Luann by Greg Evans and Karen Evans for October 07, 2018

times sure change

Been there, done that. And apparently, once is not enough.

Time to clean out the purse.

Wife’s purse = mysterious bottomless pit.

I got one of those cell phone finder devices that you attach to your key chain that when you press the fob on the device, it dials the number of your cell phone.

This reminded me of an old tune from 54 years ago! ;-) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ImimMIRrQMw

G & K – Please give the current Luann something more flattering than that god awful pinkish purplish sweater.

My mom was just the opposite of Nancy on this. She actually wanted me to get a cell phone.

The good outweighs the bad with when you give your child a cell phone.

When I was a kid, there were no cell phones. There weren’t even cordless landline phones.

A reason has been found.

A few years ago: curly hair for both, dressing only in shades of gray and black.

This morning: straight hair for both, dressing in color.

One that can’t live without it, and the other who couldnt care less about it! The difference of “the before cellphones” generation vs “the cellphone generation.”

They remind me of my wife (lost her cell) and my daughter (lost in her cell)

So true.

I think about this, often! Just how much times haved changed in this regard. But it’s not a question of “How did we ever get along without them?” Of course we could. With all the newfangled features, exorbitant prices (if you go the ‘trendy sheeple’ route), and the fact that cell phone finder features aren’t more widespread….. the question really has now become…… “How do we ever get along, with these ‘dumb doo-dad-thingies’?”!

Almost all technology ruins some things and causes tons of problems. And quickly becomes unavoidable and necessary.

I’m sure that when they developed agriculture, a lot of people said, “We were happier and better off hunting and gathering.” And they were partially right.

“These Are Not The Androids You’re Looking For”

“Location! Location! …Location!”

“How ‘Bout Them Apples?… No, They’re Not Mine, Either!… "

“You Can Blame Ma-Be-e-elle, Blame Ma Belle!” (♩)

“Twenty-four Hours To G-oh-oh… I Want Some Decent Data!” (♩)

“Apartment 5G”

“The Tight Grip Of De-Vice”

“United, In A Cingular Thought”

“The Day The Chickens Came Home To Boost”

“I’m Setting Out, For New Verizons”

“My G-P-Stress Is Now Activated!”

“Gotta Get Rich On The Phone….Or Dial, Tryin’…. "

“Sig-nal, And Void”

“Going Through A Test Of Batteries”

or

“The Plight Of The Charge Brigade”

It’s crazy that location services help you get to the pizza place…but they don’t get you to your phone, which is waiting it out like Tom Hanks with a volleyball, under your sofa.

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…or was it the fridge?…

This explains quite well the problems I had loaning my son my cellphone. (Yes, back then only the parent had a cellphone.) He had my cellphone to call me to come and pick him up but I had to stay at home all day to receive the call on what is now called a landline.

My wife and I do not use them at all. You do not need them. We do not use air conditioning as well(and yes it gets hot in Iowa.). So many things you do not need that people use today. Phone are a subtle form of brainwashing along with face book.

“A few years ago:” Try 30 years ago when they first called mobile phones and were the size of a brick.

My cellphone is: A. in my pocket, B. on the night stand, or C. on the charger by my desk. One might think I’m compulsive, but the truth is, I hate wasting time looking for things. Oh, and on rare occasions, in my hand as I use it.

Great Sunday foible, and so true.We gave on the mobile phone because of safety concerns. We wanted both our kids to be able to contact us or safe adults if something happened and we were not there. Then along came texting, and my darling daughter blew up our phone plan. She learned how to pay for her own phone plan eventually, which is a good thing,and I still use it, and its capabilities to keep tabs on her. She appreciate we do actually. I can’t believe we have these little phones that you can walk down the street and talk to somebody visually who is on the other side of the planet in real time. We are in the future folks. Have a wonderful Sunday fellow LuannFans, including the trolls.

Wow, pretty rare for Nancy to be shown as irresponsible or forgetful. And she seems to be one of those people who gets better-looking with age (though I think it’s more about Evans getting better at making flattering/realistic hairstyles. What would young Luann’s hair even look like on a real person?)

Your cell phone is in your ENORMOUS purse, Nancy. Ladies and their purses. I never really appreciated “the purse” until the first time My Wife asked to hold hers. E-Gad, those things weigh a TON! And Lord only know what’s IN them. I always hated when someone instructs Me to “Look in My Purse!” I’d never felt comfortable doing it and those things are like vast bottomless pits sometimes containing shocking secrets.

And for some reason, I always end up being the designated “Purse holder/Watcher,” whether it’s with Wife, Family, Friends, or Strangers. Yeah, “Me” of all people.

Oh, and smart phones ARE the greatest invention since powered flight.

That is, until the national power grid goes down…….,

I’m almost afraid to mention this, but I remember when we got our first phone with a dial.

I keep mine on my hip so I always know where it is. I seldom use, or need it as a phone, it’s more of a PDA for me.

I grew up in the ’60’s. No party line, but we did have 1 roterydial phone attached to the wall. Still remember the number ,too.

Anyone know what happened to the gentleman that posted recipes all the time? Can’t remember his name, it was long.

Tomorrow: fight or flight?

Real life. I have discovered my wife’s phone in many weird places, strangest so far was the freezer. She keeps asking me to call it. So now I have the find-a-phone app on my very old iPad. Me? I keep leaving my phone in my car. And many times forget my billfold and car keys-even tho all I need is my key fob.The older you get, the more you forget

Every time I see younger Luann these days, I think “Younger Rita Loud.”

I highly recommend the book “Party Line” by Louise Baker. It’s a very humorous book about a small town. Much of the books tells about an operator for the phone company and her interactions with the townspeople. The operators knew everything that was going on in town, but kept it to themselves in strictest confidence—at least this one did.

A good-natured pair of days-of-my-youth memoirs by Louise Baker published in an omnibus version. The first, Party Line, centers around the personality of a small California town’s telephone switchboard operator, Miss Elmira Jordan.“It was like putting oneself in the arms of a comfortable providence to relax in Miss Elmira’s efficiency.Telephones were something of a luxury in Mayfield and their installation was limited enough for one operator to handle the exchange. That power behind the communication system was Miss Elmira Jordan, an aging spinster who loved her work. She regarded her profession as a calling – no pun intended. Had she been so inclined, Miss Elmira could have resigned her job and, with a few threatening letters to launch the enterprise, retired to a luxurious life of blackmail. But nothing so base as avarice would have uprooted her from her stool at the Bell Telephone Company…"Miss Elmira has her finger on the pulse of Mayfield, and her story is intertwined with that of all of the other inhabitants of this microcosm of 1920s-30s American small town culture. Mostly amusing and occasionally genuinely poignant. The author pens a loving memoir of a person and a place – and, incidentally, her own young self – without lapsing into sentimentality.

I can not see my life with out a cell phone

And, from the dawn of history comes the image of sitting on a beach overlooking the Strait of Taiwan with one of those old, crank up army field phones where you had to say “over” and flip the switch. It was like, “ET, call home.”

I still can’t think of a good reason for either one of them to have a cell phone.

We have an old wooden wall phone with a crank on it. An old timer was visiting and was quite excited to see the phone. He excitedly told us, “Our signal was two longs and a short!” He grasped the telephone to demonstrate. Unfortunately, he was holding the magneto as he cranked the phone. He shocked the hell out of himself!

Poor Nancy!

But, no matter. Moms rule, period, at all ages of their offsprings’ lives….

If she needs it badly enough, it’s probably at the uttermost bottom of her purse!

What do you call a person who sells purses? A purser.