My mother and technology

I love my mom, and God bless her she's trying like hell these days on making sure we have a great relationship which is really awesome. However what I love most about my mom is the fact that her filter mechanism is straight up broken and the funniest things never cease to come out of her mouth. There is also the fact that there is a technology divide between us, which she is doing the best she can at trying to improve.

The thing that drives my mom insane about me is the fact that my voicemail on my cell phone pure and simple tells all callers not to leave a voicemail. Send me an email, send me a text message, call the office, but don't leave a voicemail on my cell phone. I can't stand voicemails and have no idea as to why they put them on cell phones. I also don't understand why people feel the need to leave long winded voicemails about their day and life. Blows my mind away, and quite frankly I'm lazy and don't want to spend the 20 seconds going through prompts to get to the voicemail. Call me nuts, however this piece of my life drives my mom insane.

So I recently got her into emailing -- my excuse being that my life is pretty nuts and our two schedules don't exactly line up so it's tough for us to find time to chat on the phone. "However mother I'd like the ability to drop you a quick message telling you that I'm thinking about you." She reluctantly agrees and checks her emails once a day, sometimes twice.

Funny fact 1.

If I send my mom an email at 11pm at night after she has already checked her evening emails and tell her about my evening and what all is going on, she wont' get it until the next morning. However she reads 'tonight' in the email and then assumes it's for that day and not the previous day.

Funny fact 2.

Mom now has gchat. I added myself to her list and I know I'm her only friend so if I see her login I'll say hello. I know for a sold 2 months she just looked at that window all confused, before she finally moved the cursor to the box and typed something in. But I kept shooting her messages just to provide my own humor. Well she has finally responded, but now doesn't understand the difference between chat and emails. This becomes especially humorous in that every reply is like an email. Full paragraph with a "Love, Mom" at the end. Which gets even better when I instantly reply to the message and she's now stuck with a whole new paragraph to write and coming up with a new ending to the paragraph "Miss you, Mom." It's a fun game I play, and even more fun in the fact that I type at about 120 words per minute and mom is by nuature a hunt and peck kind of typer so I can see where it says "typing" and I know over two minutes I'm not going to get much out of a reply. Ahh the joys of life.

Funny Fact 3.

The cell phone my mom has, if she remembers to turn it on, doesn't have a working voicemail box. I know right? She gives me all this crap about my voicemail and hers isn't even setup. Who does such a thing!