New Phone

I just entered the 21st century with my new (work provided) Samsung GalexyS.  Very cool.  I can see the keyboard, my fingers aren't too big and I may even be able to BLOG right from my phone. Next thing you know I'll be all a twitter. What I don't know, is my phone number, or how to make a phone call, or how to answer the darn thing.  It's like holding a Bologna sandwich to my face.  Tom can hardly contain himself. He's the one in the house with all the gadgets and gizmo's...but he doesn't have one of these. It's like he has a new obsession, my phone.  He has downloaded the manual, read all about the fantastic features that I'll never use to include making cartoons and signalling the Starship Enterprise. All I need to do is talk to people for work, check my email messages from work and maintain a work calendar. I have no interest in Birds in Catapults or Pigs that Giggle. I have no time for those - - - - I just ate a Green apple - - - - messages or care to hear about the latest mishaps of housewives in sausage dresses. One ringy-dingy, Two ringy-dingy, HELLO.
So, until I can get this new notepad-like phone thingy down I will continue to carry and answer my dinky little flip phone - same number.

Where do I put it?