It is a modern miracle. Thanks to my big sister, I have an iPhone at home (and now a Blackberry at work)!
My last phone, as many of you know, was a (please pardon me) POS. The final straw was four phone calls on on my birthday with Common Loon. That would be four phone calls back to back in order to have one measly conversation. (This was SO NOT the first time that had happened.) What is the point of having mobile communication if when you are mobile it disconnects all the stinking time?! That phone, a pretty purple LG, had been exchanged once with no improvement. So I decided it was time for an iPhone.
Tell that to the people at AT&T and Apple. Since the POS was acquired last September, I am 18 months out from my next “approved upgrade.” Which means $400 for a 3G instead of $200. Urgh!!! I had a phone that would not work but I refuse on principle to pay double, especially to a phone company.
I had all but given up my iPhone dream when Sarah, who has been itching for the 3GS since Jen got one, explained that I could activate her 1G without all the A&T BS of buying a new phone (and only $20/mo. extra for the data plan). 🙂 So a big box arrived on my doorstep on Monday containing my birthday present from my big sister. She even wrapped it up in her 3GS box and sent fun cases – I went with the pink, btw! (Note to Chris. You got off easy on this honey; you still owe me a birthday present!)
Anyway, I visited the evil empire yesterday to get my new SIM card, and Chris set it up last night, and gave me the first of many tutorials. So I am good to go. 🙂 When the alarm went off this morning (figured out how to set it myself!), Chris and I were the picture of modernity, laying in bed with his and hers iPhones, checking our mail and reading the “paper” before our feet hit the floor. Perhaps there is hope for me yet.
Thanks Sarah, you rock! (Oh and can you send instructions on how to blog via the phone?) 🙂
Updated by Sarah, since the phone I sent Eileen was a first generation iPhone, and what I got was the 3GS, the newest one. I don’t know that my original phone was necessarily called a 1G, but explaining why would be boring, as well as a lenghty hijack of Eileen’s post.