We are members of a wine club in Edmonds and get two bottles a month. I tried to carry our bottles into the house with my arms full of other things and look what happened.
It was distressing, to say the least.
Hello?
Dear AT&T/Cingular,
I know I have the oldest phone ever made, but I think your service is starting to stink. Even though I’m sitting on my comfy couch, I still can not make or recieve any calls. I can’t even send a text message or check my voice messages.
Last night I had to call my mom back 3 times during our five minute conversation. I talk to my mom more than 5 minutes a day, so can you please help us out in fixing the cell tower near our house. I’m not sure I can live through more dropped calls.
I know it isn’t my phone from 1982 because I tried my husband’s high tech iphone and it dropped me before I could even begin to say hello to the other end.
So, AT&T/Cingular, what say you? Can you fix it? Will you fix it? I don’t want to spend the cold Winter months outside in my front yard balancing on my left foot -because that is the only thing that seems to work – just to call my peeps.
Sincerely,
Phoneless in Edmonds
Well, At Least We’re Not Locked Out This Time
Our house got broken into.
This makes me super sad,mad, angry, scared, and thankful all in the same moment.
I’m sad because my diamond earrings and Celtic necklace got stolen. The earrings were given to me by Grandma and Grandpa Elvrum for my18th birthday. My mom gave me the necklace after a trip to Ireland. Look how happy I am while wearing both pieces of jewelry.
I am mad because they disrupted the feeling of safety that Barry and I have felt these past 11 months of living here. I am also mad because I spent time this summer re-finishing the doors with my grandpa…since they have been kicked in, we will probably need to get new ones. I loved those doors.
I am angry that there are people in this world that see breaking in as an option. I am also angry that they went through every single room and took something from each room. We now have no camera, no ipod, no iphone….no sense of safety.
I am scared that this could happen again. Here’s the ironic part: all of the other doors were unlocked. Our brilliant thief decided to break into the one locked door. Had he tried another door (perhaps our front) he could have gracefully walked in. Am I supposed to be on guard, watching my drive way, at all times?
I am thankful that Sydney wasn’t here. She’s visiting Camp Janet. Let’s face it, she’s not exactly a guard dog. She’s sad that her pad got busted into.
I’m thankful that Barry didn’t get hurt. I’m thankful that Greg came and fixed things…seeing parents (even if they aren’t mine) gives a sense of security. A few nails later, our precious door suddenly closes and locks, not the most beautiful thing in the world, but phew.
I’m also thankful that I just happened to take my video camera to school today. I didn’t need it and it’s been sitting on the floor for a couple weeks. I took it to school and now still have my NB video. No picture can represent this, maybe a picture of the pile of papers that I’ve written and the fact that I’m not a puddle of tears on the floor still.
That aside, I am most thankful for the fact that despite all the fear and drama of the past five hours, Barry and I are home.
