voicemail

I hate my cell phone. Or I hate cell phone problems. Maybe both. A few months ago my phone stopped taking a charge. It was the first phone I bought "new" in probably 6 years. It was a year old or so, ancient in cell phone years. They go faster than Dog years. I usually just wait for a hand me down from my sisters' or someone. I spent a long time searching on E bay for a phone that would work for my plan, was NOT a smart phone because I don't/won't pay for data on my phone and was inexpensive cause I am cheap like that. I polled friends (well...April) to see if she thought it was a good one and finally decided to purchase my new-used phone.

I liked it! Bright red! Easy to work-I learned my way around it pretty easily. It was the first phone I have had that had a full keyboard. It took me a bit to get used to it but I was really pleased with my new-used phone!

Cayde really liked it too! One day he pretended it was a boat and set it out to sea in the toilet. (For the love of all things HOLY!!!!!) It was about a month old. (Several cell-phone-years old!) *Sigh*

So I went back to square one, searching ebay and sorting though the lame dealers who post tons of phones on ebay from a store to get you to sign up for a contract. We already have a contract! So I found another phone. I hate it. I have had it a couple of months now. It's a smart phone. (Or a really stupid phone.) Everyone else who looks at it agrees. I got a lot of 'Oh just let me look at it's" at first which turned to furrow brow looks and the smart/dumb phone was quickly returned to me.

I am really not the picky about phones. I am always happy with whatever hand me down phone I get. lol. This one has all sorts of weird/quirky/lame (choose your own adventure) features. So....I don't like it. (I also don't like that my mother leaves me mass quantities of voice mails.)

Tonight I was talking to my sister Terah:

Terah: Is something wrong with your phone?

Me: Ummm....my voice mail is full.....? So, yeah if you consider that as something wrong, there is.

Terah: Yeah, you're gonna need to fix that.

Me: Oh, yeah I don't plan to listen to them.

Terah: What? *laughing*

Me: Just text me.

Terah: Well I did just upgrade to unlimited texts.

Me: Excellent!! Problem solved!

Then at her house tonight:

Me: Can I use your phone to call Wayne? (I called and he did not pick up)

Terah: Call Jacob...see if he answers. he didn't answer me earlier when I called him after I called you.

Me: hmm. All of our phones were dead. Oh. Wait. Didn't I talk to you?

Terah: Yeah. you called me back...which is a rare occurrence.

Snarky I tell you! LOL

Anyway, I guess I am rebelling against the man....er...the cell phone.

Also, Cayde is so lucky he is a beautiful child. Cause boy is he a trouble maker!

Childrens

Porter just hopped down from the table where he and Cayde have been enjoying their well prepared snack of fruit cocktail and pronounces quite calmly, "I do not like childrens."

My eyebrows raised just a touch. I couldn't help it. "You don't like children?"

Porter clarified,"Well I don't like one children."

I tried really hard not to chuckle! "What one children do you not like?"

Stabbing his finger repeatedly in Cayde's direction, "I do not like the children, Cayde."

"Oh you don't?"

"He throws things."

He then pronounced he was no longer his friend. We chatted about how of course they were still friends and I was pretty sure he sill liked and loved him. But boy...I can relate.

I don't like childrens (hehe) who make messes.

Days of Daycare.

This lady just walked up and looked right into our big living room window. We made eye contact and she got freaked out. The town home next to us is empty and i figured she was looking, or trying to look at IT.

I chuckled a bit and went out to talk to her and her friend. I invited them in to see the layout. They saw our MASSIVE pile of girls scout cookies and asked to buy some. Yeah!

Porter was down stairs with me and I called Allori down to sell her cookies. She is home sick...again....poor girl. The nice ladies asked if I ran a daycare. Boy does it feel like it! Hahaha. funny, right?

Scavenger Hunt

On Wednesdays we are building a little tradition that I L-O-V-E, love! My lovely husband loads up the car with all three little kids and Jacob and heads to boyscouts. Wayne and the little kids play ball or walk around the church or some such activity while Jacob is in his scout meeting. Meanwhile, mom enjoys the quite of the house.

I relax. I listen to the quiet. I smile a lot. I rejuvenate.

Then my brood comes home and I give kisses, one of them (it was Porter tonight) crawls into bed with me and we cuddle and laugh at the crazy American Idol contestants, and tear up at the ones with a story who want it so badly.

The few perfect moments with Porter tonight will carry me through the hard days this week. He has these moments of perfect serenity. They are few and far between but each one is so precious. I know I was born to be his mother.

I asked Wayne to please go to Wal Mart while Jacob was in his meeting. If I only need an item or two, it really is better for Wayne to go. He (generally) will get the items I need and nothing more. Me? I go into the store for 4 items and load the basket half full. The printer is out of ink and I have some copies to make for girl scouts.

Also, Porter who at one time, not so long ago had a drawer full of undies (no exaggeration, he had over 30 pairs) now seems to struggle to find a pair each day. We do not let laundry pile up so they are not in teh dirty clothes. So odd! I know the sock gobbler gets the socks, but who the heck has thieved 25 pairs of undies? Hmm? Tell me that!

So after Wayne pronounces that he will go to Wal Mart for ONE item, I add undies to the list and socks in both boys' sizes. Four items. I contemplated adding two more items but thgouth 4 was really all I could expect. The man WAS taking all three hooligans into Wal Mart all by his lonesome.

He comes home with 2 items. A package of socks and a package of underwear. He shows me that the socks say 18 months to 3T so technically they should work for both boys. Hmm. OK. No printer ink. Darn it!

This was not a fun game to see if you could do it or a scavenger hunt, where you had the option to stop hunting. Seriously. I needed those things. Second, if the store did not have the item, you might call me and ask a question or two. I realize this violates the I-ask-nothing-cause-I-TARZAN-er-am-a-man rule that you have so committed your life to, and committed to it you ARE! but please...please....

However, the blissful quiet of the evening...somehow makes it all ok! (Thank you husband!)*

Porter immediately asks me to open the undies. It is bedtime so i ask why he would like the open.

"To play with them!"

Of course...I do not know why I even asked. lol

*Not that he will ever read that. But i did thank him in person also. lol

Smart Tart

Today Allori and I went to the cookie kick off for girl scouts. i picked up two of the girls and the others met us there. Now, I am not really a "kid" person. But can I tell you, I just love these girls. They are smart and funny and every single one is cute as a button.

On our way there, Allori was explaining the three ways to spell too (to, two) to the other girls. They were playing a spelling game. So funny! They are five and six. Smart kids I tell ya.