I am still here, I just don't want to talk.

Just before Christmas Verizon Wireless sent me a gift. I call it a gift because... well, they gave it to me. We had ordered a battery for one of our phones and when the box arrived it seemed a bit heavy. The latest and greatest Blackberry Storm, kit and kaboodle was accidentally placed in our box and sent. Sheldon was kinda pissed, he called and told them they better not charge his credit card (I laughed, like he had enough on that credit card to cover a Blackberry Storm!) they told him that it was an an accident and that they would send a tracking number to us so that we could send it back to them... ok. Well, honestly, they never sent us anything.

After a month went by and no one came a knocking down the door I was "allowed" to activate it. I have a love/hate relationship with this bit of technology, this brick in my purse. It is a lot of phone. Now, with him gone... I can't let it out of my sight. All email, Facebook, phone calls and texts make this thing come to life. My spam filters are set to max but of course, with a 13 year old email address, some of the shit gets through and wakes me up at 3 am. But I can't turn it off. I can't ignore it. I get no sleep. I am married to a phone.

So, here is the bottom line. I am here. In El Paso. Loving and Hating my phone. Thanks for calling to check up on me, really. Please don't leave a voice mail, I'll call ya back when I am ready. I just can't handle anymore questions.

V