> *You have to read this to the end!!* > *_A good laugh for people in the Should I really join Facebook? over 50 _* > *_group !!! Also for those who know people like us._* > > */When I bought my Blackberry I thought about the 30-year business I ran > with 1800 employees, all without a cell phone that plays music, takes > videos, pictures and communicates with Facebook and Twitter.I signed up > under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids, their spouses, > 13 grandkids and 2 great grand kids could communicate with me in the > modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with > only 140 characters of space. > > That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, > Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and > something that sends every message to my cell phone and ev ery other > program within the texting world. > > My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything > except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready > to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag. > > The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get > lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I > keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it's red] > phone I am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing > in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife and everyone in the > nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. I had to take my hearing aid out to > use it,and I got a little loud. > > I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside > that gadget was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a > long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, > "Re-calc-u-lating." You would think that she could be nicer. It was like > she could barely tolerate me. She would let go with a deep sigh and then > tell me to make a U-turn at the next light. Then if I made a right turn > instead. Well, it was not a good relationship. > > When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the > cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as > Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me. > > To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the > cordless phones in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still > haven't figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have run > around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty > laundry baskets when the phone rings. > > The world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up every > time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on > something themselves but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time I > check out just knocks me for a loop. I bought some of those cloth > reusable bags to avoid looking confused, but I never remember to take > them in with me. > > Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?" I just > say, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual." Then it's their turn to > stare at me with a blank look./* > */I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, No, but I do toot a lot." > /* > */P.S.I know some of you are not over 50. I sent it to you to allow you > to forward it to those who are/* ***************************************** Live Simply, Love Generously, Care Deeply, Speak Kindly and Leave the Rest to God.