Plus One Phone; Minus Multiple Important Photos

So, not only do I have my phone back, but I have the New and Improved Model. You know- faster, stronger, better. With a wicked waterproof, shatterproof case. Yeah, that baby is going to save my life.
The last phone I had was
1. dropped on hard surface floors at least once a week. The evidence of this was a huge spiderwebby crack all over the face of the phone. But, hey. Cosmetics are not important to me. It still worked!
2. Dropped in a sink full of wet dishes
3. Dropped in the sand, dirt, and mud
4. Chewed on by a drooling, teething baby
5. DROPPED IN A TOILET. after it had been used. before it had been flushed (but not before the teething baby)
But, none of these things killed my phone. I mean, the toilet thing happened years ago. The shattered face had been flaking off bits of glass for months. No. It just finally gave up the ghost. Maybe it was internal bleeding. Maybe it just couldn't take it anymore. You know, it was all just too much.

The catch is I had not synced my phone since......NOVEMBER 11, 2009. Seriously. Three and a half months of new apps, contact info, and PHOTOS. My photos are gone! Christmas, Birthday, trips - GONE. The only upside is that I email photos to friends and family really often, so I have the photos in my sent emails. But, still. That really sucks.

So, if you learn nothing else from me, learn this:

SYNC YOUR DAMN PHONE!!!!!!!!!!!!

No Cell Phone?!!!

I lost a limb! Or, at least that's what it feels like. My phone died last night, and now I feel like an important part of my functioning body is missing. So, of course, I am scrambling to run to town as fast as possible to replace my poor unfortunate phone.

All of this brings to mind the history of life that falls within B.C.P.times. Before Cell Phones. Seriously, I have to ask the question: How the f*ck did we survive! I know we did. We are here now, alive and well, despite having to muddle through those harrowing dark ages.

But, sometimes I just forget, you know. I forget what it was like to not have GPS and laptops and roaring fast internet and cell phones. Honestly, I was a kid, so I don't actually know how adults went through the steps to, say, travel without these gadgets. How does one arrange a trip to Disney Land? Find a clean, inexpensive hotel in San Francisco? Find out when Trader Joe's closes? Find a Starbucks within a 5 mile radius of your present location? ALL WITHOUT INTERNET, GPS, OR CELL PHONES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It freaks me out just imagining it.

Serious Cell Phone Phobia

 A while back, my husband told me about a study proving that using an earpiece reduced the risk of getting a brain tumor.
To which I asked, "Reduces it from what?"
"From risks involved with using a cell phone," he expounded.
At this point, I stopped in mid-step, put down my laundry basket, looked him in the eyes, and very intelligently responded, "Huh?"
My very patient husband then explained how studies have been conducted to test the long term risks of using cell phones. Apparently, one of the risks is brain tumors.
"In fact," he said, cheerfully wrapping up his pep talk, "Radio towers are built with fences around them because if a deer walks too close to the tower, it gets microwaved - cooked. And, since cell phones are basically tiny, miniature versions of a radio or cell tower, there are similar, albeit smaller scale, versions of the same risks."
By this point, I am ready to flush my cell phone down the toilet, and obviously the look on my face expressed that sentiment because my husband said. "You mean, you hadn't heard any of this before?"
I then launched into a panicked tirade about how in the world did cell phones become legal for use if this research was out there!? How much can a person use a cell phone before the tumor begins to grow? How can they be sure the earpiece helps? I wear that phone in my pocket all freakin' day! Am I going to get ovarian cancer because of that?
When I finally calmed down enough to hear my husbands voice over my hyperventilations, I realized all he could say to comfort me was, "I don't know." So helpful.
As my pulse slowed a bit, I began to think to myself, "Okay, in case this is all true, I will be sure to use an earpiece. If an earpiece isn't handy, I'll put it on speakerphone. Okay. I'll be okay."
I can't help but wonder, though, let's say I'm a good girl and use the earbud every time I talk on the phone. I put the earpiece in; then put the phone in my back pocket.
Does this mean I run the risk of developing ass cancer? As if my butt isn't big enough already, it's got to grow a tumor, too.