screen re-appeared.

Not taking any chances I went to the Sprint store and got a new phone so they could transfer my data.

I'll be the first to admit, my phone had seen better days but I've really been fighting the Smart Phone. I don't think I want everything at my fingertips ALL the time.

I like quiet time with my husband. He likes it when I pay attention to him and am not texting or worse, talking non-stop on the phone.

The guy at Sprint convinces me to go ahead and get a Smart phone. Against my better judgment. I agreed.

I now have a New Smart phone.  I know how to call out. I know how to answer incoming calls, and I know how to send and receive text messages.

What I can NOT do, is pick up voice messages. It won't let me set it up. I have messages I can't get!

I haven't set up email.

I'm still trying to figure out the ringer.

Why do I need a special degree to use this phone?

My Chicago Husband is now a Wimpy Nashvillian! 

Fifteen years ago my husband took early retirement and fulfilled a promise to bring me back to Nashville. He liked the area and liked the climate. Our first winter was rather mild but there was a day that we got a half of an inch of snow. The weathermen had predicted more and the schools were closed. I worked from home and remember well overhearing his conversation with an old friend in Chicago MAKING FUN OF US! Can you imagine!

Well 15 years later, he's worse than I ever was. Yesterday they predicted that it would start this afternoon between 2 and 3pm and that we would get 1 to 2 inches. He fretted about whether I should take Sweet Pea to Pup Scouts or if she should just stay home. I convinced him that it would be fine and I'd leave the office at the first sign of snow or rain and get her and bring us both home.

At noon today he called to tell me he was going to get her. Well, sorry dear, I paid for a whole day for her to play with her friends and was not cutting it short because he was worried about the weather.

"No Dear", I said. "I'll pick her up". I promised to leave the office by 2 or sooner if it started doing anything. I ran out to do an errand around 1 and it was misting pretty well. Then  I saw a few snow flakes. I finished my errand returned to the office and got my laptop. I had blogs to write, after all.

I picked Sweet Pea up at Pup Scouts at 2 and headed to the pharmacy and to pick up some wine. Can't get snowed in without wine. It's 2:30 by now. I come out of the store and my phone has a frantic message about getting home!

Geez, it hadn't even started sticking yet.

Life at Christmastime

Today someone forwarded the standard funny email with the dos and don'ts for eating during the holiday season. It was cute and it was funny, but the quote at the end was worth repeating:

"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one and and wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO What a ride!""

Sometimes we're just too serious and full of ourselves. I exercise and watch what I eat, but sometimes you just need to relax and enjoy the moment and the people you're with. This Christmas time eat the things that someone has lovingly made for you. A little butter and cream will not kill you.

Short sales are such a large part of our business these days, one has to wonder why many of the Banks haven't come up with a system to make them work smoother.

Recently one of my clients lost their home to foreclosure. I personally called someone high up in the bank to see if we could correct what was a huge, less than funny, comedy of errors. Without going into the details, this video captures PERFECTLY the conversations that went on with the lender for almost 18 months.

Have a good laugh. Sadly, it's how it's working

A very good friend sent this to me recently because we are both Pet Lovers! I found it very amusing!

The following was found posted very low on a refrigerator door.

Dear Dogs and Cats:

The dishes with the paw prints are yours. and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Racing me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort, however. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other, stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out on the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom! If, by some miracle, I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge in an attempt to open the door. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom without assistance or company for years - canine/feline attendance is not required. The proper order for kissing is: Kiss me first. Then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough. Finally, in fairnes, dear pets, I have posted the following message on the front door:

TO ALL NON-PET OWNERS WHO VISIT AND LIKE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT OUR PETS:

1. They live here. You don't.

2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. That's why they call it "fur"-niture.

3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.

4. To you, they are animals. To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who are short, hairy, walk on all fours and don't speak clearly.

Remember, dogs and cats are better than kids because they

1. eat less

2. don't ask for money all the time

3. are easier to train

4. normally come when called

5. never ask to drive the car

6. don't hang out with drug-using people

7. don't smoke or drink

8. don't want to wear your clothes

9. don't have to buy the latest fashions

10. don't need a gazillion dollars for college AND

11. if they get pregnant, you can sell their children.

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