The Good Samaritan

I find myself in an odd place, somewhat perplexed really. Apparently some things I do out of a natural desire to help my fellow man makes me some kind of hero. Really I am not ready for any kind of adulation and find myself wondering if my normal response to another human's needs makes me "abnormal". Let me explain a little. You probably heard about our friend V that was hospitalized with a stroke/seizures. Well, she is about to come home from the hospital after an almost 3 week stay. Her 4-year-old daughter is with her grandma right now in another state and V's husband is in Iraq (and we are all doing everything we can to get him home, the sooner the better). V will not be able to drive for 8-10 months because of the seizures and should not be left alone. The only reasonable thing to do was bring her here to stay with us. No we are not family, other than being in the family of humans. We are friends. It is natural for me to do this. My mom protested yesterday and the beautiful women on our message board of mommies is so sweet in calling me a hero, an angel, etc. but I'm confused.

I guess for me, it all goes back to Vacation Bible School when I was about 11 years old. I went one day, seriously, one day, and they told the story of the Good Samaritan. Apparently I was so moved that I decided that THIS was how I wanted to live. Before I began a personal relationship with Jesus, my lifestyle motto was "don't let me catch you hurting kids, old people or animals and you won't get hurt". I still live by that credo, but less violently in my response. Use your imagination, you are probably right. I was pretty mean as a teenager.

Today, my response is the same but again, less violent. I believe God repays good for good. It is TOTALLY natural for me to do what I have done and will continue to do for my friend V (and, honestly, anybody else I could help). I do not do it for attention, for accolades or a title of hero. I do it because it is what I would hope somebody would do for me and to please the One who gave it all for me. I'm just giving it back.

So stop it you gals, you are embarrassing me. I don't know how to respond to your kind words and not sound full of myself or like a martyr...I am neither. I am doing what one human should do for another. I'm just trying to follow Christ's example and parable.

O How I hate to wait

I'm writing this covered in dust...but it's happy dust. I'm sanding the dry putty/filler from the bathroom floor today. I can wait no longer to have my bathroom put to right, so I'm doing it myself. I just wished DH had listened when I chimed over and over that when filling/puttying a floor, less is more. (I went through this before when I laid my mom's kitchen floor when I was 19. Long story, but if you pull up the tile, my brother and I did a wicked War of the Worlds scene on the sub-floor while we waited for dad to get back with the big industrial sander. Apparently my brother and I thought more was better...but I digress).

So today is day what, 30, 40, 50, I have lost count and I want my bathroom back. I have a 4 hour break to "clean, shop, tend to MB" in my day before I go back to work and today I'm sanding a floor and keeping MB away b/c there is a wicked amount of black dust flinging around the bathroom.

Why am I so impatient? I'm gonna pay for this in more than one way I'm sure.

Less you think Monkey Boy is neglected. I did play 2 games of Memory with him before I started...and I was letting him sweep the bathroom floor until he wacked me with the broom he was calling a vacuum and said "oops I vacuumed you mommy"...yeah, right in to head trauma cutie pie.

back to the sanding if I'm gonna get this done soon. Then all dh has to do is lay the latex primer, I will hit the tiles, (that is my speciality) and then he can install the sink tonight.

Could I really have a whole bathroom back by the end of today.

I can hope. or I can finish being impatient and make it so myself.

INTERVIEW ME (interviewed by Tamwill)

1. What was your biggest mistake? Majoring in Communications: Radio, TV and Film. I should have choosen something more productive...like M.D. or at least a nursing degree...or teacher. But NOOO I wanted to be in radio. LOL. The only other thing is I would like to have had children earlier so maybe I could have had more than 1 of my own.

2. What was your biggest embarrassing moment? When I was the M.C. for the Christopher Cross concert in Illinois and I was introducing the new morning show and gave the WRONG name of the new host. LOL...good thing it was only in from of 1200 people. *blush*. Or the time we were doing a contest on air and I said "Bambi the rabbit) not once, but TWICE, during the contest. Needles to say, that was embarassing.. actually, I'm always embarassing myself.

3. If you could be someone else who would that be? Pretty happy being myself, though I wish I were a thinner, healthier me (and wealthier me too).

4. If you could come back after death, what would you want to be? NO way. Once is enough. I know where I go when I shed this mortal coil, why in heaven would I want to come back here??

