I love my smartphone. I am addicted and not ashamed to admit it. There is just something about the thrill of finding a new app to download.
I am not alone in this boat. There are millions of Droids, iPhones, Google phones and Blackberries out there. Everyone has their own opinions of their phone. I have my own as well. I could spend hours upon hours in the Apple store. Yes, I have an iPhone. (No, I don’t work for Apple or any of it’s affiliates.)
I love the intelligent minds that created it. And, I am impressed at the rate at which the other companies have attempted to outsmart this smartphone. I was once a Blackberry owner and can’t understand why. I think the iPhone, including the new iPhone 4, has really set a standard. Why wouldn’t someone want such an intelligent phone? More importantly, why would you want any other?
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
The countdown has started!
In 1999, I took my soon-to-be husband to visit my family in St. Thomas, U.S.V.I. I have not been back since. It really hasn’t been for lack of trying. My husband and I were married in 2000 here in the states. Since then, it has been one life-changing event after another. None of them has led me back to my rock.
Sadly, I have missed many birthday celebrations, family reunions and most disturbingly, my grandfather’s funeral. My children have never had the opportunity to meet their 98 year old great-grandmother, plethora of cousins, aunts and uncles or even sink their toes into the sand at Magen’s Bay.
While wiping back tears of overwhelming happiness, we purchased our tickets. Excitement, fear, anxiousness and nostalgia consumed me the instant I hit “Submit” on the ticket purchase. Of course, I had to spread the news with a series of Facebook posts, texts and phone calls – which, by the way, occurred simultaneously. (I love my smartphone!)
So, now the planning begins. I have downloaded the Virgin Islands app on my iPhone, contacted my parents and family, emailed copies of our itinerary to those who absolutely need it and begun organizing the kids’ clothes to determine what to pack and what to purchase. I have also beefed up my efforts at my current weight loss plan (Currently at -16#s!) Without admitting it openly, my hubby has done the same.
Time is flying as we prepare for this trip. But, every so often, I’ll sit back and think about how much it means to me to be able teach my children about their family, their culture and most importantly, me.
Sadly, I have missed many birthday celebrations, family reunions and most disturbingly, my grandfather’s funeral. My children have never had the opportunity to meet their 98 year old great-grandmother, plethora of cousins, aunts and uncles or even sink their toes into the sand at Magen’s Bay.
While wiping back tears of overwhelming happiness, we purchased our tickets. Excitement, fear, anxiousness and nostalgia consumed me the instant I hit “Submit” on the ticket purchase. Of course, I had to spread the news with a series of Facebook posts, texts and phone calls – which, by the way, occurred simultaneously. (I love my smartphone!)
So, now the planning begins. I have downloaded the Virgin Islands app on my iPhone, contacted my parents and family, emailed copies of our itinerary to those who absolutely need it and begun organizing the kids’ clothes to determine what to pack and what to purchase. I have also beefed up my efforts at my current weight loss plan (Currently at -16#s!) Without admitting it openly, my hubby has done the same.
Time is flying as we prepare for this trip. But, every so often, I’ll sit back and think about how much it means to me to be able teach my children about their family, their culture and most importantly, me.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Just the beginning ...
I am living my very own “Larry Winget” moment right now. If you’re not quite sure who I’m speaking of head immediately over to your nearest public library and pull up the card catalog. Once you read the back of the cover of ‘People Are Idiots …’ you will clearly understand my opening statement. I must give credit where credit is due. My sister steered me toward this book much like I just told you.
It wasn’t because I had heard great reviews for this book or its author. (And this isn’t a book review or promo!) But because like every woman, wife, mother, daughter or sister out there – I need answers! Whether Mr. Winget could answer them for me remained unseen at the time. However, I will say that the mere existence of this post is the result of my younger sister’s eagerness for me to read this book with her and my determination to keep an opened mind.
So, as I begin my existence into the blogosphere with this inaugural post, I would like to dedicate this blog to my sister, my children, my husband, my family and my friends. They have all experienced my “blogs” in one form or another and I want to say “thank you”! Here we go …
It wasn’t because I had heard great reviews for this book or its author. (And this isn’t a book review or promo!) But because like every woman, wife, mother, daughter or sister out there – I need answers! Whether Mr. Winget could answer them for me remained unseen at the time. However, I will say that the mere existence of this post is the result of my younger sister’s eagerness for me to read this book with her and my determination to keep an opened mind.
So, as I begin my existence into the blogosphere with this inaugural post, I would like to dedicate this blog to my sister, my children, my husband, my family and my friends. They have all experienced my “blogs” in one form or another and I want to say “thank you”! Here we go …
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