Yes, it’s every bit as uncomfortable as it looks.
My technology needs and wants are pretty basic. I care nothing about having the latest gadgets and I don’t wish to be internet connected every minute of my life. My computer is indispensable, of course, and I have a cellphone so my kids can contact me when they need to, but I don’t have a smart phone, a Kindle, an iPad or even an iPod, and that’s cool with me.
My little cellphone has served me well for more than 5 years. Sure, the fact that it lacks a keyboard is annoying, though I burn lots of extra calories texting with only the standard numeric keypad, but the hassle of selecting and learning a new cellphone has been enough of a disincentive that I haven’t taken the plunge.
Now, the phone has begun freezing up when I try to text a message, a clear sign that the time has come to upgrade. When my husband learned this last night, his first reaction was to offer to tell me how to fix the phone I have. I declined, saying it really was time for me to have a phone with a keyboard. He then suggested I call AT&T and find out if I can get a free upgrade. I assured him that I would attempt to get a free phone, but if not, I would get the most economical option available. He was apparently concerned that I would come home with a diamond encrusted smart phone of some sort, along with a data plan that would require a second mortgage on our home.
It’s perplexing that my husband sometimes forgets just how low maintenance I am. You’d think it would be fresh in his mind because when he recently asked me what I wanted for Valentine’s Day, I said I wanted the burned out light bulbs in the lamp post by the driveway replaced so I don’t have to retrieve the newspaper in total darkness each morning. (Yes, he granted that wish.)
I’m not the kind of person who has a closet full of expensive shoes and designer handbags. I don’t run out to buy a few rolls of toilet paper, and accidently return home with a new Lexus. In reminding my husband of my low maintenance nature last night, I said, “I have underwear older than our children (who, by the way, are teens not toddlers).” To which my husband and daughter replied, in unison, “EEWWWW!”
Point made.
I’m upset because I seem to have lost my favorite bedtime knee socks. I got them when I was thirteen, so they are forty-nine. And it comforts me to know I still have them…somewhere.
No sense getting rid of a perfectly good pair of bedtime knee socks! I hope they turn up soon
Hey, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. I decline to comment on the state of my underwear, but I actually mend socks. The toes always go first, so I just keep sewing up the holes until the heels wear through (then they’re done). This tends to be embarrassing when I take my shoes off in someone else’s home to reveal tattered, multi-seamed, baggy-ankled socks with see-through heels.
But it’s not quite embarrassing enough for me to go out and buy new socks before I really need them…
Exactly. Thank you for sharing your most intimate sock details
I have a jacket that I bought in 1989 that my husband has been bugging me for years to replace. It is comfortable and the fact that something I bought in 1989 still fits me is good for my ego.
Until, that is, a guy in the park a few weeks ago noticed it and said to me: “Wow! You have an antique Lands’ End jacket!”
No, no, it’s vintage – very cool.
Yeah! I should have set him straight.
If the underwear is still useable, why replace it? Wear it until it disintegrates!
I’ve determined mine is indestructible. I expect to still be wearing it at my 99th birthday party.
I assume that’s all you’ll be wearing?
Hmmm, well, that and a party hat.
If the panty fits, wear it. I’m with you – as long as the holes aren’t TOO big, they’re good to go. After that, I cut up my cotton bloomers for rags so I can still visit them..when I scrub the floor.
ps. Anybody can buy some chocolates – changing that light bulb is TRUE romance.
I’m glad you see that light bulbs = true love. Looking forward to your future blog post on 101 things to do with your old bloomers!
Octogenerian underwear dance party, anyone?
I’ll bring cake.
I’m with you on this one. I hate to be reminded of how tight things are and lectured as if I was Shopping Channel addict. If we were to compare who spends more on things we don’t need it would be clear that I am not the culprit. I will stop now before I unleash a rant that is well past bursting.
Wow, this clearly hit home for you. Perhaps you should vent and let it all out, just don’t hurt anyone
Heheheh…I wouldn’t wish that onto anyone’s blog.
Then perhaps some therapy?
Just get a smart phone. It’s great because you can waste time reading blogs 24 hours a day!!
As appealing as it sounds to read blogs 24/7, I refuse to spend the money.
Oh girl, you deserve an upgrade. My Samsung flip phone just didn’t make it another weekend. I promised myself “Next weekend I will get…” Although the display was slowly cratering…I should have taken the hint…by “one more weekend” I woke up one more morning to zip-nada…all my contacts gone! And no VZ can’t help me as they don’t even carry the battery any more.
Anyway…I got a touchscreen…it is intuitive, friendly and I hope good to go for the next 10 years. I can actually text from a keyboard! I know-decadently luxurious. Yes, I had to “pay” for the “free” upgrade, but divided by 10…it’s a good deal.
You’ve inspired me, Georgette! I too dream of an upgrade, yet have procrastinated. This week for sure…
I purchased a non-smart phone with a keyboard just before Christmas. I was thrilled to finally not burn so many calories while trying to reply a text message. And, for the record, I have bras and underwear older than my kids and higher than the number of years I’ve known my husband.
We are kindred spirits
You know, when I posted this, I fully expected someone to say, “for goodness sake, woman, go buy some new underwear already!” but much to my surprise, we all seem have a drawer full of vintage undies.
This could have been written by me.
My husband, bless him, likes to buy me new underwear. I am grateful, really I am, it is just that he and I seem to have a difference of opnion on a few things:
1. My bra size
2. Sexy lingerie designed to taken off 30 seconds after putting it on does not equate with wear all day in comfort
3. Lace. It itches something horrible.
I do try to buy my own, but he throws it away in aghast, disbelieving horror.
Of course if he bought me Spanx it goes without saying that I would kill him.
Well, technically speaking, he’s not buying that itchy ridiculous stuff FOR you, he’s buying it FOR HIMSELF. Totally agree with you on the dire consequences of buying Spanx for one’s spouse!