Wednesday, around lunchtime I was in my office working on the school-wide slide show that airs throughout the lunch period and continuously in the front lobby of the building when my cell phone rang. I had been expecting a call from the Hubster with news about the house. If the county had okay'ed the permits, we would be able to start digging the footing the very next day. I knew when my tired old cell phone began to chirp, that this was the call with the all clear.
As I held the phone up to my ear a flood of words came pouring through the receiver. It was the Hubster-- I recognized his voice and could tell by the tone and the hurried way he was talking that he didn't have good news for me. And he didn't.
We are now about a week or possibly two weeks behind and about $1,200 dollars poorer as our plans have to be engineered to meet our county's codes. Can you believe that? And just when I thought things couldn't get much worse things got even more complicated. Mind you, we've already paid about $1,100 dollars for the set of plans we currently own.
Cut to afterwork.
That very afternoon I was coming home from work, still mad about the news about the house. As soon as work is over I generally make two phone calls, maybe three-- it all depends on how my day was and considering that my day was pretty craptastic...
Most of the time I call the Hubster and then I call my mom to see how things are going for her. Sometimes I call my sister to see what she is doing. And depending on the crap factor I might call my friend Olivia-- but Olivia is on a fabulous 9 day crusie with her husband's family.
Yesterday my sister had called while I was at work and I decided to return her call. At this time I was also trying to carry the mail in the house along with my coat, my purse and lunch bag, and a cup from earlier in the day all while talking on my cell phone.
I had the phone wedged between my ear and my shoulder and as I walked I began to feel the phone slip. I screamed out, "hold on" to my sister repeatedly as I walked to the door. At this point the phone had fell down around my stomach but I was holding it pretty steady by pushing the phone up against myself with the back of my wrist as I continued to carry all the aforementioned items. "Hold on" I kept saying and then as I opened our door I felt the phone fall away from my grip and I watched it land, face first on the brick steps.
The phone had met its end.
It had been a good phone. It never went swiming in the toliet like the last one I had or tried to wash itself in the washer machine like the one before the toliet phone did. And when I had dropped this phone in the past, it had always snapped back... but yesterday was just one of those days.
I'm now the proud owner of a Blackberry Bold. I know very little about its finer points but I intend to learn them. Today was my first appointment at the Reproductive Endrocrinologists office and while I waited for the Doctor to call me back I read TMZ.com and checked emails.
I've decided that this week can't get any worse. So Friday is tomorrow and I'm hopeful that it will be a good, good day.
I'll keep you posted on the home front. And for any of you that are thinking of building-- before you buy plans, make sure that the company you get them from has had them engineered properly!
Oh-- by the way--- which brick do you like best?
This brick is called Milbrook
And this called Mesa Verde
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