Family Jokes

For years, my aim has been the family joke. Aim as in aiming at something to hit it with what you are throwing.  If I’m going to throw something at you, and I’m aiming right for you, you have absolutely nothing to worry about. However, if I am throwing something and you are nearby but I’m not aiming at you. You had better duck! It’s beyond me how I played on a softball team in junior high! lol

I get comments (taunts) from the kids like these, “Look out she’s throwing something duck!” and “Betcha can’t hit me!” lol

In the past two weeks, I have been the butt of two more family jokes. Both of my own doing!

Two weeks ago today, I got a new smart phone. My first smart phone ever. When I bought it, the saleswoman had me sign into Google while I was in the store. Which transferred all my contacts to the phone.

So on the way home from the cell phone store, I decided to text my oldest, married daughter my new phone number. So I sent this, “Hey, this is my new number.” Then I waited for her to text me back. That’s how it works, right? I’ve never had text before, but I was pretty sure that’s what happened.After a few minutes, she finally texted back, “Who is this?”  To which I answered, “Your mother.” She didn’t text me back after that. So I decided to call her.

She answers, “Who is this?” I said, “It’s your mother!” She said, “Oh!” I told her that this was my new phone. And she rather impatiently told that I couldn’t just text “Here’s my new number” to people. I asked her why not? Didn’t my name show up?  My contacts were in the phone, didn’t it tell you who I was? She said no. So I told her, “Well this is a smart phone, didn’t it tell you who I am?” So then my brilliant, beautiful daughter tells me, “It’s not that smart. You have to teach it.”

roflol  But, really, shouldn’t the “smart phone” know these things? roflol All my kids have had a great time laughing about their momma and her new smart phone. lol

Last Friday, I had to go pick up my 19 year old son at work. While I was still on my way there, he called to see where I was. I told him to just meet me at YoDaddys so we could get some frozen yogurt. The conversation went something like this:

Meet me at YoDaddys. Where? YoDaddys. Where? Just meet me at the frozen yogurt place!! You mean Daddy Yo’s? Yes!

Ok, so the place is not named “YoDaddy” it’s really DaddyYo’s. Whatever. The frozen yogurt was good. That’s all that matters, right? lol