This will be a short post. Keep in mind, Mr. Hubsters NEVER reads any of my blogs. It's purely coincidental that this event took place.
Well, today is my birthday. I was awaked to a nice little gift handed to me by Buddy and Papa. I opened it. It's was a bluetooth headset.
I asked. "Did you not read my latest blog! (see here)." He said "No. Why?" I laughed hysterically.
His answer for the gift was that, if he could convince me to get the Blackberry, he could convince me now to move onto accessories, hence the Bluetooth headshet.
Thanks Mr. Hubsters! I love you!
P.S. I can now update the stats. We now have 6 bluetooth headsets in our household. 2 for each family member (including the baby).
May 16, 2008
May 8, 2008
bluetooth headsets
Mr. Hubsters is an avid fan of technology. Infact, I should call him Mr. Gadget instead. But which guy isn't. And to think that I started him on it.
Back in 1998, his life was so disorganized using a little black organizer binder to handwrite all his meetings in. I then got so fed up of him forgetting our "dates" that I introduced him to the powerful "DaVinci", a handheld device to keep track of your life.
He then upgraded to the "Cassiopeia", this time a Pocket PC. Actually I bought it for him as a Christmas gift which then costed me $900. What an idiot I was.
Two years later, we went to Macao, China. He was like a kid in a candy factory. Just think of all the gadgets there that aren't available in North America. He then upgraded to the "O2", at a mere $1200 Canadian (the cost of each flight). A year later, he upgraded to the second generation O2 at a cost that I'm sure has been kept secret from me.
After that, I lost track. All I know is that he has had at least 4 other devices since then and has one just as an alarm to wake him up. HUH??? This doesn't count all the other wires, accessories, and other crap that comes with all this stuff.
Which brings me to the topic of my discussion. Well, it isn't really a topic, just a question.
Why do people feel it the need to wear bluetooth headsets? Is it to look cool? How lazy can one be to have this thing plastered to their ear rather than just pick up the phone and talk? Are you really THAT important that you are talking to someone 24/7?
I asked Mr. Gadget these very questions. He had an argument, but I turned my brain off and let him ramble. Today, I saw a lady wear it in the shopping mall while shopping for clothes. I just rolled my eyes.
I used to edit weddings. On one wedding I did, there was a woman who was about 50ish. She was the MC at this wedding. While she was there at the podium doing her thing, I noticed she was wearing a stinkin' new shiny bluetooth headset. Now, if someone calls her, will she answer it and say to the bride and groom "Um, excuse me, I have to take this call".
I think that's what did it for me.
But before I get bashed, fine, if you are a trader, a business person, in the car, on con-calls all day, sure. But at a wedding being an MC?
P.S.
Mr. Gadget just got home from work. I asked him how many bluetooth headsets he has. He tried to divert the question. I threatened him with unmentionables. He said 3 headsets and 2 stereo headsets. Perfect. One for each day of the business week. Just like me and my shoes.
Back in 1998, his life was so disorganized using a little black organizer binder to handwrite all his meetings in. I then got so fed up of him forgetting our "dates" that I introduced him to the powerful "DaVinci", a handheld device to keep track of your life.
He then upgraded to the "Cassiopeia", this time a Pocket PC. Actually I bought it for him as a Christmas gift which then costed me $900. What an idiot I was.
Two years later, we went to Macao, China. He was like a kid in a candy factory. Just think of all the gadgets there that aren't available in North America. He then upgraded to the "O2", at a mere $1200 Canadian (the cost of each flight). A year later, he upgraded to the second generation O2 at a cost that I'm sure has been kept secret from me.
After that, I lost track. All I know is that he has had at least 4 other devices since then and has one just as an alarm to wake him up. HUH??? This doesn't count all the other wires, accessories, and other crap that comes with all this stuff.
Which brings me to the topic of my discussion. Well, it isn't really a topic, just a question.
Why do people feel it the need to wear bluetooth headsets? Is it to look cool? How lazy can one be to have this thing plastered to their ear rather than just pick up the phone and talk? Are you really THAT important that you are talking to someone 24/7?
I asked Mr. Gadget these very questions. He had an argument, but I turned my brain off and let him ramble. Today, I saw a lady wear it in the shopping mall while shopping for clothes. I just rolled my eyes.
