i had no idea.
do you know how hard it is to pick out a toilet?
i didn't know. i had no idea how stressed out i would get about it. i wasn't aware there were so many things to consider. it seemed such a simple thing. just go to the store, put one in your cart and pay for it. i thought it would be so easy.
instead, i spent about an hour with my dad looking at them all. confused by terms like flapperless and what a different tank size mattered. two advertised being able to flush 150 feet of toilet paper without clogging. who uses that much toilet paper??? i couldn't remember whether i had a short toilet or a tall one. a few claimed they had some type of anti-bacterial coating, which honestly wouldn't matter because it wouldn't make me clean it less, and others used less water and had jets. seriously. what's this world coming to? it's a toilet, for pete's sake.
all i cared about was that it had a flat tank cover so the candles wouldn't tip.
at any rate, i didn't get one. my dad said, that's fine. you don't have to get one tonight. go home and think about it.
like it's some kind of major life decision you don't want to mess up. crazy.
chipped porcelain.
oh my word. be prepared to share in the excitement. you won't be able to contain yourselves. your stomach will be all aflutter. you won't be able to sit still. you will drool with envy.
hold off the green-eyed beast, friends. tonight is it, it's the night to end all nights.
tonight, i'm going to pick out a toilet.
yes, i know. my life is good.
things that should have been #14.
did you know that turning the cigarette lighter in my new car does not adjust the volume on the radio? i'm sure you did. i know that. and yet, sometimes, when i'm driving down the road, and i like a song, or am finished listening to a good song, i reach down and turn it.
i'm pretty sure it wasn't a high priority focus group issue.
but it should have been.
greasy hair & dial tones.
in the groggy early morning hours of today, i stood in front of my mirror. my body was tired, my mind ran over the conversations and happenings of tuesday. (i still can't believe my phone was off the hook for an entire week. dumb.) i thought about what i might wear today, wishing i had done laundry last night until i realized i still had one pair of clean jeans. it's so much easier when i can wear skirts... i have so many and they don't have to get washed as frequently, but there's something about wearing a skirt to the chiropractor that doesn't bode well. i brushed my teeth, i cleaned my ears. i looked at the list of things to do on my mirror and thought about how terrible it was that the list hadn't changed in over a week. and then i picked up my hairbrush.
huh. my hair looks kind of greasy. was i supposed to shower last night? shoot, when was the last time i showered? oh, man, i was supposed to shower last night. do i have time? can i make it without? maybe if i pull my hair back and put it in a tight bun. no, that still looks bad. oh, man. the chiro should not have to put his hands on this head. maybe i can just wash my hair in the sink. yeah, i could, but that's more of a hassle than it's worth when your hair gets stuck in the drain. i'm going to have to shower.
and that is how i happened to be late for work this morning.
oh, life.
i think my phone is off the hook. i haven't received any calls since the 1st and my grandma keeps getting a busy signal. i felt a little unloved this morning when i checked the caller id to see if anyone had called and no one had.so i'm hoping my other phone is off the hook and that's as complicated as the problem gets. it's easy to miss the other phone... it's snuggled between the wall and chair in the livingroom and covered by the curtain. even still, kind of sad that it took me a whole week to figure out that it's not working.i need to be home more.
oh, sweet sam.
my nephew loves the phone. if it rings, he runs to it. and if it's not ringing, he wants to be playing with it. and he loves to talk on it. the only problem is that he doesn't have a lot of words yet. and most of them sound like yah. which sounds the closest to yeah, which, of course, translates to yes. in my questioning, i try to accommodate, but sometimes i forget. it's hard to keep coming up with yes questions for a lad his size.
so when he called me this morning at work (or rather, my mom called and handed him the phone), our conversation went something like this:
hey, sam!
hi.how are you?yah.are you playing with grandma?yah.what are you playing with?yah.oh. are you playing with trucks?yah.are you feeling better? (he's been out for the count with pneumonia... all together now... ahhh.)yah.well, that's good.yah.and on and on, until grandma tells him to say good-bye. which he refuses by not saying anything at all. i say, bye-bye, sam. he says nothing. perhaps if i make no noise, they'll forget i'm still on the phone. a minute later, i am able to coax a bye out of him and he's off and running.i like it when he calls.
things you should know.
1. i had a few drafts hanging out, so i closed them up and posted them. all from last month, so you don't have to look far. just didn't want you to miss them.2. my brother, bob, and his wife nicky, lost their baby again on the first. this one's a little tougher (not that any miscarriage is ever easy), because she was farther along and he'd been named. isaiah robert. (his initials are irs, so nicky used to joke that he was daddy's little nightmare... :) ). they could use some prayers, if you think of it. they have the tendancy to internalize and become "fine" rather quickly. 3. my youngest brother, ben, is getting married next month to tabitha. not sure how much i've mentioned her, if at all, but in the beginning, i was not so keen on the relationship. and at some point i quit having the desire and energy to not support it. so now, i'm fine with it. i like it. my brother has grown up so much in this last year. i liked him oodles before, but who he's become and becoming is awesome.4. i almost quit my job this past fall. we had a bit of a rough patch and i was fairly stressed. this, my friends, is the reason i have not been such a frequent poster. as things have healed, and the crazy, never-ending fall has ended, we should find ourselves back on track.5. i don't really like my new car. i miss sophie. there's no character to the new car. 6. i think, and i feel pretty sure about it, that i will get to snowshoe this winter. cross your fingers. i miss those snowshoes.7. i'm tired, and i'm sick, but i like today.
warn your children.
so i'm sick. i'm knocked out with some blasted cold. i spent my weekend with it (it was fairly well-tempered, but not nearly as much fun as snowshoeing would have been yesterday in all our fluffy new snow!) and am quite ready to be done. but i wanted to let you know that my tongue is bleeding. don't be alarmed. it's not gushing. if it were, i would likely not be at work blogging. i'd be at the hospital blogging. why, julie? why is your tongue bleeding?well. i fell asleep with a cough drop in my mouth. and moments later, i was rudely awakened by what felt like a needle stuck in my tongue. but it wasn't a needle. it was the final shard of a ricola.yes, only me. i've been stabbed by a cough drop.
