I do not talk on the phone very much. I’m definitely more of an e-mail girl. 
But I especially don’t talk on my cell phone very much. In fact, there are very few people who even know my cell phone number, and they’ve found that if they try to call it, it’s usually off. Or very far away from me.
And if you wanted to send me an urgent text? Don’t bother. I probably won’t get it for days. You’re better off sending an email…or even commenting on my blog.
Basically, I own a cell phone so schools can contact me if my kids have an emergency, and so I can call my husband while I’m grocery shopping to check on things we might need.
I was in the car earlier today, on my way to pick L. up from preschool, and I kept hearing a strange sound. I wondered if an alarm on my iPod was going off, but…no. I thought the radio was having some trouble, but when I turned it off, the sound continued.
Finally, I figured it out. My cell phone, sitting in a cupholder and charging, was ringing. My mother was calling to check on something with me. Luckily for her, I answered it before she was ushered to my voicemail.
Yes, I am that unfamiliar with the sound of my cell phone. And I realize it makes me an anomaly in this day and age.
Perhaps I should get a bit more familiar with the sound of it ringing…you know, in case there ever was an emergency with one of my kids.


Welcome to Fall Into Reading 2010! Apparently, our local weather doesn’t realize today is the first day of autumn (Highs in the 80s? Not quite the crisp-and-cool feel I was looking for…), but it’s true. Fall begins today! And so — hooray! — does Fall Into Reading 2010!




















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