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I do love my iPhone.

I do love playing Words with Friends on my iPhone.

My usual WWF spot – the chair at the end of the dining room table – near the kitchen, where my purse sits on the counter near the i-charger.  I hear my iPhone ping in my purse….ohhhh, is that “Words with Friends” beckoning to me?  If I’ve got just one or two games – I stand, play and replace the phone in my purse.  More?  I usually sit down.  I try to play in a minute or less after I pick up the phone.   My brain is over-full of “to do’s” most days and unable to strategize.  I don’t want to “think.”  I just want to “play.”

I’ve loved connecting with people on Words with Friends.  My favorite opponents are:  Two cousins in Ft. Wayne.  A fellow adoptive mom in Tyler.  A long-time friend of the family in Lubbock.  A couple of local church friends, and a smattering of AT&T (or former AT&T, or AT&T-related) scattered friends.

My highest score ever:  121 points for “Starved.”

So, yes, I love it.  And perhaps spend a wee bit more time on it than I should.

But surely I’m not quite as bad as Hannah-the-cartoonist (and snarky photographer)  portrays me?

Or am I really that bad?!

Oh, excuse me…..”something” just pinged in my purse….I’ll be right back….or not…..

I resisted getting an iPhone for one reason only – the cost.  Not the cost of the phone itself, but the recurring monthly data charge of $30.   Any mom will tell you – it’s not the one-time expenses that crush the budget.   It’s those recurring costs.  And since Keith – and later Rachel – had one I could borrow when needed, I told myself I didn’t need one.  And sure didn’t want to pay for it.

In March – spurred by a new job in AT&T – I broke down and bought one.

And I’m in love.  iLove.  How did I survive those years with my now constant-companion?!

Bad weather in San Antonio today.  Students at Lois’ high school were herded to the gym, where the power went out.  Think she was hinting to be picked up early?!  I love the iPhone’s qwerty keyboard – so much easier to text back, though I’m fond of one-word response.  My screensaver shot is of Hannah holding the cake she raffled off at our church’s Spring Fling, raising $57 for the women’s ministry.  I uploaded that picture to Facebook immediately.  The kids text me all the time.  And my Facebook posts have increased dramatically with the iPhone.

Since Rachel has an iPhone, too, her texts can contain pictures – like of Julia, whom she took out for breakfast this morning.

When I get on the bus in the morning, I check Facebook first thing.  Well, not really first, because I absolutely must play…….

Words with Friends is the most awesome application ever!  It’s sort of Scrabble-light.  The first of two times Rachel beat me, she sent me this screen shot.  What a snot.   Love, love, love this game.  I play with friends in Chicago, Tyler, Dallas, etc.

You know the CalmCoolConnected blog to which I contribute?  I recently sent them a video – of which this is a still shot -  of my shopping for pajamas for Julia.  She’s terribly picky about her clothes, and she wasn’t with me.  So I was taking pictures of the pajamas and emailing them home to Keith, who would show them to her.  I grabbed a woman, introduced myself and asked her to shoot the video on the Flip I carry in my purse (so I could hold my iPhone – otherwise, my iPhone could have shot it.)  I’m sure she thought I was nuts.  But she did it.    Many would think the videos better if I were 30, blond, slim and perky.  But – as a friend of mine used to say – “Real life ain’t this way.”

I could ramble on and on about my iPhone.  The House app I got last week – Lois and I love that show.  The K-Love app I was so proud of getting until Rachel showed me iheartradio with its hundreds of stations – so I got that one, too.  The Scramble game that Julia races to play.    The Disney Cover Styler that Hannah used to edit pictures – and make me laugh.  And, of course, Weather and Maps,  to which Keith wishes I paid more attention.

The real reason I love my iPhone is because of the people to whom it connects me.  Rachel.  Lois.  Hannah.  Julia.  Keith.  It helps me see them – their texts, their pictures, their attitudes, their strategies  – even when I’m not with them.   That virtual intimacy is worth way more than $30/month.

It’s iLove.

And it’s priceless.

We’ve had a chaotic couple of weeks with basketball, choir, Latin competitions, trading germs, etc.   Today’s been the first day in many that I haven’t sounded like a emphysemic sailor hacking up a lung.   When I feel cruddy, everything either wears me out (makes me sad) or riles me up (makes me mad.)  I got to thinking about what my mom used to squint and bark at me whenever I expressed these emotions:  “”Well you just better turn that ‘mad’ or ‘sad’ to ‘glad,’ Missy.”  Mom was never big on dispensing gushy buckets of sympathy.

