OMG - WWJD

I just read where this 13-year-old girl won a prize for text-messaging the word "supercalafragilisticexpialidocious" in under 15 seconds. She estimates that she sends approximately 8,000 texts messages a month to her friends and family.

I guarantee, she'd be no friend of mine.

First of all, I hate getting text messages because I can't figure out how to retrieve the damn things.

Second, they're so cumbersome to send! I didn't even like those old phone numbers when I was a kid, like OL-9-2368 (that was ours). I really don't even like the clever phone numbers like, 1-800-AIRPLAN. All that hunt and pecking is a waste of time.

When I get a text message, I always call back and say, "Call me!"

Geez! It's so much easier and efficient.

And what's with these teeny-boppers anyway? Why do they want to thumb away on a cell phone rather than actually speaking to a person? What's up with that?

Don't get me wrong. I love technology. I'd hate to live without my internets, Tivo, cell phone and my blog family.

I just don't see the allure of text-messaging. Besides, it promotes bad spelling.

I'd love to see what would happen to these kids if they had to spend a week with 1960's technology like I grew up with. We had a dial telephone with eight families on a party line, for crying out loud. Remember the game, "Operation"? That was about as high tech as we got. These kids would explode.

I really wonder what this kid would be doing if she couldn't be sending her 8,000 text messages each month.