So now, I am the proud owner of a touch screen Samsung. Or does it own me?
This thing is slick. I feel like a high powered attorney or New York executive with this thing, rather than what I really am, a struggling Wisconsin housewife with an attitude and bratty kids.
But hey, it's all about perception. Or attitude. I can't remember at this point.
It's not like I had many options with which phone I got. Since I share a plan with Disgruntled Husband, and he has to have a data plan, that means I have to have one too. (Though I wonder just how productive he is with his severe Angry Birds addiction.)
Now, I had a Blackberry before, and it was cool. I could get my email on it and Facebook, plus it took pictures, and I loved the keyboard possibly more than life itself. But that was about it. Now that I have my new phone, a whole new world has opened up to me, confirming what my friend suspected:
Google is going to take over the world.
And I'm okay with that.
Before I got this phone, I had my regular email address (on the archaic AOL webmail server. Techno-geeks, you may now cringe) and a Gmail address I made for this blog. Well, imagine my surprise when I realized I could sync my Gmail contacts with my new phone, along with my Google calendar, automatically.
(Cue Handel's Messiah.)
Oh calendar feature, what did I do without you? I now have my appointments on my calendar, a separate calendar for the kids (which I color coded), and I set up DH's phone, so the kids' calendar syncs with his phone, too. Speaking of DH, once I showed him
(Well, at least not for his schedule, right Carol?)
There's also the small matter of apps. That is, how I love them and letting me count the ways. I have apps for cooking, for lists, for the news, for my stocks (I have two stocks, checking them makes me feel smart), I even put one on there to
Now I have Larry Potter telling me he needs an Android, which is an upgraded request; he used to just ask for a cell phone. (I told him he can get a cell phone when he's at the age I was when I got one...which is 21.) Who's he going to call, the Tooth Fairy?
I bet there's an app for that.