YGLTTC: You gotta love these texting codes!

By Ann Ipock

I’ve got this crazy love/hate relationship with computers and all things 21st century/technical. Let me list a few: voice mail (which I call voice misery), camera (always missing something – the battery, the chip inside or the camera itself), cell phone (missing calls, erasing important messages, dropping one in a cup of coffee), passwords and numbers (is it my birthday, my anniversary, my maiden name or a combination of all three?) and banking online (pending for $1.00? – I thought my gas bill was $53.45?). I have friends and family who play games on their computer/laptop – but not me. (I’ve been told I’m not a “game player.” Oh, stop! You know what I mean.) Others play games on their iPhone or iPad – but I don’t own one and honestly, I’m not really in a hurry to get one. I will say that I’ve only been texting for a few months now. I don’t exactly have a problem with texting, but Oscar the Grouch does: Russell said he won’t pay for texting on our bill, and he simply commanded, “Don’t!” But I say at 10¢ per message, it’s no big deal.

I spend so much time on the computer working: writing humor columns and other genres, researching for writing or studying the craft of writing, that when I get up from the computer, I’m “done-zo.” But my guilty pleasure if I DO indulge in extra time on the computer is reading and posting on Facebook. Before I got into Facebook, I tweeted for a while, but it was frustrating to me. Being a long-winded Southerner – you KNOW we preface almost everything that comes out of our mouth and use terms of endearment constantly – I couldn’t say what I wanted in 140 measly characters. For instance, “Honey, let me tell you what happened to me the other day,” is 56 characters. Now I only have 84 left. That’s nothing! I still blog occasionally, but in the back of my mind, I know writing a blog isn’t a good idea for me, per se. I figured out why: because I was writing what would be a column, as in, writing for Sasee (and others), writing books (three in print) and speaking about my writing. So, the more I think about it, maybe tweeting does make sense and is preferential over blogging. Oh, my goodness! See what I mean? Love/hate!

But with all that said, I get a kick out of the texting codes and abbreviations. I got a message recently that gave the “middle age texting codes.” These are hysterical and though I DID NOT make them up, I added a few of my own at the end of this list:

ATD: at the doctor. BFF: best friend fell. BTW: bring the wheelchair. BYOT: bring your own teeth. FWIW: forget where I was. GGPBL: gotta go, pacemaker battery low. GHA: got heartburn again. IMHO: is my hearing aid on? OMMR: on my massage recliner. ROFLACGU: rolling on floor laughing and can’t get up. And finally, TTYL: talk to you louder.

Then I cut and pasted the above to my Facebook status and heard so many variations that I DTWATIS: decided to write about this in Sasee. AYR: are you ready? And by the way, since some people predict books are on the way out (I HOPE NOT!) and Kindle, Nook and other e-readers are taking over the world, maybe we better all learn this crazy-shorthand-phonics-lazy-form-of-communicating.

Here’s my complete list: WAI: where am I? HDIGH: how did I get here? WDIC: why did I come? HAIGOOH: how am I getting out of here? WAIG: where am I going? And finally, WAIL: when am I leaving? And a few very personal ones: NAMAP: need a manicure and pedicure. MRAS: my roots are showing. ICYC: I cook, you clean. YGLTTC: HNCTE: headache, not cooking tonight, etc. WWSMW: who wants some more wine? This last one’s from Niecy Nash, doing a parody of Nene from “The Real Housewives of Atlanta.”

Later, on Facebook, some super-cool friends wrote a bunch more and these are priceless: WDYS: what did you say? MBID: my butt is dragging! WDICIHA: what did I come in here after? DYKM: do you know me? DIKY: do I know you? YPAKM: you people are killing me. WDIP: where did I park? WAMK: where are my keys? HYA: how y’all are? HYD: how ya durrin’?

So there’s my list. After you read this, friend me and send me a few of your text codes ASAP. (I think you know that one.)

About this writer

  • Ann Ipock Ann Ipock, the first Sasee hat recipient, is the author of the “Life is Short” humor trilogy. She currently writes for four publications and lives in Wilmington, North Carolina, with her husband, Russell. www.annipock.com

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