My Crackberry Addiction And Other Technology I Can't Live Without

A friend recently asked me if my Blackberry was for work.  I think my reply was something along the lines of, "Hells freakin' no."  There are two things that have revolutionized the way I've kept in touch with my friends and family since moving abroad: Skype and my Blackberry.  Frankly, I don't know what I would do without either.

I talk to my mom twice a day on Skype: once in the morning on my way out to work when she's about to go to bed, and once when she wakes up in the morning when I get home from work.  Because we talk to each other so often, I don't get nearly as homesick as I would if I didn't hear from her twice a day.  The best part about it is that we don't actually have to talk talk, but rather, type talk.  That way, if she wants to go into a long, rambling explanation of why she went to the bead store in Olympia rather than Tacoma the other night for a necklace-making class at 7:58 a.m. my time, I can continue on with my sandwich preparation for the day and come back to read her long, oh-so-interesting message so we both don't have to drop everything to speak to each other.  It's oh-so-convenient.

And after hearing me complain about my cheap, pink Motorola piece-of-crap phone for the hundredth time, John personally accompanied me to the T-Mobile store at Westfield and convinced me to purchase the Blackberry Curve 8520.  Omg.  You know that expression, "it's the best thing since sliced bread"?  It seriously is the best thing since sliced bread (even though I've turned my nose up at sliced bread now - it's all about the bread knife, people).

You see, ever since Udita got her iPhone 4 and I got my Blackberry, we both wake up in our respective time zones, blindly reach for our phones (because we are both nearsighted as heck) and squint (yes, that's the term we use) at our emails to each other, cackling as we scroll through (I don't know, I cackle - do you, Udita?).  Then when I've finally settled myself into my seat on the tube for my 20-minute journey into work, I eagerly reach into my bag for my phone and begin to compose a 2-paged missive to Udita filled with "omgs", "likes", "srslys" and more grammatical and conversational faux pas that would make Paris Hilton srsly proud. 

I love my Crackberry.  I'm shamelessly addicted.  How about you?