5. If you could pick your own name what would it be? I actually like my name. If I use a "fake name" for some reason I always say Lisa. Now that I have a SIL named Lisa, no more...gotta think fast enough for a new "fake name".

Ok you know the rules!! GO!

Just remember the rules now. And now, a reminder of the rules:1. Leave me a comment saying 'interview me please'

2. I will respond by asking you five questions here on my blog (not the same questions you see here)

3. You will update your blog/site with the answers to the questions

4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post

5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions

Shopping

I went shopping today. Not grocery shopping, but couch shopping. This is an event that TOTALLY freaks me out. I told my dear husband that I was feeling queasy as we packed up MB on the hottest day of the year and went shopping for a sofa sleeper and recliner. The sofa sleeper is for me because we give up our bed when our parents come to visit and sleep on the once VERY comfy couch and living room floor (or previous air mattress which has since deflated and refuses to be re-inflated). I'm too darn OLD to sleep on the floor and fighting over the couch is too much. We tried sleeping in SS#1's bed, but it was worse than sleeping on the floor. LOL..I hope it's not that bad for him.

So, with much frustration and temptation to barf, I went, screaming and kicking into a mall. JC Penny to be exact. From the website (yes, I tried to shop for a couch on the internet...bad idea, yes, I know) JC Penny seemed to have a wide variety on-line, so that is where we started....and where we ended.

I told DH that we would not buy the first thing we saw, but what did I do? I liked the first one I saw, and it was ON SALE!!! What woman who about pukes when it comes to shopping can resist a sale. The couch is for me. The recliner...all DH. He has begged me for a recliner since we got married 6 years ago. I finally let him have one. It was clearanced and matched the couch. The sofa sleeper is comfy, neutral in color and micro-fiber (read fairly easy to clean).

So we got them. Well, not really. The recliner DH will pick up after work tomorrow. I, however, have to wait over a month. Apparently they have to go kill a few trees and MAKE my couch (though the sales lady told me it was in stock). That's okay, no company, that I know of, between now and then.

So, without hyperventilating, we now have a couch and rocker/recliner. I'm exhausted and have a bit of buyers remorse (as I always do spending anything over $200 on anything) and am wondering if our age shows by the furniture we buy. This is a style my parents would buy. Am I becoming my mother (I ask myself rhetorically).

I will let you know how the couch sleeps....around the holidays. Is it too late to get that protective plastic stuff grandma used to have on her couch....where do you find it these days?

A NEW GAME OF TAG

Here are my answers, add yours or give me a link to your Blog if you have already done it.

What was I doing 10 years ago:
10 years ago I was watching my mother fight (and win) a battle with breast cancer. I worked for a Christian radio station in a multi-role position, playing with my best friends children in Illinois and figured I would be single for the rest of my life, and adjusting to that fact.

What was I doing 5 years ago:
Well, our 6 year anniversary is coming up, so I was getting adjusted to this thing called marriage, working part time for a light rock radio station in Tennessee and for a heating and air conditioning company. DH and I were looking for a house instead of the tiny duplex in a questionable neighborhood. And I was trying to be a good stepmother.

What was I doing 1 year ago:
Wow. Changing diapers on my then 3 year old, rejoicing that he is alive and such a smart thing. Wondering how we would pay the bills. Thinking "I have to get a different job".

Yesterday:
Dreaming of a nap, any nap...horizontal is gooooooood. Trying to figure out what to cook for dinner and why I am so cold when DH complains he is hot. Trying also to figure out how you motivate a man to help around the house. Ha!

5 snacks I enjoy:
1. Ice Cream, generally coffee flavored or chocolate w/chocolate and more chocolate.
2. pie....I love PIE. go figure.
3. Coffee...hey to those of us who love it, yes it is a snack.
4. Ginee's chocolate chip cookies...can I get a care package???
5. Fresh fruit...blueberries, raspberries, strawberries, yummmmm

5 songs I know all the words to:
Working in radio for 15+ and considering all music poetry with background sounds, I have an unfair advantage.
1. Dear Friends by Charlie Peacock.
2. I want to be a Clone by Steve Taylor
3. All and any Daniel Amos songs
4. Pretty much any Margaret Becker song.
5. Most pop/light rock songs.

5 things I'd do with $100 million:
1. Tithe.
2. buy (pay cash) for a bigger house with 2 side houses on opposite sides of the property for my parents and my DH's parents.
3. Buy houses for our family.
4. Set up a fund for educational scholarships.
5. 3 words, National Kidney Foundation! (if they'd use it for pediatric research).

