If you are looking for someone who is all up and with-it technology-wise, I am NOT your gal.
My cell phone is the 4 or 5 year old basic can't-do-anything-but-make-a-call phone. It does, however, have lovely bling.
I NEVER use my upgrades at Verizon - - - I give them to Fisherhubby and College Boy Son.
I am quite content to plod along with my 15th Century gizmos, TYVM. I am hoping to master fire and the wheel soon.
So what in the WORLD am I doing with THIS??? (You may well ask!!)
No - - - it is NOT a wallet of some kind. Nor is it a day-planner, though I will tell you it could be used as a DANDY day-planner.
No, THIS my friends, is a Droid. Henceforth to be known as "D".
I thought droids were alien robot creatures from outer space - - - but if so, one has landed right on my dining room table.
And it has MY name on it.
I will spare you the lengthy tale of how and why I was convinced to get it. Suffice it to say - - - it came home with me last night.
It does not send phone calls - - - but it will do e-mail and blogging.
That could well be a CLUE as to how I was convinced I NEEDED it.
I can barely turn it on.
It is WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY smarter than I, and I don't know if I shall EVER figure it all out.
My fat fingers push about three letters on the touch screen at a time - - - - but I have a SOLUTION for that problem:
A keyboard "dock" that WILL travel with "D" and me where ever we may roam.
A few of you who left me comments yesterday afternoon and evening, or sent e-mails got your answers from me actually USING this thing.
Maybe there is hope for me - - -
Maybe I will learn how to zip around on this new technology.
Maybe in a few weeks I will wonder what I EVER did without it.
But - - - please don't hold your breath.
No Kyle, College Boy Son, you may NOT have it.