Linking up with Jen!
It finally happened. My youngest got a hold of a bottle of oil (hair waxing remover) and placed my iPhone at the mercy of its contents. All of its contents.
This being the first mobile phone accident in the 5 years I’ve owned a smartphone, I have to say I’m proud we made it this far. But OIL? I was totally leaning for water, because rice bath. Done.
But no. Oil for this mom’s phone.
And the screen damage looks fantastic.
The oil is acting like a poison: seeping to the most integral parts, slowly infecting my phone’s body. At first my screen just appeared like I’d dimmed the backlighting. Then streaky lines started to appear. Then bright white spots emerged. Then I called Apple (with my iPhone of course) and my microphone started getting choppy and the Apple Care Expert I was talking with sounded like she was listening as someone was literally dying on the other end, “Hello? Carolyn? You’re breaking up. I can barely hear you! Okay, I- I- I’ll just walk you through a few steps… I’m so sorry! …oh! I’m sorry! It’ll be okay… Just try to breathe…”
My first thoughts of panic were not the loss of my audio speakers (because see Take #3). Not the loss of my ability to talk on the phone (I hate doing that anyway). I did not wring my hands in anxiety that my phone might die and I’d be shut off from mobile access to social networks. No. None of those things. My panic struck at the loss of my ability to see the screen clearly enough to edit a photograph.
AHHH!!!! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITHOUT MY GHETTO FABULOUS MOBILE PHOTO EDITING APPS!?!?!
Now I have to, like, sit down at a computer if I want to make an image look nice. bah ha. ha. ha. ha.
Mourn with me.
In the past, we’ve talked personality types. I am consistently an INTJ/INTP (there’s a %1 difference between the Judging and the Prospecting for me).
At first I didn’t think it made much sense, but I enjoy music, I do, but I’m not head-over-heels always having headphones on my head or music blasting in the car. It’s like purposely putting a person in my head who won’t shut up. “Get out! OUT of my head I need to think!” is what music does to me.
Sometimes I feel that it sways me to think emotionally in a way which I’d otherwise not rationally consider.
It’s all feeling and emotional propaganda and hardly any facts at all.
Okay, wait– Domo arigato, Mrs. Roboto. Maybe that does make complete sense for the introvert who relies on logic and frequently concludes that emotion gets in the way of rational behavior. touché.
Yet, there are times when Queen Elsa does enjoy music. Most of the time, it’s when I’m writing or doing art work. And that makes sense because rationality can only take one so far when expressing love, or beauty, or goodness.
If pressed to put on some tunes, I’m your Coldplay, Mumford & Sons, DMB, and recently Bastille kind of music listener (who did not know that any other kind of music existed besides the Beatles until the fourth grade). Just to give you a base of what is comfortable for me. And put me in a theatre for a musical and the hills are aliiiiiive with the sound of wonderment and awe and good vibes. I cried at Wicked’s intermission because I thought Defying Gravity was so powerful. Okay? So I’m not a total ice queen.
So, which such musics totally go against my character, yet I can’t stop myself from shrilly bellowing along to the sounds of paradox?
- Nicki Minaj’s Super Bass.
So awful.ly fun.
- Lil’ Wayne. How To Love. …I have no explanation for this.
- P!NK. Anything from her.
- Beyoncé – I just listened to Pretty Hurts and it made sniffle.
What music do you totally love in spite of yourself? David Bowie? I knew it.
Back to my musical comfort zone. Being an INTJ/P you can accurately assume that I typically wouldn’t enjoy concert goings or being in large crowds. Troo dat.
BUT. I’ve been to a few. And I have to say the most magical concert I’ve ever experienced was Coldplay. Experiencing Coldplay live is a musical kind of drug in which the introvert finds her arms lifting above her head, against her own wishes, and dancing like a flower child in a field of wheat and no bugs, suspended in outer space with fireflies encircling her head of floating hair.
Tell me, what was the best concert you’ve ever attended? Really! Tell me!
Coldplay’s letting out some new magic on the 19th.
Here’s my new favorite. MMM!
I luhh dat. On repeat forever.
My bloggy friend Krystin. I have to shout out to her. Her husband has been deployed with the US Air Force overseas for …5 months. She homeschools 6 children, one who was recently placed on the Autism spectrum. She’s been doing it all alone, and still managed to blog a little about it, and have a sip from her “Deployment Survival Glass” now and then.
As much as I whine about my own husband working long hours and taking night classes to finish his degree, he still comes home at night. That makes a huge difference for a wife, to know there is, in fact, an end each day. Krystin basically had to pull an all-nighter for the last 5 months. Until today. Her husband has finally returned, and her FB and Instagram feed have brought tears to my eyes. I am so happy for you, Krystin, and your family! Whole at long last!
I was scrolling through Krystin’s Instagram and Lexington asks “Who are those people, Mom?”
“Some of Mommy’s friends, ” says I.
“WHAT!? YOU HAVE FRIENDS???” says he, aghast.
I know. I know.
And now. I will wait for 3 more hours until I may enjoy a glass of this wine with Craig.
Or maybe I will wait 3 more minutes.
Don’t blog, don’t tell.
(PS: that wine shot is my first edit in Lightroom! Pretty good, eh?)