5 locations I'd run away to:
Wow, if I answer this then disappear are you gonna go looking for me here?
1. California (big state, good luck finding me)
2. England.
3. Italy.
4. Illinois (yep, I'd be at your house eating cookies Ginee ;-) )
5. Ireland.

5 bad habits:
Bad habits, me???
1. Over eating.
2. Under exercising.
3. Never sleeping.
4. Coffee.
5. Expecting too much.

5 things I like doing:
1. Sleeping.
2. Swimming.
3. Playing with Monkey Boy.
4. Hanging out w/other moms
5. Taking care of people.

5 thinks I'd never wear:
1. a binkni. I'd be arrested!
2. short shorts.
3. a collar and leash...get over it kids, it's not cute- it's sick.
4. a vial of blood around my neck ala angelina jolie.
5. open toed sandels.

5 TV shows I like:
1. CSI, the original, not the knock offs.
2. Green Wing (though BBC America says they are not carrying it anymore...it made me laugh out loud)
3. Robot Chicken (I can't believe I'm admitting this)
4. Family Guy
5. Forensic Files

5 Biggest joys at this moment:
1. Monkey Boy is napping.
2. our refinance is going through on Monday.
3. I see a new couch in my future.
4. God is alive and well and living here on planet earth!!!
5. All of this is temporary and we have an eternal home!

5 Favorite toys:
I love toys...this is a dangerous question
1. Discovery Toys' discontinued Peeks the Clown. LOVE him.
2. DT's Rush Hour, fun toy in the car.
3. Does my carpet cleaner count???
4. My dishwasher.
5. The gas grill.

5 Things I dislike:
1. Housework (I supposed if I didn't have to work full time I may feel differently here).
2. Potty training a child.
3. mean people/stupid people/the military (at this moment).
4. being FAT.
5. being broke.

TAG, you're it.

Bathroom floor update...

Day 25 and counting, if my math is correct. I will give him a break b/c of emergency friend situation, but come on now.....I need a bathroom floor w/tile. I'm tired of worrying about splashing. Now he wants to change the sink out. I don't have a problem with this except it was not in the budget and I want/need a new couch ( and I can not decide what I want for a vanity. ..for under $300. I found one for $1250 that I liked, but come on....for a bathroom sink? No. Besides....we REAAAALLLY need a couch (preferably a pull out sofa, we get a lot of company). I would post a pic of our couch, but it is deplorable and you would probably send child protective services out...not that it was not MB and SS1 and SS2 who destroyed the furniture in the first place. Now, I notice a new tear (make that 2 irreparable tears now) in the big yellow comfy chair. *sigh* and I wanted a house of boys. I need concrete furniture.

Today, I thank God for the small things in life...mainly today, the cordless telephone. Today I spent, literally, 15 minutes on hold waiting for a customer service rep to cancel an internet thingie that we did for a friend that ended up not working (long story, I'll spare you the details). I went to the compay's on-line site where it told me I could cancel the service. NOPE. no such link. So I had to *gasp* pick up the phone and call. There began the waiting.

The patience of Job I do not have, though I consider myself a somewhat patient person (stop laughing Ginee!) so I waited. And wondered....and sent MB to the bathroom...and surfed in another window...and checked the boards I hang out on...and started cleaning the kitchen...and took another phone call...and thought about cleaning the hamster cage...and cleaned MB who decided today he would poop in his pants to see if mom would be consistent in her making him sit on the couch w/o television, toys or music...and then, finally, somebody answered the phone.

I heard the singing of angels in his voice, or was that the Muzak being killed in my ears (which sounded like a mariachi band...nobody should be forced to listen to Mariachi music unwillingly for 15 mintues). Anyway customer service was finally on the line...or were they. The person said his name, asked me why I wanted to cancel the service and then .............silence........... The kind of silence that makes one thing one has been hung up on again by a less than stellar customer service department. "hello?" I question. He is still there.....apparently the computer was S L O W so he could not address me by my name...ROFLOL.. I don' t care if you don't know my name...breathe or something so I know you are on the line.

So, the service got cancelled. I used my 15 mintues "wisely" and gained patience in the process. Anybody else I should call today, I really need to wash the kitchen floor...and for some reason, I feel like Mexican for lunch...Ole!

