Friday, January 20, 2012


It's been almost a whole week since George came into my life and the honeymoon is still in full swing.

The simpering.

The giggling.

The cooing.

The anxiety when we are separated.

The fondling.  Oh yes, the fondling.

I know it's weird to love a cellphone THAT MUCH but I do.

I've had more fun this week playing with George and downloading apps and choosing ringtones and notification tones and wallpaper and oh!  I love George!
What's so fabulous about George is that he delivers e-mails RIGHT AWAY!!  And I can actually send a response!

I know!

Who'd a thought?  Ain't technology wunnerful?

There is one problem, though, with George.

Unlike the real George Parros, iPhone George is quite the delicate thing.  Seriously, I'm terrified I'm going to drop him.  I honestly did not expect this phone to be so slick and slippery and glassy.

In all the years I've owned a cellphone device, I have never dropped or broken my phone.

So when the guy at the Apple store asked me if I wanted to shell out the extra $100 for the Apple Care for iPhone plan, I hesitated because see previous sentence.  But as soon as I picked up George out of the box, I said, "Sign me up!"

I've ordered me an Otterbox to keep George safe but it's going to be a few days until it arrives and until then, I have to be extra gentle with George.

But I don't mind because we love each other!  And George doesn't mind that my wallpaper is of Jonas Hiller (whom I also love, that hot Swiss Mister!) instead of a picture of George Parros himself.

Because George the phone is that awesome.  And understands my obsession for hockey players.

Unlike Siri and her "I'm sorry, I can't help you" when I asked her to help me find some hockey players.

I'll remember that, Siri.  Trying to keep me from my intended targets.

Anyway, I have found my Soul Mate of a cellphone

And yes, I know I am weird.

But happy!

With George!

Thursday, January 19, 2012


I was reading the latest issue of The Oprah Magazine (Don't you judge me) and there was a feature called, "You in Six Words" where you describe your life in...wait for it... six words.

Some of the contributions were funny and some were sad.  Some were Deep and some were shallow.

So I thought about it and thought about it and wondered how I would describe my life in six words because it's not as if I've lived a fabulous life but I haven't exactly lived a humdrum BORING life, either.  Dead Head, Head Banger, Floozy, Headbangin' Floozy, etc. are just some of the things I've experienced/done/been.

I haven't traveled around the world or even to countries that aren't part of North America.

I haven't had a really horrible (paying) job or one that made me excited and/or inspired. 

I loved.  I've lost.  I've won (Isn't that oh-so deep?).

However, that's not my Six Word description.

No, after really thinking about the things I've done in my, wait, how old am I again? Oh, that's right, 48-1/2 years.  Jeez.

Anyway, after really thinking about the things I've done in my 48-1/2 years, the best Six Word description I can come up with is this:

Some Questionable Choices But No Regrets.

Because I've made some questionable decisions/choices, some of which were beyond questionable, some were painful and some were just plain stupid.  But I don't regret any of them because they were experiences that made me who I am today.

Older and (somewhat) wiser.

So how would you describe your life in six words?

Tuesday, January 17, 2012


Guess what I got?  Guess what I got?  Guess what I got?

No, not George Parros (dammit)
Nor did I get a restraining order from George Parros.

Although the day isn't over yet.

No, I got an iPhone 4S!!!!

I KNOW!!!!

And can I just say that I love this phone as much as I love George?

Because I do.

Which is why I have named it "George."

Oh, and SPEAKING of my iPhone 4S and George Parros, guess what was the first thing I asked Siri?

Go on, guess.

Give up?

The first thing I asked Siri was, "Where can I find hockey players?"

And Siri's response?

"I'm sorry.  I can't help you with that."

Wow, Siri.  Low blow.
Somehow, Siri found out about my *thing* for stalking hockey players and is trying to protect her/its own ass from any future legal repercussions.

WhatEVER, Siri.  I don't NEED your help.

Except when I need to find a good defense attorney.