As an only child, I love my parents dearly. They endured countless years of being my Barbie playmates, my grocery store customers (yes, I made them buy groceries from their own kitchen), my talk-show audience... pretty much my everything. I'm lucky I get to see them fairly often since I only live about an hour away. Even though they're a short drive away I can always be equally entertained by their ridiculous phone calls and text messages!
Granted, they've both come a long way with their technology know-how, but they are FAR from even being considered "beginners" at the internet and cell phones. If my Dad had it his way, he'd still be using a typewriter and my Mom would use a corded phone.
My Mom enjoys sending undecipherable text messages to which I reply, "try again!," in hopes that she'll include some punctuation or even vowels in the message. Wishful thinking.
|Exciting life, Mom|
Please notice the BLANK TEXT.
Don't be fooled - these weekday gardening texts are quickly followed by the Friday night phone conversations that go something like this...
Mom: Hey! What are you doing!?
Me: Studying (yes, on a Friday night - medical school sucks
Mom: Do you haaaaave to study? We're going to the CASINO! Come with us!
Me: No thanks, I can't tonight.
Mom: You're boring.
My dad is a little less of a "texter" and more of a phone call kinda guy. He does like to send picture messages though. So, first I get a phone call from my Mom asking if I know who the band Tool is and then immediately get a text from my Dad:
|My Dad is awesome and hangs w/rockers.|
Obviously, my Dad is unfazed by celebrities. Baller.
My parents are hilarious and the best a girl could ask for -- I couldn't be any luckier.
|I only look tall because of heels.|
*Mom & Dad - I know you won't read this because I banned you from getting facebook and/or twitter, but I love you! If you're reading this - you're in sooo much trouble!
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