Today I'm stuck

I'm stuck in between loving and being bored to death in my job. I love that I can work at home which allows me to be here for Monkey Boy, but I am BORED to death typing today. I woke up (Still dizzy by the way) and the first thing I saw was the room moving, but still, it was 5:30 and time to get up, get MB his medicine and start typing. Now, typing is not a bad thing, but docs, when dictating, do some pretty silly stuff like take phone calls, joke w/nurses and my pet peeve, eat. I suppose it could be worse. I have friends who have had docs burp, release gas from the southern boarder, sing opera, and one (I kid you not) had narcolepsy and would flat out fall asleep dictating and start snoring. I laugh mostly at that one because maybe I should be typing him becuase I have fallen asleep typing some docs.

I really really really really need some adult conversation that is not medical based before I flip out totally. I tell you what, I feel like one of the most boring people on the planet anymore. What DO grown ups talk about in the real world. Myplaymate is 4 now...and cars and Marble Works are about all we talk about...oh and spongebob.

I LOVE that I can wear my pj's all day, no makeup and, with the excpeption of offending MB, I don't have to shower until late in the day. LOL. Laziness and workaholism all in one package.

But today, it is hard to type, i'm tired, have a headache and am desperately waiting for the antibiotics to kick in so I can drive again and get MB out of the house into the 100 degree heat....mabye we will stay in after all.

BEHOLD the power of muffled

Huh? I hear you asking what the heck is she talking about. Today, I can not hear properly. I knew I had an "ear thing" happening this week, the dizziness tells all. Rooms spin, guts about spill forth from orifices used to speak....You know what I mean if you have EVER had an inner ear infection. In fact, sitting here typing this now, the room has already spun twice.

I did not realize "THE ear" had gotten this bad until a wicked storm rolled through this morning and Monkey Boy and I opened the front door so mommy could tell if he dropped something in the back of the house or that was thunder that shook the entire house. It was disturbing to me to discover it was really the latter of the two. Okay, I can not hear clearly right now for the fluid build up in my ears. It is really kind of funny (again, if not for the dizziness).

MB jumped out of his Spongebob Underwear when the thunder shook the house again...but alas, it sounded like a muffled grumble of a stomach from across the room.

Thank goodness my WONDERFUL, LOVE YOU GIRL, physician knows about "THE ear" issue and prescribed me an antibiotic to kill the germies who live in THE EAR and torment me every few years. This time, I hope to avoid the cellulitis in my ear....really, lets not do that again.

but for now, I will enjoy my muffled silence and LAUGH that I finally hear DH in a normal tone and MB's yelling and jumping have no affect on my head.

Behold the headache free day today b/c I can not hear! ROFLOL..... hear ya in 3 days!

Have you ever been so tired that

All you could think about was sleep, when, where and how long. Would it be interrupted or would you get to sleep through the night or nap w/o interruption.

My friend's medical drama continues and the powers that be at the military still do not see fit to send her husband home to help her/love her/improve her help.

I feel uber responsible here. I want to help so much and feel I should being the closest friend she has. A group of amazing women from a message board have been helping as much as they can too, but really I feel like my son's hamster in a wheel. You can go round and round and make it spin really fast, you make a lot of noise, but in the end, nothing is really accomplished except you are tired. That is where I am at today.

I can not imagine what would possess a man to deny another man access to his sick wife. This is making me crazy. I feel worn out and have no idea what to do now.

anyone have an idea?

Have you ever...

Have you ever been a part of something you knew was beyond your scope of understanding and well beyond you capabilities. This happened to me this week and the story continues on. I was on hand along with my DH and MonkeyBoy (MB) when a friend of ours had a medical emergency. This had to be, by far, the scariest moment of my life and I have had a few scary moments. I heard V, my friend, call out my name and arrived in her room in time to watch her collapse into a horrible seizure on the bed.

I have dealt with a LOT of medical drama in my life from my mom diagnosed with blood clots on my 16th birthday, my dad in a wreck that fractured 3 of his vertebrae, my mom and dad being diagnosed with Cancer, my brother with Hepatitis, my own near death experience from a pulmonary embolism and my son being born in renal failure, being on dialysis and then going through a kidney transplant. I am here to tell you, watching somebody you really care about, knowing her husband is in Iraq and her daughter is in a daycare you don't know where be taken to an ambulance after what looked like a horrible seizure will put you into a panic immediately. I never prayed so hard in my life. There are details of things I saw that will never leave my memory and I pray nobody has to see. But there was PRAYER (and 911).

