Just a quick, and mostly meaningless, post on this rainy Friday.
Shoes are highly over-rated. I think I ought to go to work barefoot today. Too bad that doing such a thing might get me fired.
Some people just really don’t know when to quit. I have one word for those people: STALKER.
Thank you and have a pleasant Friday!
We’ve had a landline for a little over a month now. And we get a LOT of phone calls. This would be a very exciting thing, except that the calls are almost never for us. Between the telemarketers (soon to cease, thanks to NoCallsPlease.com) and the “oops, sorry, wrong number” calls, we’re also consistently receiving not-so-pleasant calls for Tyson & Bonnie *last name withheld to protect the guilty*. We’ve received calls for them from the doctor’s office, as well as at least two different collection agencies, and one other company calling about a bill. Last night, however, takes the cake.
I went to bed early with the promise that I’d be awakened if Paul Hamm was kicking @$$. I was in bed a mere 20 minutes when the phone rang. I got up to ask my dear husband who was calling at this obscene hour (about 10:20pm, EST), and as I’m opening the bedroom door, I hear Matt finishing the call. He tells me that the police department from the next municipality over was on the phone. Says the officer was looking for Tyson & Bonnie. So last night Matt got to tell a police officer that he had the wrong phone number. Hind sight, I think he should have asked the officer if we should be alarmed by the number of calls we’ve received for them.
I, personally, am concerned. Do you remember when the Camdens made Mary go live with the Colnel & Ruth? Do you remember why? Let me refresh your memory. Mary had to go live with the Colnel & Ruth in evil, snowy Buffalo because she was BAD. Part of her trouble was that she was in debt. Right before she got sent off to Buffalo, a collection company called the house looking for her. Poor Lucy picked up the phone, and the collector insisted that Lucy was actually Mary. HALF OF THE EPISODE was Lucy being harrassed by the collector who refused to believe that Lucy was Mary’s sister and not Mary at all. If we didn’t have caller ID I’d be really really worried that I might pick up the phone someday & the person on the other end refuse to believe that I’m not Bonnie. And I promise you that I’m NOT Bonnie. We have two lovely Bonnies at work already… we don’t need a third just yet. So yeah, my fear is probably largely a result of watching too much 7th Heaven, but it’s still a fear.
*Edited to add, I’m really not that stupid… I promise that I know that just because something happens on 7th Heaven that it won’t necessarily happen in real life. Is a girl not allowed to have ridiculously crazy worries anymore??
I do not find it fun to mail miscellaneous paper to people I don’t know. I also find it very very hard to follow my husband’s logic as posted below. Taxes are NOT like children. But my husband is really cute.
In other news, the Souzeks have officially made the Big Move, which involved an awful lot of time in my home state, but no visit with the Buchwald family. *pouts* We’re glad to hear that they made it safely and have furniture.
Pansy has reappeared from a forced Internet sabatical.
She and partner-in-crime, Peony, hold down the fort at Two Sleepy Mommies, a marvelous blog about Catholic motherhood.
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In other Buchwald Family News, Matt is still in bed. Normally this wouldn’t be an issue, as I like to let dh sleep in on the weekend. But today we have places to be & people to see. We also have things to do before we can go anywhere or see anyone. A mere 4 hours from now we’re supposed to be an hour away for a family reunion. It takes a minimum of an hour for the two of us to get ready to go anywhere, and I still have to make food to take with us. I also wanted to finish going through the proofs from the wedding & get ready to place our order.
This being a grown-up married woman thing is hard… Actually having to take food to picnics! Imagine that! *pouts* Where’s my mommy? Oh yeah, she’s at her house, getting her OWN food ready to go to the picnic. My food will be far inferior to anything my mom has ever made, but at least I’m making an effort, right? I’ve kidnapped a recipe for taco dip from Carrie and I’m going to attempt to feed it to my relatives. I tried to feed it to Maureen & Tony’s relatives a few weeks ago… and they ate it… but I found out later that I made it wrong. So hopefully round two will go better (not that round one was bad, mind you) & the relatives will like it.
Tomorrow looks to be another go-to-church-then-sit-around-the-house kind of Sunday, which is A-OK by me, and I’m sure Grandpa Stock approves. I have a goal that I will not shop on Sundays now that I’m married, and last Sunday was the first Sunday I suceeded in my goal. All of the previous Sundays we just couldn’t sit still so we ended up at the store.
On Monday, we’re going to dinner with Matt’s dad to celebrate Matt’s birthday yet again. I think Matt wants to go to Applebee’s, Hopefully we’ll be able to get there early enough to enjoy Happy Hour. I haven’t had a good Long Island Iced Tea since the day before I got married (Thanks, Diddy!).
Wednesday is our final session of NFP. Not that I’m any sort of seasoned veteran or anything, but so far NFP is working out really well for Matt & I. I think I can safely speak for my hubby when I say that we strongly recommend learning it. *insert 30 second commercial* It’s really really inexpensive ($45 for the four session/3 month class which includes instructional material & a thermometer plus any cost for photocopying extra charts and something to write with), very time efficient (5 minutes a day, tops), and it’s educational. Plus, it’s something you have to work on together, so it builds communication. You can learn more from Couple to Couple League or your local Catholic Diocese. *end 30 second commercial*
Next weekend, Ginny & I have plans for a Princess’s Day Out. This means no boys. More on that later… time to wake the hubby!
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