These days it seems nearly everyone has a cell phone and a good chunk of those with smart phones can do everything short of teleporting into deep space — but I hear they're working on that.
Apple boasts "Over 500,000 apps. For work, play, and everything in between." My iPhone has 44 — and that's counting the standards it came with.
I, like everyone who has them, use my apps for various reasons. One gets me where I need to go, another helps me find cheap gas to get home. Six different apps allow me to connect with friends far away in competitive childhood games. Another app keeps me posted with play-by-play action from my favorite teams and two apps make sure I'm getting the best deals while shopping.
My phone is often smudged and sticky, a result of an app that helps me prepare tasty meals.
An adorable 2-year-old often sings to me and shows me her latest toy thanks to another app.
Apps can be quite handy, even when used to hurdle birds at evil, green pigs — it's got entertainment value.
Though there isn't an app that will make my coffee for me, there is one that insures a tall, white chocolate mocha with whipped cream is ready when I arrive at the nearest coffee shop.
If only apps were available everywhere, life would be much simpler.
Techies have already began work on that concept. Several new car models come with built in apps for navigation, music, traffic patterns, to find a parking spot and much more.
Just think what life will be like as more and more things start coming with the capability to access apps.
I'm waiting very impatiently for Coach to develop a purse with apps for finding my misplaced keys and wallets.
Shopping carts equipped with GPS for locating grocery items would also be fantastic.
"What's for supper," The Man asked, as he does almost daily.
I've learned through the years that this statement is more than a quandary, it's my cue to get in the kitchen. He's hungry.
Often times his question comes at very inopportune moments, while I'm holding two leashes with excited dogs at the ends and a phone to my ear or on busy work days when I haven't had a moment to even remind myself to use the restroom.
Finally realizing that food may come faster if I have some assistance — it only took five years — he began to appear in the kitchen a bit more often.
"What are you doing to the chicken?"
"Don't you need more oil?"
"You just add water?"
Okay, so asking The Man for help in the kitchen may not have been my proudest moment, but there's no app that can capture the excitement that ensues at our house every time smoke fills the kitchen and the sliding glass door goes flying open. Oh wait, that's YouTube.