Catching up.

Do you itch a scratch or scratch an itch? But what if the itch/scratch is in your throat? Then (like me) you proceed to make a hideous hacking noise to rid the tickle. It’s (I admit) obnoxious but completely necessary. I have had this on the verge head/chest cold for nearly three days now and it still can’t make up its mind whether it should be full on or half a**. Can you say Annoying?

On a more interesting note: I have, after six or so months, finally downloaded music to my Ipod. I know how pathetic is that? But if you knew how ridiculously slow and archaic my computer once was you would be more understanding. Thanks to my sisters boyfriend- RP- I now have a speed demon for a computer and can actually open two (or more) browsers at once. AMAZING!  I can’t wait to have most of my music transferred onto that cute little Pink mini and cruise the town. Or just walk around the neighborhood- lets not get too gung-ho.

This past weekend was my husbands 26^th birthday. I really wanted to do something special for him being that I really like the kid. J So, I decided to plan a surprise Poker Party for him and a few of his buddies. I, usually being the over planner, did this all last minute although I had thought of it months ago. I called up 10 of his closest friends, went to the fabric store for some cool tableware, borrowed a poker table top from a co-worker of my moms, bought a new set of cards, ran to the local party factory for some accessories, frantically shopped for junk food and booze- made my way home, prepared my “famous” homemade chili, set out all the poker chips, the shuffler (which I found out later is not very manly) & cards, hung Christmas lights for some gaming ambiance, spread out the junk food along with this cute little sand bucket I found at the party store which included a plastic shovel which I creatively used as an ice pail for beverages, wrote my husband a sweet little note telling him Welcome to your Poker Party- and to have fun, left him some cash for buy in (thinking ahead since it was a surprise and he doesn’t normally carry cash), turned on some classic rock and left the house feeling accomplished and pretty darn proud of myself. I got a call about 45 minutes later- surprisingly on time since I told him “dinner” would be ready at 5:30- He told me that he was completely shocked and elated that I went out of my way to coordinate this little shin-dig. So, the Poker party was a success; all the guys had a good time and I got lots of kudos for my presentation and of course that famous chili of mine. J I have to say I was really exhausted after the day ended. Too much running around, remembering things last minute, driving from here to there everywhere, trying to cook, clean, setting-up and just all the little nuances that arise while trying to get things ready for a surprise party- I was pooped by the end of the day. It was well worth it though and my hubby was happy so basically I earned a little more marks in the ‘ol good wife book.. I do have to say I couldn’t have pulled it off as nicely if it wasn’t for my Mom who was my little helper throughout the day. Ran errands with me and even cleaned my house. I seriously have the best Mom ever!

Every night starting about 5:30PM my house becomes Grand Central Station. We honestly- no exaggeration- receive up to 20 calls a night from telemarketers. We have come to a point that we don’t even get up anymore to answer the phone; it has become so much of a background noise that we don’t even realize it is ringing anymore. It’s constant….. Ring after Ring after Ring after Ring after freaking Ring. It’s no wonder that we haven’t literally gone insane from all the ringing we have heard over the years. It’s also sad because friends and family assume that we are screening our calls- although we don’t even have caller ID. One of us eventually will reach the point of frustration (after listening to that dull beep blaring over the answer machine once the telemarketer has realized that the voice on the other end isn’t live) and finally answer. Jeremiah will sometimes do his best impersonation of Napoleon Dynamite answering questions with his classic exasperation and annoyance- What, Gharsh. Or I will answer just to hang up on them- somehow finding it strangely satisfying. It’s absolutely asinine and ridiculous that we have put up with it this long- we are not the kind of people these phone whores should be going after because neither of us would give them the time of day. So tonight I made the first step in getting these calls to subside- I put us on the National DO NOT CALL LIST- yep took me literally 10 seconds and now all I have to do is be patient for up to 31 days and the Grand Central Station will be closed for business. Peaceful nights here we come!

Go night ya’ll and Happy March!

Comments

[Jennifer]

The poker party sounds awesome. I'll have to keep that in mind for my husbands next birthday in the fall. What a great idea! And as for telemarketers, ugh! I've recently learned that when you enter in those drawings you see at the mall for a car or shopping spree.. when you enter one of those, you're doomed! They sell your phone number. Nobody ever reads the fine print on the entry forms or contest rules, well I did. I will never fill out another one again. I know I'll never win the car/trip/shopping spree anyway.