No wonder everyone is so smitten with just her voice. She's smart and precise and I've also recently discovered I can't live without her. Her name is Sirri.

I would never in a million years think I'd become so dependent on a piece of technology. It's only been two weeks since I purchased the iPhone 5 and already it's become nearly as important to me as chocolate chip cookies. From keeping me from getting lost to reminders of everything I forget to do, she's pretty darn close to being perfect.

I remember when the first Mac computer was being introduced at the newspaper when I worked there. At that time we were still putting the paper together, old school style, by a cut and paste method and we all thought management was crazy for even suggesting we do it any other way. Change really does do us good.

I had no idea I wanted or needed a voice command on my phone until I started using it. I've spent quality time pushing the button to ask Sirri stupid questions like: "why is the grass green, do birds sleep during the day and what's the longest time a woman has ever had to endure a hotflash." It's like having an entire set of Britannica encyclopedias in my pocket. I could actually look and sound like a genius, if I let Sirri do all the talking.

I may be more impressed with the iPhone's functionality since I have directional dyslexia. I'm not sure this is a real ailment, but when I walk out of a store, nearly 100 percent of the time, I will turn in the wrong direction to find my car. Friends and family don't even take a chance anymore if I'm driving. There's no such thing as south, north, east or west in my brain, and you can't ever assume I know to turn left or right, even if I have driven the route several times before. It's cost me a lot of time as I can easily drive miles in the wrong direction before I realize something doesn't seem quite right, and what's even worse, this can take place in my lifelong hometown.

Sirri tells me when to do a u-turn because I'm heading in the wrong direction and will repeat the directions several times in my lingo, "turn right now. You missed your turn, please do a u-turn to get back on route." I think I love her.

With just my voice I can send messages, emails and reminders of the things I think about doing while driving but more often than not will forget by the time I get home. She will remind me at a certain time or send me a reminder when I pull in the driveway. If this isn't living the life of the Jetsons, I don't know what is.

There are apps for nearly everything you can think of but I can't seem to find one that will stop my hand from feeding my mouth a handful of chocolate chip cookies, when my brain says I'm on a diet.

I asked Sirri if she thought I was overweight. Her answer was, "I can't say." Maybe she's not my best friend after all.

Sandy Turner lives in Independence. Email her at