Modern Technology….

…is always good for a laugh.

A few weeks ago, I was picking on my friend in Superior, WI via modern technology. I am friends with her & her daughter on facebook & saw her daughter’s post one Sunday morning.

“I don’t want to get out of bed. Text me.”

We visit them often even though the drive takes us five hours. We can never get enough of them (and Shamrocks Pizza rocks!). The kids have their own laptops, itouchs, cell phones etc but they don’t have wireless internet in their home. They are far out in the country like we are but things haven’t caught up to their area yet. To use internet on their laptops, they still have a dial up of sorts but if they use their phone, it’s high speed. It is common when we’re there to hear, “All right. Where’s my phone?” The kids take them now & then to youtube or facebook. (With permission of course, they just aren’t always returned to where they were picked up. I’d blame it being a kid thing but I know adults *cough*husbands*cough* that do that as well.)

When I saw the post, I knew she had swiped a phone & hopped online real quick to make an update. I wondered for a while why her updates were always “text me” but then I figured it out when I was trying to get my laptop going at their house. Using a phone is faster. She posts on facebook & says to text because she then returns the phone and plays on her own instead. Quite ingenious I might say.

So, I see that message on a Sunday. “I don’t want to get out of bed. Text me.”
Her mom pops on with, “Get up and get ready for church.”
LMAO. OK, she’s on daddy’s phone.
So I pop on.
“Y’all are pathetic. You won’t even go down a flight of stairs.”
I’m on my laptop at home at the kitchen table with my coffee.
My daughter makes a post from her itouch. (Yes, I have wanted one forever but she gets one as a b-day gift from her brother.)
“Mom, I’m upstairs. Can you bring me some tea?”

Yup. Hopped in the game like a real trooper. Don’t know where she gets it from.

File this under TMI or *spoiler alert* for those of you that don’t already know. Hubby & I have separate bedrooms. The choice was easy after his 2nd back surgery. Kill him, leave him, or make him get his own bedroom. Hit men are spendy in MN so here we are.

Some are jealous of my situation and some more conservatives are not. “How selfish! You’ll get enough sleep when you’re dead”, is one response. Thank God it’s a minority because if you know me, you want me to have sleep. If you really know me, you’ll know that doesn’t happen often & you’ll actually cheer for hubby. Do the dynamics of the situation. One does not need to pretend to sleep together for 8 hrs to “sleep together”. Nuff said. He can snore & twitch to his hearts content & I can lay there awake & blame no one but myself for it. He says a gnat can fart at 500′ & wake me up so okay, sometimes I can blame a different “bug” .

I heard the coffee grinder this morning. I was waiting for hubby to come in and wake me up. He always comes in early no matter what day it is. I remember being especially tired going to bed and saying, “Please don’t wake me up at he butt crack of dawn; I want to sleep in.”

As a rule I usually don’t take my phone into my bedroom. On weekends, I get random bonfire pictures etc when the “St Cloud boys” are doing something that we couldn’t get to & they like to treat me like we were there. I love this of course, but not if I happen to be sound asleep at 2 am. I have also shared on occasion, 3 am texts with another insomniac lunatic friend so I keep it handy now. If I’m up, the vibrating of the phone on the floor in silent mode is enough for me to respond.

After hearing the grinder I waited for him to come in. I wait 15 minutes & finally grab my phone & send him text. “You coming in to wake me up or what?” I was surprised that he listened to me.
I hear him laughing from the kitchen then he opens my door.
“I thought you were sleeping in?”
“I tried. I’m up. You didn’t bring me coffee?”
“You didn’t text me your order.”

Pathetic at it’s finest.

We did watch one of my favorite movies last night. Yes, I know. For some reason I can’t make a blog post without a movie reference anymore (or combing 2 thoughts into one post. My bad). Kenneth Branagh is a playwright & has insomnia. Imagine that…a writer that doesn’t sleep. I think it’s a conspiracy…
One of his lines are, “I get insomnia about four times a year. It lasts for three months each time.” Love it!