Some other friends have talked about the uncanny timing of all things in this situation, but if you, dear reader, have not read others, let me tell you. The situation was SO out of my comfort zone but so in God's that I still get heebed out when I think about it. Right after V was taken off in the ambulance her husband messaged her from Iraq...and I was there when the computer "rang". I jumped on and told him the scary news and found out were baby K was. I also remembered the nickname K has for her grandma and called V's mom and got her ready to come down and help too. I was able to get baby K and get to the ER and check on V.

WE are nowhere near done with this situation. WE are all (and there are more ppl doing this than I can mention now) fighting the military to get J back from Iraq, V is improving, but she has a long road ahead as it turned out she had a small stroke and, thankfully, baby K is oblivious to what is happening, as far as I can tell.

I freaked when it happened and my natural response is to run from God because it is scary to me the ways he chooses to use me (this is not the first time I have been in a situation, placed by God, that I am totally uncomfortable in, I bet it will not be the last). I, in my flesh, have to fight the desire to sin, rationalizing that God will not use me if I sin...silly huh.

I look at this as a "paying it forward" situation. I was able to use all of my own medical issues, my families medical issues and my knowledge to help a friend in dire need. But this was done for me too. You see, back in 1996 I had a blood clot that turned into the Pulmonary embolism and if it were not for my friend Doug who was visiting me to check on my ankle (sprained it slug hunting, that is a story for a much later time) when the PE moved and I suddenly could not breath. He rushed me to the hospital and saved my life. Doug, I am sorry for the fear and trauma I put you through and THANK YOU for saving my life that I could save anothers.

HAMMIE

How is it that something as small as a hamster can smell up the whole of the house.

Off to clean a cage....but not in the bathroom less I splash *wink*.

New Bathroom Floor, Day 11

So 11 days ago a neighbor whom I now adore (and need to pay appropriately) came over and helped DH rip out our rotting bathroom floor. Apparently I am to be grateful I was not here to see just how rotten the wood subfloor really was because I would have totally freaked. (If you know me, you know it takes a bit to make me freak...so I too am grateful I did not see because the rotten wood was under the toilet. We had a rocking toliet for a while till I nagged enough! LOL). So T the neighbor and my DH tore out the old wood and put down new sub-floor with extra supports and then a layer of leuan (however you spell it). That is, unfortunately where it seems to stop. You see, T is no longer in the picutre and DH must finish the job himself (T volunteered his help, he goes to church with us and DH (at my nagging again) asked him for help since he has never fixed a floor before). Now, my husband is never very energetic, but REALLY, lets wrap this beast up. His first stall was to ask if I wanted to paint the bathroom. Of course. If we put this much work into it, lets get rid of the white wall issue. So he tells me before the tile is laid that I have to paint. So I get the primer on...then I get the Oops paint from Home Depot (full gallon of Behr paint for $5, LOVE the oops paint!!) in a BEAUTIFUL cappicino color that MB and I got on a date night. (Sidebar...MB asked to go to Home Depot for our date. LOL..raising a handyman ladies...get in line with your daughters he will be a hot ticket! *wink*). So now I have painted the bathroom (DH helped, I have to give him Kudos for that, the bathroom looks good so far.

However, day 11 and I still have no sink in my bathroom (wash hands in the tub or kitchen sink) and I want my bathroom BACK.

The kicker is I am the one to lay the tile...but he got a special sealant at HD and it is Latex which means I can not breath it. I am, you see, highly allergic to latex. When I pained the primer on the wall, latex, I got stupid and could not function (or breath properly) for the remainder of the afternoon, not good considering I did it while I was on break from work. So I have to wait for him to putty the floor, fill the screwheads and level it out and seal it to apply the tiles.

I WANT MY BATHROOM BACK, in it's entirety and soon. NOBODY is allowed to splash in the bathroom while the wood is exposed making for a frustrated 4 year old and a fussy wife.

*Sigh* I wish I could just do it myself, but for this one, I have to behave and wait....the hardest thing to do when this should have been a 2 or 3 day job tops.

T...can you come spark a fire under DH's butt???

What happened to the 4th of July?