I used to edit weddings. On one wedding I did, there was a woman who was about 50ish. She was the MC at this wedding. While she was there at the podium doing her thing, I noticed she was wearing a stinkin' new shiny bluetooth headset. Now, if someone calls her, will she answer it and say to the bride and groom "Um, excuse me, I have to take this call".
I think that's what did it for me.
But before I get bashed, fine, if you are a trader, a business person, in the car, on con-calls all day, sure. But at a wedding being an MC?
P.S.
Mr. Gadget just got home from work. I asked him how many bluetooth headsets he has. He tried to divert the question. I threatened him with unmentionables. He said 3 headsets and 2 stereo headsets. Perfect. One for each day of the business week. Just like me and my shoes.
poo, yes just poo
What better topic to start the day off with. I apologize for not writing for the past several days. Had to deal with some Poo.
Poo of all kinds: business poo, life poo, baby poo, cat poo, you name it.
Business Poo
Usual stuff, latest is that I think the Mail Lady is stealing my mail. I've been waiting on 2 shipments anxiously and having my mailbox completely empty for the past 3 days is sending me bad signals. She gives the term "disgruntled postal worker" a whole new meaning. If I have a door delivery, she is ringing the doorbell like someone lit her hand on fire. Who knows why? She doesn't wear a uniform (maybe they cut back). She doesn't drive a Canada Post Truck (maybe they cut back on that too) . So for all I know, she could be some lady from who knows where with a key to our mailbox.
Life Poo
Don't have the energy to tackle writing this.
Baby Poo
If it's not Buddy dealing with another round of constipation, then it's Buddy dealing with another round of diarrhea. The other day, I thought it would be nice to have him all nice and clean and have dinner prepared when Mr. Hubsters came home. (this domestic thing will have all my friends laughing for SURE). But just as you know it, with the water boiling, the cat getting on my nerves, Dr. Phil yapping in the background driving me crazy, Buddy decides to have diarrhea. This was EVERYWHERE. He needed to be hosed down. Poor guy.
Cat Poo
If not the above, then it's wrestling with Yoshi, our cat with his latest adventure; pooing on the carpet in the same spot. Why? Either a) he's mad because we pay more attention to Buddy now, or b) Mr. Hubsters hasn't completely changed his litter to a brand new box of litter. (I've given up on the whole poo collecting thing since being preggers as they say don't be near cat poo while expecting). I am hoping Mr. Hubsters doesn't notice that I'm not preggosaurus anymore.
And there you have it.
Poo of all kinds: business poo, life poo, baby poo, cat poo, you name it.
Business Poo
Usual stuff, latest is that I think the Mail Lady is stealing my mail. I've been waiting on 2 shipments anxiously and having my mailbox completely empty for the past 3 days is sending me bad signals. She gives the term "disgruntled postal worker" a whole new meaning. If I have a door delivery, she is ringing the doorbell like someone lit her hand on fire. Who knows why? She doesn't wear a uniform (maybe they cut back). She doesn't drive a Canada Post Truck (maybe they cut back on that too) . So for all I know, she could be some lady from who knows where with a key to our mailbox.
Life Poo
Don't have the energy to tackle writing this.
Baby Poo
If it's not Buddy dealing with another round of constipation, then it's Buddy dealing with another round of diarrhea. The other day, I thought it would be nice to have him all nice and clean and have dinner prepared when Mr. Hubsters came home. (this domestic thing will have all my friends laughing for SURE). But just as you know it, with the water boiling, the cat getting on my nerves, Dr. Phil yapping in the background driving me crazy, Buddy decides to have diarrhea. This was EVERYWHERE. He needed to be hosed down. Poor guy.
Cat Poo
If not the above, then it's wrestling with Yoshi, our cat with his latest adventure; pooing on the carpet in the same spot. Why? Either a) he's mad because we pay more attention to Buddy now, or b) Mr. Hubsters hasn't completely changed his litter to a brand new box of litter. (I've given up on the whole poo collecting thing since being preggers as they say don't be near cat poo while expecting). I am hoping Mr. Hubsters doesn't notice that I'm not preggosaurus anymore.
And there you have it.
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