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I finally became a bit more technologically inclined. I bought a Go Phone for the kids. I am feeling pretty weird about it. I survived until I was 29 without having a cell phone but I've found I hate to send my kids out someplace without any way to reach them. Oh, when I say I didn't have a cell phone until I was 29, the cell phone was a "brick" which is the approximate size, shape and weight of a real brick. Husband and I shared it while I was pregnant with our first child. The agreement was that I'd call him when I went into labor. I called him a couple of times while he was a graduate student just to say, "Psych!" I amuse myself. My second phone came just after I had my second child. It was about half the size of the first phone. No way would it fit into a pocket and I certainly couldn't clip it onto my belt. Over the years they have gotten smaller and smaller and much more frustrating and enjoyable. I still don't text although I think I will need to soon enough.

So, here I am, holding a little phone that will be my communication with my kids. Sometimes it amazes me where technology has taken us.

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  1. kallunkimomJuly 22, 2008 at 6:01 PM

    I don't think I could live without my phone. It is CONSTANTLY by my side. Matt convinced me to get a Blackberry Pearl last fall and I really hated it the first week because I didn't know how to use it. Now I LOVE it because it makes my life so much easier...especially work since I get email on my phone!

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  2. Brandon and Lisa BirdJuly 25, 2008 at 9:17 AM

    Excellent! Wow, Nancy. Your blog is awesome. It is fun to see you :)

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  3. Brandon and Lisa BirdJuly 25, 2008 at 9:19 AM

    Nancy- this looks awesome. I am jealous you went to Bear Lake.

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  4. wendyAugust 3, 2008 at 9:55 AM

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