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We love cell phones or simply: What the heck is my mom's telephone number?
December 10, 2009 - Taste Buds
WE LIVE in an age where technology is changing at the speed of light.
We have televisions that allow us to watch more than one show at a time. We have coffeemakers that turn on when our alarms sound on the bedside table. We have computers that are smarter than we are and can store 4,000 of our favorite songs on a music player the size of a postage stamp.
And our phones are something we can’t live without!
They are like air!
We need them!
We want them!
We’ll die without them and virtually everyone over the age of 10 has one!
Because of our unnatural attachment to our cell phones, no one memorizes telephone numbers anymore.
Gone are the days when we would memorize every number we came across and use telephone books to look up numbers.
We remember being quizzed by nervous parents about our own telephone numbers and those of neighbors and grandparents as grade schoolers “just in case” an emergency arose.
Today, if we need to call the florist, we just touch “f” on the keypad and the number pops up.
If we need to call our significant others or our children (most of whom have their own phones), we simply touch the keypad and up comes the number.
While this is handy, it can lead to trouble in times when our phones are unavailable because of some bone head move on our part.
For example, let’s say we know of a certain person who got into her car, turned it on and then got out of the car to put some recycling into her friend’s vehicle only to realize she had locked her keys in her car - with the motor running!
In this strictly hypothetical situation, one of lesser moral character would chuckle a bit and perhaps comment on how stupid that was!
But, the Buds are bigger people than that and won’t lower ourselves to laughing out loud. Plus, it happened to us!
Once the keys were locked inside with the motor was running, the Bud in question bravely came back into the office for assistance. It was thought a simple telephone call to the Bud’s mother would fix all as mom could bring the keys, open the car and we could all continue on with the day.
But, here’s the rub --- said Bud could not remember her mother’s cell phone number as it was programmed into her own cell phone which was now locked inside a running vehicle!
To make matters worse, the Buds were racing against the clock as said car was low on gas and we were sure it would run out before we were able to return.
Thankfully, that was not the case.
After frantic calls to the cell phone of an offspring whose cell phone number we did know, parents were finally located and the Buds sped off to retrieve keys, open up cars and hug our cell phones.
The moral of this story is: Know you mother’s cell phone number and NEVER, NEVER leave the car running no matter who much recycling you have to do!
Now, here’s an easy recipe from Debbie Hillman of Martins Ferry. If it gets too complicated, call your mother. You know the number, right?
Cream Puff Dessert
1 stick butter
1 cup flour
1 cup flour
1 cup water
Heat water and margarine into a boil. Add flour. Stir until forms a ball. Remove from heat. Beat eggs in one at a time. Spread dough in a lightly greased 13 x 9 pan. Bake at 450 degrees for 15 minutes. Pierce with fork and then lower oven to 350 degrees and continue baking for an additional 20 minutes. Remove and let cool. Crust will thicken as it cools.
1 package (8 ounces) cream cheese (softened)
2 (3-ounce) boxes of vanilla instant pudding
3 1/2 cups cold milk
Beat cream cheese. Add the pudding mix and milk. Mix until well blended. Spread on dough. Top with a 12 ounce carton of whipped topping. Refrigerate until ready to serve. If you want, you can drizzle chocolate syrup over the top.
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