December Randomness

So my new column about must-have apps for mummies is up at Tulsa Kids:  go take a look if you a) have a hip iPhone like I now do, or b) you are hoping to get a hip phone from Santa this year.  Or if, also like me, you like to read about things you do NOT have and then compose long retail wish lists in your head.

(Speaking of my little column:  a older lady at church* recognized me today:  "Do you write for Tulsa Kids?"  "Oh, you have EXPENSIVE TASTE.  But I enjoy reading your column."  Sheesh!  Sure I have expensive taste, but I think my columns regularly point out that I can't AFFORD my expensive taste!  That this existential conundrum is in fact the core dilemma of my very EXISTENCE!  Anyhoo.)

I do still adore my phone.  I have heard that Siri, the automated chick who lives in the iPhone, becomes progressively better at voice recognition because she becomes used to your voice and inflections.  Alas, my poor Siri is probably going to end up in asylum, because not only is she trying to understand my voice, she is also trying to understand 14-month-old-baby babble.  "Sorry, I didn't get that," Siri will say.  "I didn't understand."  I know that one day she is just going to come right out and say "WHAT THE F***?!"

And the stupid battery on my phone:  if I don't charge it in the middle of the day, by 4pm it is giving me low battery warnings.  This is even when my monsters haven't been playing their battery-sucking games on it:  Angry Birds, NCAA something or other, Fruit Ninja?  AARGH.  So I will have to bring the phone back to the dreaded Apple store where the hipster Apple employees will have to run some sort of diagnostic on the darn thing.  Ah, yes:  a trip to the mall in December.  Anything to make the notorious holiday suicide rate rise.

* Yes, it was a Holy Day of Obligation for us Catholics - the Immaculate Conception of Mary.  So, yay for me for making it to church on a Thursday with 2/5 of the children, but BOO - I didn't get there until AFTER the homily.  Got to keep the priests busy hearing confessions, right?