So my dream of owning an iPhone will have to wait a little while longer. Apparently, the iPhone is making plans to defect from AT&T and seek technological immunity with T-Mobile sometime this summer. Until then I am in need of a “bridge phone.”

My current phone, is a Nokia, “only slightly better than using a tin can and some string,” flip phone. It was a “free” upgrade from my last mode of communication – a heavy blanket and a smoldering fire. The problem isn’t dropped calls or minimal coverage – it’s that in most of the calls I make, my voice ends up sounding like I’m a minion of the Dark Lord.

Hello – is Candice available?? Oh, no problem… I just wanted to follow up with her regarding our conversation from last week where she promised us her soul. Do you know when she’ll be back from lunch?”
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I have now lived in my “new” house for an entire year; and in that time I have YET to figure out the right way to sort and dispose of my trash. Apparently, there is an “unspoken” class structure or heirarchy amongst the different types of trash that I had not been privy too. Until now. The folks down at CWD (Community Waste Disposal) were more than happy to send me a brochure of the proper protocol for disposing of waste.

It would seem that the icy temps have left the unsuspecting southern states and headed back north, where they belong. I must say, that I don’t really miss the snow like I once had when I first moved to Texas. Images of people digging their cars out of snow banks and long harrowing treks against gale force winds just doesn’t have the same appeal to me as it once did. Of course, when you’re a kid, the nerve endings in your extremities lie dormant – which explains my childhood love of fire-walking.

Is it just the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex or does the drama run high across the country when the wind picks up?

I was watching the 5 o’clock news a few months back – the woman reporting was placing huge emphasis on the manifesting snow flurries that were now visible on the railing she was leaning against. “If you look closely….and I mean closely…you can see that the snow is coming down in big “chunks.” Wow. Chunks. Rarely does Texas get snow, but snow chunks?? The camera pans left then zooms right in on one isolated flake sitting on the guard rail. In the realm of snow flakes, I suppose it was sizable, but it was hardly worth the apocalyptic attention channel 5 was offering.
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