As mentioned previously, I’ve recently switched to AT&T because I fell in love with the sexy iPhone. As pretty much any of my friends can attest to, I’m firmly addicted to my phone. I’d rather text or email than talk, and much to my joy, I’ve found there’s an app for almost anything I can think of.

Imagine the look that crept across my face today as I opened my first bill and found that it was nearly $500. For one month. With over $300 in data charges. Yeah, I use it that much to access the interwebz, but OH HAI UNLIMITED DATA?!

Gathering myself up off the floor, I stared at it again and wondered what all the random charges were. Not being one to just pay a bill without questioning someone to hell and back first, I grabbed the house line and called AT&T.

After the last little incident - I still want that hour of my life back dammit - I was fully prepared to put my feet up and waste yet another hour of my life trying to get my bill straightened out.

Ah, but life does like to drop surprises in my lap from time to time, and sometimes good ones! Within a mere 15 minutes, half the charges on the phone were dropped, my account reviewed and adjusted accordingly for less minutes.

Apparently, even Mini-Me texts more than talking. Nearly 4000 text messages going through her phone, but under 400 minutes of talking time.

Now all I have to do is wait for the 3.0 software to come out and I can get back to sending quirky pictures to friends of the amusing things I run across in my daily life.

I’m still trying to get my heart to slow down, between the bill and the quick customer service, I’m still in a state of shock. A girl can only take so much in one day before losing her mind! And as we all know, mine is a little hinky to begin with.

Best solution: I’m off to have a Guinness!

As I woke up Sunday morning with the light streaming in through the windows, slowly rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, it occurred to me that it was awfully bright and would hopefully be a nice day. That’s when it hit me that something was very very wrong.

Light coming in through the windows. Sunlight. And my alarm was set for 5:30. I literally threw myself out of bed, grabbed my phone, looked at the time and went into panic mode. I had 20 minutes to get myself caffeinated, showered, dressed, packed, and get to my girlfriend’s house about seven miles away.

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Party time!

I went to bed Friday night feeling a bit of anticipation for the DC 101 Chili Cook-Off on Saturday. Slated for the day was good food, lousy beer, good friends, and good music. I opted out of my usual Friday carousing, and instead stayed in, had a beer or two, cleaned the house, and went to the store to get breakfast for the crew Saturday morning.

Last year’s Cook-Off was a clusterfuck of lines, lines, and more lines. Two hours standing in line just to get in. Another hour lost standing in line to get beer tickets. More time lost standing in the beer line. Absolute insanity. This year promised to be different, with fewer lines and more room to wander around. Remembering last year’s hassle with parking, I suggested we take the Metro in.

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Okay, I’m coming clean. I have a bad habit of texting while driving. I don’t do it all the time, because it’s a little difficult to keep your car going in a straight line when you are fumbling with your iPhone trying to hit the right letter.

I was hanging out with some of my girlfriends last night, and the subject of my other bad habit, speeding, came up. And I was chastised to hell and back about my speeding habits. Scolded and reminded that I’m somebody’s mother and should be thinking of them, especially my daughter who is still at home with me.

On my way home, I heard this awesome remake of Blondie’s Call Me and wanted to tell pseudo-hubby so I wouldn’t forget it. You have no idea how much I forget these days. Like forgetting that I could, oh, I don’t know, tag the damn song with my iPhone. The blonde is strong with me these days.

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I keep holding my finger over the publish button on my match.com profile. To activate or keep de-activated, that is the question. On the one hand, I’m paying for it, you know? On the other hand, is it even worth the time?

Thus far from my adventures on Match, I’ve received one thoroughly broken (as in shattered, destroyed) heart, two really good friends, and a couple of acquaintances that I enjoy talking to from time to time. The friends and acquaintances? Good. Broken heart? Yeah, you can keep that.

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