Better than the me I was...

You may be faster than me....but I am faster than I was.
You may be stronger than me...but I am stronger than I was.
You may be healthier than me...but I am healthier than I was.

The only true comparison I have to who I was and who I am is me. So go out and beat me. But remember, the only me I can beat, is me.

You may be prettier-smarter-taller-richer-faster-stronger-healthier-BETTER than me...but I am BETTER than I was.

Confessions of a Stoplight Texter

It all started off with my first cell phone, a black Nokia. Way back then (I'm talking 2002 here....), cell phones were used to talk on. My second phone brought me right into the "upper class". It was an LG and boy was it awesome. It took pictures (and had a flash) and was a flip phone that would vibrate AND ring at the same time. That was the phone where I was introduced to texting. And it all went downhill from there. My next phone, an LG 8100, was the big sister to my first LG...it was a prettier color, had an antenna, and turned me into a texting machine. I got so good at it, I could send a text without even looking at the keys I hit, knowing exactly how many times I needed to hit the "next" button to change it from no to on.
And then, because texting wasn't good enough, I got my first Blackberry. A Blackberry Pearl...nothing compares to constant Internet access, 24 hour availability via email, and the ability navigate via cell phone. Unfortunately, that is when my texting abilities were tested. It's rather hard to text on a BB while driving (which is a no-no...) And then, with my next BB (the Curve), my texting while driving came to a screeching halt. Now I have a Droid...
Reality is, I've become so accustomed to having 24/7 access to everything, it's been hard to table the urge to see what's going on all the time. I'm getting better and I'm a lot less "in touch" than I was last year, but there are times I'm still praying for a red light so I can finish up that text.