The Big O Know
byPhones and driving don’t mix. I know that. And yet today…
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The Walking Disaster
byDespite clear leaps forward over the last hundred years with such things as indoor loos, disposable nappies, snot sucker-outerers, nappy wipes, toddler-leashes & Phenergan, I’m not convinced parenting is getting any easier.
Okay, I Get The Message
byI’m currently perched on a stool at a cafe tapping into my laptop and wondering if it’s safe to go home yet.
Phone Scammers Beware
byApparently there’s a problem with our internet…but I think our three year old has fixed it.
I’m Feeling Lucky
byA friend of ours found out this week that when your kid asks if they can ‘play your phone’ while you have a chat, it doesn’t always mean they’re pressing on Angry Birds or PopStar! or Rush Hour.
Please Hold Our Calls
byTracey and I are purposefully trying to spend less time in front of our screens and more time walking around the house wondering what people do when they aren’t on the internet. And it’s had its problems.
What A Card
by“What’s a Sim card?” I asked the lovely Telstra girl who had come into the bank to do banking. While I checked her deposit and punched the keyboard she was attempting to walk me through getting a secondhand iPhone I’d purchased off a mate to work.
The branch went quiet.
Wiping The Smile Off Your Dial
by“I love technology,” I said to Tracey. I do. Insofar as I love buying a new laptop or tablet.
This post is a warning to all video chat enthusiasts.
The Favourite
by“What are you doing there?” Tracey’s sister asked when Tracey picked up the phone at their parent’s place.
The Hand That Robs The Cradle
byI’d spent a couple of minutes in a sort of loop – staring at the empty phone cradle, checking the kitchen benches, walking through the lounge and bedrooms and then back to the cradle. The phone was nowhere to be seen.
House Call
by“I’ll get it!” is a chorus which reverberates off the walls of our house whenever the phone rings. Followed, since there is only one phone, by the jostling and squabbling and calls of, “It’s MY turn!!”