making strides (and improving my self-esteem)
If you’ll recall, I told you last week about my Pinkberry, which I’m having trouble figuring out. Well, I felt much better the other night at dinner when neither Emily (Furr) Hogan, who has a Blackberry herself, nor Brad Parker, who knows a thing or two about technology, could figure out how to make it connect to the internets. We’re thinking that my Blackberry service has not yet been connected or something, so I’ll have to go by a Verizon store at some point to see what’s happening.
However, I did get most of my numbers transferred over from my old phone. I had to let a lot of people go, though, because I was tired of typing them in, so when I got to people I haven’t spoken to in over a year, or people I’ve only talked to once or twice and don’t intend to call again, or people I don’t have a crush on, I just passed right on by. If you think you fall into any of those categories, and you don’t want to lose touch with me, you are hereby obligated to call me because as of last night, I no longer have your number.
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