We all have them, we all wish we didn’t. When I left HGTV I had to buy my own blackberry. I got a pearl. DO NOT get a pearl. It is a complete nightmare and I’m being nice. I have been back to the Verizon store at least 8 times and my email still didn’t function correctly. Then yesterday, out of nowhere, my voicemail password was “no longer valid” and I could not get in to hear the 9 messages I had acrued in oh, say 30 minutes, to save my life. So dear sweet hubby takes over, and… there! He fixed it. He fixed it all right. He deleted everything, and I do mean everything from my phone. Contacts, email accounts…you name it, he anilated it. People…what does Kathryn do when she gets stressed? Yes, she WIGS. So, In an impaired state, I drive to the Verizon store. Closed. All I want to do, is give them the awful, hell-sent, Pearl and never see it again. Can’t. Been too long. But I CAN lose HALF my money, and then spend a whole boatload more, for something else. Uh oh. Where’s your manual Ms. Gage? Ohhhh. Without it we can do nothing. Box has to have evvvverything in it. So, I take my half-asleep, UNFED child, and leave the store, cry all the way home, get the coffee-stained manual and head back. Exit the car, step in a big wad of gum. Kill me Now. PLEASE.
Anyway–after 4 hours–yes 4 hours at Verizon, I now have a working Blackberry and I think it’s doing what it’s supposed to be. I have 12 ka-gillion things that needed doing today and I can’t even bring myself to crack the stack. So I took pictures of my sleep and food deprived child. Yes, this does indicate that I am not functioning on all cylinders. Who, after a day like mine, tell me WHO, trys to make a 4 yr. old (with no nap or lunch) take pictures? Only someone as nutty as me.
Well, somehow we survived, and yes, things could be a whooooole lot worse. Now mom…please call me…I no longer have your number.
