Smart phones and the stupid women who own them

For Christmas Dan surprised me with a smart phone. An IPhone 4s to be exact. The S stands for Siri. She's supposed to be pretty awesome, but as far as I can tell she's just another back talking, only helpful some of the time, addition to my family. One day when I was trying to get directions to somewhere I was undoubtedly running late for, she even responded that she couldn't help me right then. See- kind of like another child.

Back to the actual smart part of my phone. My sister in law showed me something on it that she said I was going to love. At that point I wasn't even positive how to make a
phone call on it so I was all ears!

And then she proceeded to show me the stock ticker and how I could check our investments real time right on my phone.

*crickets chirping*

It's like she doesn't even know me.

I wanted a smart phone for one reason only. Facebook. Well, and for mobile coupons.

It's so cool to be able to take a photo or video with my phone and instantly have the ability to send it anywhere. And by anywhere I mean except my blog. I can not for the life of
Me figure out how to get them from my phone to the blog without emailing first to a desktop. Which is probably better for you, I already post too many mediocre photos on this here blog.

This post has been brought to you by my smart phone and monkey joes- which is where I sit typing it. Because my friend that was supposed to meet me here for a playmate ditched us last minute with some lamo excuse about totaling her van on the way here. Whatever.

Forgive any typos. My fingers are large and these buttons are tiny.