Author: The Jody

Someone on the other side of the cubicle wall (in the other row) is clicking his pen on his teeth. I’m going to have to go over there and pull his fingernails out, one by one, until he stops. Seriously people, just DON’T DO THAT.

Added 10 minutes later: Also, would the other person stop whistling “On the Road Again”? Thanks, you’re swell.

Okay, so I can’t program speed dial numbers (?!) but it does verbally announce who is calling. I mean, how freaking cool is that? Too bad nobody ever calls, or I’d be all over that functionality. I did make my dad call me, and of course he now thinks I spent a thousand dollars on the phone. Hey dad, this one was $20 less than the one I should have bought.

I’m feeling kind of bitter right now about how quickly the summer is passing. Why didn’t February fly by this way? Or even March? No, I have to be stuck watching June and July leave contrails in the sky. *sigh*

I’ll be the first to admit that part of my being upset has to do with junior’s formal education looming like a hulking beast on the horizon. Oh I’m thrilled he’ll be in school so they can fill him up with book learnin’ and he’ll have a ton of other kids to play with. But, but…they want all his time. Every day. Last year we took two beach days in September, just he and I, and we had the place to ourselves. It was magical, quite frankly. And now if I want to do that I have to actually pull him out of school! Nevermore will we have just “mama days” and even as I type that my eyes are tearing up so I think I’m just going to not type about it any more. I know it’s not the end of the world. But in some ways, it’s the end of a part of the world.

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I needed to buy a new phone. The upstairs phone, a total piece of crap, wouldn’t dial. Sometimes hitting a number would sometimes send a tone, sometimes not. If there were an emergency, I would have to dial 9999999999999999111111111111111111111111111. I figured that might not be in my best interest. I’ve also been having a static problem with the phone downstairs since putting in the wireless network. Time to upgrade to a 2.4 gigahertz, or whatever the kids are using these days. So if I took the phone from downstairs and moved it upstairs, I could get a new phone for downstairs. All problems solved.

And then, I stupidly bought a way cool new phone that I thought had an answering machine. It was priced as if it did, that’s for sure. No, it’s got all bells and whistles, awesome range, a belt clip and a speakerphone built into the handset (cool!) but it’s a phone meant to be used with voice mail. As in the phone company’s system. Oh well, I’ve been thinking about signing up for that for a while now. Sigh.

Mr. Crunchy wows me again with his brilliance.