Thursday, March 15, 2007

These People Are Too Smart for Me

A while ago, Reha gave our 16 year old malcontent Carrie her cell phone. Carrie, bless her pointy little head and like her father with the pointy head before her, is not overly blessed with the ability to keep ahold of stuff. I.E., she loses stuff *all* the time. Admittedly, Carrie is actually a little better about keeping her stuff than I am, but I’m in charge around here (ie., I’m in charge of this site, not in charge of anything else), so I get to bend the facts to my needs, mmmm K?

Anyway, pico-seconds after she got the thing from Reha, Carrie lost the phone. I said for a few months that if she’d just clean her room, I be willing to bet the house it would re-surface, along with Jimmy Hoffa’s body, lost Beatles recordings and a Buick we reported stolen in 1997, such is the nature of the clutter and crap she has in there.

In my loving and fatherly way, I like to remind Carrie that she has lost the phone. (Because that’s what good fathers do, right? We tell our children about *all* of their faults in order to help them improve.) I’m a *champ* at this sort of stuff.

Me: “Hey Carrie! Do you know how much that phone you lost, cost? Yes, that’s an unfortunate rhyme, deal with it.”
Carrie (sullenly and in the most emo-esque teenager way possible from the other room): “Um, no.”
Reha: “Oh please, Jon, like you’ve never lost *anything* in your life.”
Me (loving father figure, remember?): “You think I harp on the fact she lost the phone too often?”
Reha (knowing she is so totally right about this): “Yeah, you do.”
Me (yelling to Carrie): “Carrie… you think I bring up the phone thing too often? Have I ever even told you how much it cost?”
Carrie (the epitome of sullen): “No.”
Me (perhaps a bit smug, I must admit): “It was $200 when we bought it. Now, you didn’t know that before now, did you? I hadn’t ever even mentioned it cost, right?”
Carrie (reaching previously unseen levels of sullen): “No.”
Me (I can feel that I’m going to win here!): Well, do you think I bring up the phone too much?
Carrie: “Um… I’m not going to answer that.”
Me (Victory is mine!): Because Mom thinks I bring up the phone too much. But I think that she brings up the fact that I bring up the phone too much, too much.”
Carrie (snatching victory from my grasp): “Well, I agree with one of you.”

It’s a silver Motorola RAZR. If you see it, please send it to Ransom Note Typography HQ. We’ll take the postage out of Carrie’s allowance.

1. You paid $200.00 for a phone?  Cellphone comanies give phones away for free btw.

   Posted by michael  on  03/15/07  at  01:24 PM

2. I know… I am a moron. It was *just* after the RAZRs came out. It was shiny and seductive and it “called” to me. I could here its cries and it had to come home with me.

   Which is why I’m going into hibernation when the iPhone comes out.

   Posted by jon  on  03/15/07  at  01:30 PM

3. Ah, the iPhone.  The phone that can do anything and everything except fit in your pocket.  I’m hung up on the, “Yeah, but it can’t fit in your pocket.” part.  And big laptops, if you want something to be portable wouldn’t you want it to be small?  I love my iBook because I got the 12” model so you really can take and use it everywhere.  I don’t get the big laptop thing.

   Posted by michael  on  03/15/07  at  04:46 PM

4. I told you I’m smarter than you are.

   Posted by Carrie  on  03/15/07  at  09:20 PM

5. And, additionally, I did clean my room. All I found was proof of extraterrestrial life, ya jerk.

   Posted by Carrie  on  03/15/07  at  09:24 PM

6. Michael, yeah, even though the 17” MBP is über, I’d take a smaller over it, given the choice. Not that anyone is giving me a choice, of course. *sigh*

   Carrie, you may indeed my smarter than me and have better hair, but I can… well… um… I don’t know… there’s got to *something*… dang it!

   Fine, I give up.

   /going to back to hibernating in my corner now

   Posted by Jon  on  03/16/07  at  09:54 AM

7. Ha-ha-ha! First AdSense ad says: Eating Disorders Info. They’re reading your metadata…

   Sorry. What I really wanted to say was - you’re publicly disrespecting a 16-year old who has her own weblog? You are truly living on the edge.

   Posted by Radioactive Jam  on  03/16/07  at  06:32 PM

8. Yes, I like to live dangerously, but I have “root” on the server that hosts her site, so I’m not that worried. :-]

   Posted by jon  on  03/16/07  at  06:34 PM

9. And he did impart #99 on her so they do share at least one thing.

   Posted by michael  on  03/16/07  at  09:25 PM

10. Deja vu, you too??!  Same conversation, same phone (ours was black), same nonchalance, malcontent, distracted teenager (ours is male), same conversation between the parents - have you been eavesdropping on our house?!  It’s amazing how MTV can make all these teenagers identical, no matter how hard they try to be individuals.  Is there a support group for parents like us??

    Posted by trish  on  03/17/07  at  05:03 PM

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