Gravity. Why is it always out to get me?

As REALLY long time readers will know (as in last MILLENNIUM long, baby!), gravity is not my friend.

The Big G decided that it needed a sacrifice in the form of my little Motorola cell phone. Now, I have dropped this phone, no, THROWN this phone to the ground on dozens of occasions and finally it decided enough was enough and decided to turn off the screen. Like, forever off.

So, I was in a bit of a quandary for about 5 seconds before I decided that I needed a new phone with one of them zombie bluetooth headsets that all the corporate crowd/soccer moms are sporting these days.

I was going to call Scrappy to let her know I would be later to pick her up for the gym and I realized several things at one:

1. I only remember three phone numbers now that are actually still in service.
—A. My grandad’s because it has been the same all of my life.
—B. Work because I have worked here 12 years and attended here as a student long before that.
—C. The time man because it is 54-TABLE.
2. I can only access the three numbers I have on speed dial.
3. Since these are on speed dial, due to limitations of the Motorola, these could not be stored on the SIM card. Therefore, EVERY number in my phone will be easily moved to a new phone EXCEPT for the four numbers I call most often.

Grr. So, I embarrassingly speed-dialed my Mom and Scrappy to ask them what their phone numbers were. Just practice for the Old Timer’s Disease which I am sure is waiting for me around the corner.

But, I got a new phone (a Nokia this time) with the zombie headset and it has a video camera on it and the camera which uploads to flickr just fine.

So, I am a happy camper again. Gravity and I will continue our little dance.