8 Days and 7 Nights with an iPhone

Guess what you guys? I have an iPhone for a week! I know! Now THIS is like Christmas, except I have to give it back after a week, which will either be a total bummer or land me in jail after they pry it from my iPhone lovin’ little fingers. I am using the phone as part of some company program or whatever. I am not really sure, but I do know that I have to occasionally report where I am with the phone and upload photos. Perhaps that seems a little creepy and intrusive, but so what? Maybe it is the government spying on me, but all I know is, I will send them all the pictures and exact locations they want, because for 8 glorious nights, I have an iPhone. And I intend to USE it for all the intellectual and forward-thinking pursuits one associates with an iPhone.

For one delicious week I can check my email ANYWHERE. (Today I wrote one in Barnes & Noble!) I can surf the internet while at a conference at work (but of course I would NEVER EVER do that, even if the conference were stupidly scheduled on the NHL Trade Deadline Day). I can take pictures of my shenanigans and send or post them IMMEDIATELY. (Talk about the wrong superpower in the wrong hands!)  But if those X-Files dudes at iPhone headquarters are looking for something scandalous, this is about all they are going to get from this girl’s photo album  today. This is the shirt Karyn and I bought for Saturday’s Shamrock Run. (Just to be clear, we EACH have one, we are not running in one shirt.) You see, I originally got a much more boring conservative green shirt to wear in the Shamrock because I remembered how last year, when I ran it for the first time I was  literally the only person not wearing ANY green. Soooo not cool. And so I was initially happy to have any old dorky green shirt until Karyn, god bless her, found this one. Karyn is, for better or worse, what I like to call my reconnaissance shopper. She goes shopping, buys stuff, wears it, and makes it look SO good that then I go and buy it too. How cool is that? Not too cool for Karyn I will tell you right now. (Actually, Karyn is pretty laid back about the whole thing.)

And in races, just like in 6th grade, it is completely fine, and even encouraged, for two girls (or boys–remember the Turkey Trot slanket crew?)  to dress in matching outfits. So interestingly enough, I am not concerned about pissing Karyn off or about us looking like 12-year-olds in the race. My big dilemma right now (since I have banished the Sabres to Jessica punishment) is that I like this shirt SO much I may not want to wear it in a race. It may just be too cute for running. I know. You think you people have problems.

Just iMagine life with out an iPhone. Luckily, for right now, I do not have to.

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