Bandwagon, will you please take me to the Apple store?

A phone is a phone, is a phone, is a phone…unless it is the iPhone and then it is M-A-G-I-C!

I don’t buy things because everyone else buys  things. I’ve always been a non- conformist in that way. In fact, the phrase “you must get one” will make me back away quicker than the Beatles did from Yoko Ono.

Keeping up with the Joneses is about as low on my to-do list as cleaning out the Diaper Genie. After all, I’m the girl who didn’t carry a cell phone for five years because I found its popular appeal obnoxious.

Which leads me to my topic.

Like many others I thought the iPhone was just another marketing ploy to get name brand-suckers to spend a king’s ransom on a piece of technology that could do the same job as its cheaper competitors.

I. Was. Wrong.

My Man brought home a shiny new iPhone last night and I confiscated it quicker than you could say 3G. Like everyone else with a pulse I had seen the commercials about Apple apps. I heard what other people had to say but I didn’t really get it until I had one in my hot little hands. No wonder there are throngs of people in the Apple Store all the time.

APPLE APPS ARE COMPUTER-CRACK!

I couldn’t put the thing down. From about 7pm to midnight I was downloading Shazam, Bump, Tweet Deck, Ambiance and Score Center. My daughter suddenly wondered what happened to Mommy and why she couldn’t stop shaking Daddy’s new toy because of a thing called the Urbanspoon.

I even SLEPT with the thing! (only because I found this great WhiteNoise app and went to sleep with a soothing grandfather clock ticking lightly in my ears-Ahhh…heaven).
One thing is clear. The iphone is so technologically advanced that it might as well be Tinker Bell’s fairy dust.

Christmas is right around the corner, and the iPhone is on the tippy top of Mamma’s list.