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Why is a British DJ calling MY house at 4am?
The answering machine picked up without the phone even ringing. (It does that when the handset battery is completely dead). I looked at my husband, who never goes straight to the shower after work, but wants to see what I'm doing, and chat a bit first, and I said "Who is that calling here at 4 in the morning?" We speculated a few seconds about who it could be as the answering machine told the caller they had reached our number.
Brother-In-Law, maybe his car broke down? Step-Niece in jail? Mom Sick? We knew the kids were ok, they are in bed. As the message came to an end, and the long pause before it begins recording began, the room filled with an ominous, worry-filled aura. Mike and I looked at each other and waited.
"Hi Susan, This is Neil Long, from the UK, I was calling for our interview. If you're there pick up the phone"
Oh, Shit! I thought it was at 4PM! For a second, I just listened in disbelief. Had I gotten the time zone difference wrong AGAIN? I've done it several times. I can't seem to count when I'm converting time zone differences. Even if it's one hour.
I didn't have any choice but to let the answering machine run, and hop online to see if I could email him to tell him I was terribly sorry for the mixup, and my phone was dead, and it was my fault, and I suck, and should be beat around the head and neck.
A few minutes later, the phone rang again. "Neil here, may I speak to Susan?"
Turns out, I was right for once, and HE had counted wrong. So, maybe I don't really suck so bad. If I'm not the only one who does it, it's not so bad.
Turns out, he's a super-nice guy, and I can't wait to do the interview at 4AM tomorrow morning. (Just happens to be perfect timing, the kids are in bed, and I have the house to myself, so we rescheduled)
You've gotta hear it, if only to hear that suave British accent. Imagine that, Deep Sayowth, and a Brit. You might need to bring a translator.
And that's the story about Why is a British DJ calling MY house at 4am?
I'll let you know how it goes.
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Work At Home-A DANGEROUS job!
I don't have childcare for my kids, so they are here while
I'm working.
Today, I was focused on my task...Concentrating,
Looking for any errors I might have overlooked. Concerned about
my reputation, and the projects integrity. It had to be
Just right. I mean, I was into it.
I had been focusing like this for a good 10 minutes, and was
about to make a very important change to the document.
Then....WHAM!!!!
Out of nowhere, I nearly fell out of my chair. For a second
or two, I didn't know what had happened, but I knew something
had made contact with the side of my head. I forgot where I was
for a moment and thought maybe I'd been in a car accident. It really hurt!
I had been sideswiped by a plastic toolbox.
Oh! The pain!
We've been trying to teach our almost 3 year-old NOT to throw his toys in the house.
Now I wish we'd tried a little harder. I don't think I'll have a black bruise, but I've got a splitting headache and a goose-egg on the side of my cheekbone.
Later that day......
Fast forward to about an hour after bath-time. He likes to put his blankie up on the shelf in the kitchen and go "night night" up there. (he just lays there and looks around, pretends to snore when I walk by)
He decided he wanted to go "night night" on the window sill, even after I told him he wouldn't fit. I wasn't paying attention, and he set about proving to me just how much he listens.
As he toted his blankie to the window sill, and was just about there, he tripped on the blankie, and cracked his forehead on the windowsill. I rushed over to pick him up and soothe him, and once I realized he was ok, I sat him in the big chair, and handed him his blankie.
That's when I saw it.
A Goose Egg. Big, and red, and sure to swell up in the morning.
Fortunately, I was able to stop laughing before he could climb out from under the Blanket and see me.
I love my kids. Life would be very boring without them.
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