Apr
10
Some of you mentioned that the space above the bookshelf looks bare. I agree. But I’m not going to bother hanging anything there, because in a matter of weeks, someone else will be living in this house.
That’s the plan, anyway. The plan that I’ve been dying to tell you about, but couldn’t until now. The plan that came together in a rush of exciting new opportunities and downright terrifying decisions.
Two years ago we started working in earnest toward our goal of moving to Oregon. Two months ago I believed it wasn’t meant to be—that we’d done our best, but it was time to move on and stop dreaming.
Today? Well, shit, friends. Everything has changed.
JB has an amazing new job in Eugene that starts in May. Our house went on the market earlier this month and we got a solid offer two days later. We have a rental house in Eugene that looks like the perfect temporary location while we plan our next real estate step.
Soon everything is going to be so different, and oh, you guys. I’m so excited and nervous and I can hardly believe this is finally happening.
Apr
6
So I have suddenly become weirdly obsessed with ringtones. Because, you know, it’s 2003? Honestly, I’ve always hated customized cellphone noises because I associate them with people who leave the ringer volume at eleventy-billion and take forever to fish their phone from their oversized purse while the entire coffeeshop/library/silently observant movie theater audience is treated to a tinny electronic version of “Mambo No. 5,” but I had to field a shit-ton of phone calls last week and I decided that I needed something that would grab my attention more than the warbly little Apple default doodle-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo I’ve had for years.
I started with Metallica’s “For Whom the Bell Tolls,” but while that is an exceedingly bitchin song, the ringtone version is a little … stressful. FUCK YEAH ANSWER THE PHOOOOOOOOONE *air guitar* Then I switched to AC/DC’s “Hell’s Bells” and that was cool for a while but you can really only listen to that dire opening bell tower gong so many times before your inherent phone phobia, assuming you have such a thing, triggers an undesirable Pavlovian response that I can really only describe as “My phone makes me have to do a poopie.”
I then switched to the Muppets’ “Mahna Mahna” because, well, cheery, right? Every time my phone rang the kids would burst out laughing! Ha ha ha ha MAHNA MAHNA! (Doot dooooo do do do!) But yeah that song’ll straight up make you want to kill yourself after a while.
Now my ringtone is the Game of Thrones theme, and it’s like the most epic phone noise of all time. Answer it … or impale someone’s head on it? IN THE GAME OF PHONES YOU EITHER WIN OR YOU DIE.
Anyway, I still hate talking on the phone, but now I sort of like it when the phone rings. Because my brain goes, ooh! Is it Sunday? Huh? Huh? Biscuit?
Tell me, what does your phone sound like?
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