This past Friday afternoon was not like every other Friday afternoon. It was the day I got my dirty little paws on my first iPhone.
I was always that girl that didn’t really care about having the newest coolest tech gadget. In fact, I prided myself in having a phone to use it for what it was meant to do…make phone calls. I got so bad about this, I actually refused to pay for a cell phone. Verizon’s “new every two” was the thing for me. Every two years I got a new (and free) cell phone. These phones always had buttons. I thought that was the best part.
Here’s what old faithful looked like.
It wasn’t a bad little phone. It served it’s purpose, plus had a slide out keyboard to accommodate my texting habit.
This phone has been dropped more times than I can even recall. The shell of it actually falls apart when I’ve dropped it over the past few months. Over the past weeks, it’s been shutting off if I try to send a picture message. It was time for a new phone. I had to bite the bullet. Thursday night I went on the Apple site and reserved my iPhone.
I picked it up along with a sweet new turquoise Speck Candyshell case and an anti-glare screen protector.
Oooh La La!
Siri is my new BFF. She is my personal assistant on my phone. I push the little button and ask her to remind me to email so and so when I get to work. As soon as I pull into the parking lot… “Mindy, don’t forget to email so and so” .
Unbelievable. How did I ever get by without this thing?!
Since Friday, I have become significantly more Tweetastic. I am obsessed with Instagram, the Pinterest app (obviously), words with friends, and the google translator. Did I mention that I’ve had this phone for 72 hours and I think my thumbs are going to snap off?!
Oh yea, I typed this entire post on it using the free WordPress app 😉
Do you have an iPhone? Do you have an android phone? Are you completely obsessed like me? Is this addiction curable? HELP!