iFail iPhone

My new iphone 5 was delivered yesterday. I'm not sure why I got mine ahead of the rest of the family, but I'm grateful to see the screen again. Mine was so crackled I couldn't read my Horriblescope.  The plan was simple. As soon as the phone arrived, call the nice lady at the store where I bought it in Gonzalez, Louisiana. I did, and she carefully guided me through opening the shipping box. She calls me Miss Mary, because she's from the south where they still respect older people. "Now, Miss Mary, you be careful opening the box with that knife. We at Verizon Wireless don't want you to hurt yourself!" (My real name is Mary. My parents shortened it to Bernadette.)
After thirty minutes on the phone, I had that sucker out of the box and turned on. Then it got confusing. That sweet lady waited while I fumbled around touching this and that. After all, an iPhone has only two real buttons. And yet they can be bewildering. I was nervous.
Then came the moment I dread. She asked me for my Apple ID. I haven't any idea what it is or where to find it, so I spent another several minutes sliding and poking my fingers around under her direction until we came up with my daughter's Apple ID. "That's it," I exclaimed. "I remember now! I couldn't figure it out two years ago so she said just use hers!"  We were up and running.
Later, as I tried to synchronize my phone to its mother ship, iTunes, it all went sour again. After two more hours, I had a brand new iPhone full of my daughters phone contacts and also her music selections but I still didn't have "Hangin' with Friends," my favorite game.  This probably all happened because three years ago I bought my daughter's old computer, complete with her music file and password.
I won't be calling anyone I know today, but I'll be having some fun with my daughter's contact list. It might even be more fun than "Hangin' with Friends."