I just can’t decide. Much to Eric’s distress, I just can’t decide. My antique cell-phone (it’s over 2 years old!) is giving out on me after an unfortunate accident at the beach this summer. It has kinda worked since then and I’ve just been living with the persnickety buttons rather than visit the dreaded cell-phone store. Since we are land-line free and having a working phone is terribly nice, I gave in last night, packed up the kids and a stroller or two and then headed to town get me a new phone. After much time, many reminders to the kids to be quiet and not to touch everything, and tons of patience from a very nice saleslady, we came home without a new phone.
It seems that I have a bit of a love/hate relationship with technology. I love my computer and it’s wonderful world wide web that allows me to read some really fun blogs and check Facebook too often. I don’t know how we’d survive without a refrigerator or washing machine. On the other hand, we heat our home with wood, do without air-conditioning (quite nicely I must add), and love hanging out the clothes to dry. It would be so much easier if I could choose one path or the other, pioneer/homesteader or techno-geek.
So, here’s the deal with the cell-phone. I want my phone to be a great tool. I love having a camera on my phone so I can catch those crazy moments that happen without warning and always when my regular camera is at home. I love having a calendar on my phone and it’s lovely reminder that I need to be somewhere in fifteen minutes. It would be great if my phone could be a mini, power packed tool and I know that this greatness exists.
So we looked at phones. We looked at the plain Jane phones (there isn’t much to choose from in this category), we explored the “feature” phones and we glanced at the smart phones. I’m just overwhelmed.
All I really NEED is a phone. I don’t do anything with my phone that truly justifies the cost and awesomeness of the fancier models. But, they are so cool and nifty. Why can’t they make a spiffy little cell-phone that has a few bells and whistles and a pretty look in the form of the base model? Why can’t I be satisfied with the ugly, black, bulky looking flip-phone? I think they do this on purpose so that I’ll buy that awesome palm or that purple blackberry and need to up my plan to include some time on the internet. Next thing you know, I’ll be texting or *gasp* tweeting.
So, what’s a girl to do? Caught between my love of old-fashioned stuff and my enjoyment of the greatness of technology… I’m holding out, nursing my old phone along and generally being stubborn. Any advice? Help a girl out! Help my poor husband out, as I’m sure he just wishes I’d choose a stinking phone and be done with it at any cost. What kind of phone do you love? Is it worth the extra $$ to have the bells and whistles? Perhaps I should just make the jump into the twentieth century. Oops.. the twenty-first… right!?