So here goes – tuning to Channel Glad now…..

The sad news from a Sea World last week made me glad Shamu didn’t see us as bathtub toys in 1998.  Though maybe Rachel had a few doubts at the time.

I know many friends really enjoy the Olympics – more power to you.  But personally – I’m glad they’re soon to be over.  They’re preempting “The Office,”  and that’s a show the girls and I watch together.  The last time I watched the Olympics was the 1972 night the Russians stole the basketball game via repeated do-overs.  I vowed I’d never watch again – and forgiving soul that I am – I haven’t.   U-verse – btw – has had a terrific application for the Olympics.

My continuing rancor at that travesty of a game is kind of funny since my favorite basketball player now is Russian.

There is little that makes me more glad than to hear my girls sing.  Tonight was Hannah’s pre-UIL concert.  That’s her – top row, far left.

“Walking in Jerusalem” really made me smile.  I just finished the book of John in “Faith by Hearing” yesterday.  I wonder about John.  What made him so beloved?

About two years ago, Julia caught a snippet of “Ben Hur” on TV and has pestered me ever since about seeing the whole movie.  “Mom, when are we going to watch that Jesus movie?”  I really didn’t think she was ready for it until recently.  I bought it last week (if I’d just waited one more week, I could have recorded it for free on U-verse – sigh.)   She and I are watching 30 – 45 minutes every few days.  Well, we probably watch 30 minutes, and have 15 minutes of questions.  She’s gotten the concept down – Judah Ben-Hur was a man whose life intersected with Jesus’ at different times, but Judah didn’t know who Jesus really was in those early meetings.  Last night, she told me, “Mom, that’s like us.  Everybody knows Jesus’ name but they don’t know who he really is.”   I was very glad to hear her say that.

From sad and mad to glad. 

Thanks, Mom.  I’m feeling better already.

Monday, I celebrate 30 years at AT&T.  People are losing bets all over Houston, where I started.

5’11″ no more….Hannah is taller than me now.  And as for 150….well, maybe in each thigh…..  Here’s what I look like now.

For my corporate anniversary gift, I chose diamond-crusted bling .

I love the big analog dial.  I can read it!

Very early in my career, I read three op-ed pieces in the Wall Street Journal that influenced me greatly.

First, I read a piece by Peter Drucker (the father of modern management, we learned at UH) that espoused co-workers had taken the place of neighbors.  He advocated human investment in the work place – to remember we were really people – neighbors, as it were.

The Ones to Call On:  Dennis – creator of the “Disbursement Family Feeling” – and long-suffering Vicki, who tolerated many  jokes and jolts in the 9051 Parkwest neighborhood.  I’m glad we’re all three still virtual neighbors.

Second, I read the results of a decades-long study that concluded children with two parents who worked outside the home were no more or less happy and productive than children with one parent working outside the home, providing a single critical condition was met:  Mom had to be happy at work.  If Mom wasn’t happy, nobody was happy.

Mom Lisa – who helped get blood donors at work for me and preemie Lois – has always been the best at finding something in which to rejoice.

Finally, I read an article that basically said, “You can’t do everything for or with your kids.  Find what is most important to them – do that – and don’t stress about the rest.”  Easy to say.  Hard to do.  But I’ve tried.

Early on, I noticed Mom-friends like Konen planning wonderful family beach vacations, baking for the school, etc.  Konen taught Vicki how to curse,  me how to be a gracious winner and everyone else how to quilt.   She claims no credit for imparting my mad fashion skills, like wearing vintage political campaign buttons (William Howard Taft with campaign ribbon shown here.)

The 1986 set of 40th birthday nails I painted in Konen’s honor bemused her.

Here’s what 30 years at AT&T has taught me.  Don’t expect to view this litany in the Wall Street Journal, as I did those three influential articles

1.  The 70′s divas were wrong.  You can not have it all.

When I graduated college, I  passionately embraced the feminist mantra of “You can have it all.”  I could birth or adopt brilliant children with naturally straight teeth, sprint the corporate ladder with book-smart ease, enjoy  leadership positions in a dozen community organizations, grow spiritually and support my church piously, whip up gourmet meals effortlessly every night – all while completing my MBA in my spare time.  Nothing could stop me.  Except,  of course, reality.

2.  It all has to balance, but family rules.

It is very, very tough to keep work life and home life balanced.  How late do you stay when your kids expect you to not only eat dinner with them but also to cook it?  And what’s more - you want to.

