I was a late bloomer. Yes, in the sexual sense, too, you pervs, but I'm talking about technology here, folks! Sheesh! Dirty minds.
Anywho. I got my first cell phone in 2003. And then I only got it because I had been in a really nasty accident and was afraid of not being able to get ahold of anyone in case of emergency. I didn't really start using my cell phone as my primary line til 2006 when Craig and I moved to Florida and knew we weren't going to get a land line in the trailer park.
Yesterday, years after most of my friends and even my dear husband, I finally got my first Blackberry (previously known as The Crackberry in our home). And although I got it because my boss is a texting diva and to keep up with work email while I'm on the road, AND even though I've had this thing less than 24 hours, it's already evident that I'm just as bad as the rest of you who I've ridiculed for years...
How about we start with step 1? My name is Catrina and I'm addicted to my Blackberry.