Obviously it's not true, but I feel like I'm the only person in the world who has to work today. It's veeeery quiet around here. Let's try and keep it that way, ok? Nobody go blowing your hand off with a firework, alright? I'm looking at you, random drunk guy who has been blowing things up since Tuesday.
_________________________________________________________________________________________
Last week, Paul canceled our cable tv service in a fit of rage. We had a cable/internet/phone bundle package, and our internet had been going out all the time for a matter of weeks. For someone who has been working mostly from home recently, this was apparently kind of annoying. Anyway, all I really know is that I heard a string of obscenities from downstairs (where his computer is), and a few hours later there was a satellite dish on my roof. He told me we'd actually save about $100 a month, which was enough for me.
So about an hour after he canceled our service, I suddenly couldn't get my email. Then it hit us-- our email addresses had been connected to that particular service provider. It didn't take long to get new email addresses from a new provider and a mass email sent out to all our contacts about the change, but for about an hour I was in kind of a panic. I had no idea how cut off I'd feel without my email. How would anyone contact me? How would I know if there were comments on my blog? What if I missed something important?
I may be a little too plugged in. Seriously. Life may have been better before all this technology. (But you know I don't really believe that for a second!)_______________________________________________________________________________________
Note to self: There are certain times of the month (ahem) when I should really refrain from "let's make decisions about our goals/dreams/direction of our lives" kinds of conversations. It only ends in totally irrational emotional breakdowns that will seem ridiculous in a few hours.
_______________________________________________________________________________________
I was totally planning to write about how freaking stressful mealtimes are with Brady (i.e. will. not.eat.) lately... and then he started eating like a horse over the past few days. My kid who wouldn't eat more than a few bites at each meal is once again wolfing down entire quesadillas.
I suppose I'll file it under "everything is a phase". No doubt he'll launch on another hunger strike shortly, and I'll forget everything I've learned and get all stressed out again. Sigh.
_______________________________________________________________________________________
In honor of my actually being home on the 4th of July, Paul and I have decided to go full-Americana and take part in all our little neighborhood's activities. We'll be out front for the kiddie parade tomorrow morning at 9, I'm bringing spinach dip to the neighborhood potluck bar-b-que tomorrow evening, and we'll be back on our lawn after dark to watch people blow things up (dudes-- my neighbors buy a lot of fireworks) in our cul-de-sac.
It'll be interesting to see how Brady does with all the fireworks. My guess is that they won't phase him, but after the sprinkler incident, who knows. But whatever happens, you know there will be plenty of photographic evidence!
Have a fun, safe 4th everyone!
Don't worry, you wern't the only one who had to work yesterday..I did too. I know what you mean, it felt like I was the only one...that and NO one came into the Post Office yesterday!
Happy 4th!!!
Posted by: Amanda | July 04, 2009 at 03:30 PM
Who did you go with for your dish? We have DirectTv and my husband won't go back to cable, even if his life depended on it.
Posted by: Andrea | July 05, 2009 at 07:49 PM