I really don't know when it started, but I no longer enjoy the 4th of July. Don't get me wrong, I love what we are celebrating, freedom (which I do understand is not free) and the awesomeness of this nation that will help any country, even when help is unappreciated by a small but vocal minority. We prayed for our president, our country, our men and women on duty protecting us and their families left at home.....I love our freedom and celebrate it, quietly.

I think my dislike of the celebration happened when I realized that fireworks were being sold as early as June 1st and my little redneck neighbors like to blow things up beginning June 2nd. Then there is the problem of heat. Since I moved to Tennessee from my frozen northern abode I have discovered that it's bloody HOT here on the 4th of July. Not just "wow it's hot today" but step outside and feel like you are in a shower because it's so hot you can't breath and you are SOAKED instantly hot. If you have been in Middle Tennessee on the 4th you know what I mean.

This year I tried to make it good for the kids. I went to the store, last minute, and decided on a cookout for supper. I got hamburgers, chicken legs and chips. Sodas were already at the house (and a fav for them all). While I was shopping I picked up water balloons. No sprinkler or pool at our house right now (that is a horrible nightmare of a post which will probably come later too) so water balloons it was to cool them off and get 3 teenage (or nearly so) boys OUT of my house for a few minutes (I need a bigger house at 1200 sq feet and too many boys!!). Got home, filled the balloons and sent them outside in the rain (LOL) with buckets of water balloons. (tangent warning...why is it that they FREAK and run from a water balloon in the rain??). So they had fun, ate food cooked in the steaming heat from the grill ( did I mention I am the family grill cook) and then, time for fireworks right? Well, again, being so darned HOT here and the fact that monkey boy can not get dehydrated (well, he can but he shouldn't) not to mention he FREAKS at loud noises, we forego the town fireworks (which are pretty lame anyway, sorry). I thought about driving into Nashville, but really, who wants to drive over 30 minutes to spend $20 on parking to walk several blocks if not miles to a cramped stadium to watch fireworks.....that MB will freak about anyway. So we forego the fireworks display for the simple joining of the rednecks at blowing them up in the front yard. I have a confession here...I stayed inside and shampooed my living room carpet while they did the fireworks thing. It saves on potential strokes or heart attacks. MB ran in crying b/c it was too loud, even with ear plugs.

SO my boys all had fun, as a child should, with the 4th of July. No watermelon seed spitting, they don't like watermelon. No parades, nobody does the good old fashioned parades here. There is a kid bike parade at the park, but again, heat and crowds are not good for us.

I feel like an old fuddy duddy when it comes to the 4th of July. *sigh* maybe I AM getting old.
But what REALLY tweaks me about the 4th of July is the neighbor who gets drunk and blows fireworks till 2:30 in the morning. I swear...if the 4th of July does not end soon here I'm gonna find the fool and blow a bottle rocket up his/her butt! I get up at 5:30, have a kid that freaks with fireworks...and it's the 6th now. Do you think you have been patriotic enough yet? I wish I had another year to warm to the idea of a grand 4th of July, but I have a sick feeling I will be reliving it again tonight. It's like the movie Groundhog Day..only louder and in the middle of the night. Maybe I'll take some Benedryl tonight.

The horizontal alarm

As promised, here is my theory on my horizontal alarm. Before you go of on a tangent, it is so not about sex. Just the opposite, it's all about sleep...or the lack there of. If you read the post below, you see I keep a wild schedule in my universe which leads me to spend the better part of my life wondering and dreaming up when I can lay down for a nap...not even a long Sunday afteroon, after church, while Nascar is on, before supper, before children kind of nap, but 20 minutes to 1 hour of blessed, uninterrupted, nobody calling my name SLEEEEEeeeeeep. I'm dreaming of one now just minutes before I have to get back to work (2 to be precise, I better get to my point).

My point is this. No matter what time of day or early evening I attempt to take a cat-nap, within 2 minutes of falling asleep the phone will ring. I wish I were overstating it, but it is true. My phone will not ring all day or night, but let me go horizontal and the phone RINGS.... like C.S. Lewis' brother Warnie said "Ring ring ring, jump up and answer me, now now now....blasted contraptions these telephones are". I love having a phone and, quite honestly, love getting phone calls, but why oh why am I only on people's minds while I'm trying to quite my mind and rest my weary head.

There you have it, work is at bay and I'm sooooooo tired, no attempted naps today, I have 4 boys ages 4 thru 15 in my house right now and napping is definately out of the question, so if you need to call me, why not call me now.