Your pictures were roughly the size of a nail.
I could send texts with the speed of a snail.
T9-Word, you treated me well.
Our time together was really quite swell.
I’ll ever forget the sound of your snap,
When I closed you up, put you down for a nap.
You didn’t have internet, your battery was dying.
If I said that I missed you, I’d probably be lying.
Half of the time, I didn’t know where you were.
Which made my dear hubby growl with a Grrrrr.
You know nothing of Instagram, or any apps really.
But don’t feel bad. That’s not your fault, silly.
You’re a nod to the past, of simpler times.
I’ll never forget you, old friend of mine.
If you’ve noticed an increase of picture posting on my Twitter or Facebook, it’s because I finally succumbed to the hype and got an iPhone. Interesting fact: iPhones are cheaper than flip phones. Who woulda thunk. I think it’s because flip phones are something of a dying breed, a few years short of becoming antiques. Hey – find me on Instagram! I’m officially a part of the 21st century.
Let’s Talk: Phones these days – do you love them or hate them?
Thanks so much for the amazing response to my A Broken Kind of Beautiful launch team invitation! I was absolutely, one hundred percent encouraged. I believe I have responded to everyone who sent me an email. If I somehow missed you, please let me know. All of the spots have been filled. The good news is, I will be giving a few advanced copies away leading up to the release here on this blog, and on my Facebook Author Page. So keep your eyes peeled!
Also, I apologize for subjecting you to the horrendously bad poetry. Billy Collins, I am not.
Nope. I still have my dumb, flip phone. I told the guy at the phone store that I don’t want texting, the Internet, or cameras – I just want to make a PHONE CALL!
I won on the texting part, but my phone has the capability of taking pictures and going on the Internet. Aha, but I don’t have to use those features. 🙂
Knuckle bump to my flip phone buddy. I ditched mine this year too. I’m still getting used to my smart phone. I think my smart phone is driving my husband nuts. I certainly use it more than my dumb phone. Have fun!
LOL! I’ll never forget when I whipped out my Blackberry at ACFW and said I had the most outdated phone on the planet. And then you snapped that flip-phone open! 🙂 Funny enough, I upgraded to an iPhone a couple months ago. We’re finally in the 21st century, Katie!
LOL congrats on the new phone and yay for funny poetry. I have an iPhone and I love it. And sometimes I hate it too–mostly when I feel like I HAVE to be constantly checking social media or whatever. But when I start to feel too tied to it, I’ll just turn it off and hide it under a pile of pillows until I forget about it. So yeah…I love my phone as long as it remembers its place and doesn’t try to control me. Hehehe…
I have a trakfone. Somewhere. 🙂
We thought they were a big deal back in the day. Love my iPhone. A couple of years ago, sitting at a table with elderly friends, one lady said, next thing you know you’ll even be able to pay your bills from your phone. She thought that idea was light years away. I smiled and said, my iPhone already does that. Lol. Enjoy your phone. Loved the poetry.
HA!!! That IS my phone!!! Cell phones are the only electronic temptation that I have not succumbed to. Couldn’t tell you why really. I have no real use for a cell, I suppose. I’m home most of the time and people know how to reach me. In fact, I think the most I use my cell is when I’m traveling out of the country, which makes it an expensive little booger. I hate that cell phones have become an extra body part. There is nothing worse than meeting a friend for lunch and having that phone sit on the table, watching them constantly checking it…needless to say I don’t meet that particular friend anymore, but I see it happening at every table around me in restaurants. My kids weren’t allowed phones at dinner or when we were out as a family…it’s just gotten crazy. So I guess I hate them. 🙂 But they do serve a purpose, I just think society has become far too dependent on them.