Holla! Yes I just said Holla. It’s better than “Yo” or “Who let the dog’s out?” I mean, what a stupid saying. What does letting the dogs out have to do with anything anywhere? And why is there a song about it. Oh damn it, I cannot quit singing that song. WHO, WHO, WHO, WHO, WHO? Sorry.
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My Smart Phone May Be My Ruination
Okay, so. TWH (Tha Wonder Hubby), TB (Tha Boy), and I went to the movies
Saturday night. During what I like to call “The Post-Movie Analysis” TWH started talking about an article he read a while back about Ferris Bueller being his friend Cameron’s Fight Club. He went on about it at length but couldn’t remember exactly WHERE he’d seen it so I did the only thing there was to do, I whipped out my smart phone. “I really think this is going to be the ruin of me” I say as I poke at my screen. TWH looked at me like I was nuts and said “WHAT??” because I started a conversaton in the middle. “My having a smart phone. I think it may ruin me. You know, by making me an insufferable Know-it-all.” TWH muttered “Don’t you mean MORE of an insufferable Know-it- all??” under his breath.
See, I love information. If I don’t know something, or something piques my interest, I will do whatever I need to do to learn about said thing. When I was a kid, it was our battered Encyclopedia Britannica set. In later years, it was The Google. Now, it’s my Smartphone. I will not hesitate to BING the hell out of something and it is AWESOME.
Information is my weapon and I wield it like an anvil on a rope.
If T (the guy I work with) is spewing some wildly inaccurate information about… stuff, I will not hesitate to look his chosen subject up on my little pink rectangle of knowledge. Then, using what can only be described as my best Hermione Granger voice, I will lay down the Information Smackdown.
“Ummmmmmm… NO” is my usual lead in. Followed by “ACTUALLY” or, if T is being really assoholic about how right he thinks he is, “HA!! Listen to THIS shit!!”.
Sadly, I don’t limit my educational forays into the interwebz to just T. I abuse my family with it too. Sometimes even complete strangers. I can’t seem to help myself.
Maybe there’s a 12 Step Program for this.
Lemme go ask The Google.
Bio: Gin is an Adored Wife, a Loved Mother, and the owner of one very devoted Cha-Weenie. She is a recovering Chocoholic and a frustrated runner trapped in a chunky woman’s body who fell into Blogging mostly on a whim.
She can be found spewing the Good, the Bad, and the Slightly Amusing things in her life at MouthyBarberMom.com