When Rachel was seven years old, she contracted a rare case of strep throat.   On the way home from the pedi, we had to pass the office….so I thought just a few minutes to check e-mail…..next thing I knew, it’d been a hour and Rachel was asleep on the floor of my cubby with give-away T-shirts cradling her feverish head.   I was disgusted with myself.  What was the matter with me?  I coded vacation, scooped her up and hurried home.  And never forgotten it.

You do your job.  You do it well.  But the job isn’t life.

3.  If you can’t be with the ones you love – love the ones you’re with.

I’ve often been uprooted from jobs, people – even a city – I really liked.  The strange thing:  There’s always been somebody good on the other side.    I would have missed meeting some really neat people if I hadn’t moved around – voluntarily or involuntarily.  My closest friends – the ones who have embraced me at my lowest – started out as work buddies.

4.  Have fun when you can.  Because you can’t always.

Look for the fun.  Take the fun.  Make the fun.  Be the fun.  While you can.

Looking for more bars in more places:  Dancin’ in the Dark with the Station 90.51 crew – Natalie, Me, Gaye, Tim & Linda

Reach Out and Touch Someone:  “Ghostbusters” debuted  while we were preparing for Divestiture.  My unit danced through the building in our hand-decorated T-shirts, jam-boxing the movie’s theme song and handing out candy on Halloween. For Christmas, we stuffed pantyhose with wadded paper, affixed a pair to each of our heads like reindeer antlers and shared candy canes.

Our units gathered for doughnuts when Natalie snipped my hot pink rat tail before I interviewed for the Rotary trip to India.   My rat tail matched my eye-scorching pink jellies and florescent pink tie – which my boss Vicki endured with raised eyebrows and a bitten tongue. That’s Margaret looking on fearfully, probably afraid I’d leave the dyed locks on her desk, like “someone” left (and photographed) the Baby Ruth in the women’s room to taunt that month’s beleaguered “Quality of Work Life” manager.

I had to be at the Astrodome for a promotion anyway….so why shouldn’t Rachel and Lois run the bases?!  Rachel also fondly remembers my pulling her out of school early for us to go “check the signage” at SBC’s “Race to the Red Planet” promotion at Space Center Houston in 1998.  She also flipped the symbolic light switch at Uptown Holiday Lighting in 1996.  And clapped for Byonce and Destiny’s Child at the Southwestern Bell African American Arts Festival.  Big fun!

5.  Do what you have to do when you have to do it.

There is never a convenient time to have or adopt a baby.  Or take vacation.  Or visit with extended family.  Or attend a funeral – as I failed to do for Judy’s  father-in-law on a Saturday afternoon when I thought SBC would crumble if I didn’t supervise cleaning up a payroll mess.  What an idiot.

6.  If you’ve not had your time in the barrel – you will.

Everyone has an “off” time at work.  If it’s not happened to you yet – it will.  Sales declines.  Monthly close bombs.  Grievances.  Outsourcing.  Health problems.  Significant issues at home.  Whatevah, baby.  It will happen.

7.  Even when things aren’t so great – take deep breaths – you don’t know what’s around the corner.

In 1984, I truly thought working on Outside Plant Divestiture would be the “biggest thing” in my career.

I worked every day from early August 1983 to mid-January 1984 with two days off – Thanksgiving and Christmas – thanks to Divestiture, Hurricane Alicia, late September flooding and a three-week labor stoppage.

Well, in 1987, I represented Southwestern Bell with Rotary in India for six weeks and even spoke to a crowd of 5,000.  “Well, that’s it.  That’s the big one.”  I thought.

Enterprise magazine featuring my favorite photo

In 1991, I politicked hard to be sent to do stories and a photo shoot on the combined Bell forces working Hurricane Andrew restoration.   Got it!  Multiple telcos ran my stories and photos.  “Wow, that’s it,” I thought.  “It’s all downhill from here.”  I could have stayed in Employee Information for many more years.  I loved it – my favorite job of all time -  but later came sports and events marketing, and I loved that, too.  And then launching up2speed in 2001 – my baby.  Plenty of jobs between all this stuff but finally -  U-verse.

U-verse has been the bomb.  It’s the culmination of everything I read more than 30 years ago, when I was slugging through books and magazines for the owner of Remco TV Rental.  Not every day is a picnic, and I don’t know what’s after U-verse – but I know the potential for something good is out there.

We may have been the only Comptrollers  Section Staff  in town, but we tried not to act like it.

The potential for something good has always been there.

This has been my 30 years – my career to date.  Delivered.