Just a Short Bitch Session, Yes, I am Entitled Once a Week
No matter how many times I place my home and cell phone on the DO NOT CALL LIST, I realize day to day that it doesn’t work.
Every day for the last few months I get at least two soliceter phone calls on my home phone and one on my cell. I just have come to the point, I check to see who called and if it is a non-recognizable number I don’t answer.
There are days…
No matter how many times I place my home and cell phone on the DO NOT CALL LIST, I realize day-to-day that it doesn’t work.
Every day for the last few months I get at least two solicitor phone calls on my home phone and one on my cell. I just have come to the point, I check to see who called and if it is a non-recognizable number I don’t answer.
There are days though that I just want to scare the pants off these weirdos and muster up my very masculine voice and speak to them. I want to squish them like a bug.
Now I am not against anyone but one day and let me be honest, today was that day, that I received my second call. It is 2pm and I had just had it. I was too weak to let the phone ring. I didn’t want to pick up the phone and slam it down. Instead I answered it in a foreign voice. I tried my best to make the caller believe I couldn’t understand English.
So the call went like this.
Hellooo
Hello, this is blah, blah, blah about your computer
Hellooo
Hellooo
I will only take a few of your moments
Hellooo
Then that ass had the nerve to mock me.
Hellooo
Hellooo, him
Hellooo
Hellooo, him
I wanted to reach through the phone and squeeze his voice box, for laughing and mocking me. If he only knew that I could understand every word he was saying; but instead I placed the phone on the cradle and walked away. Dirty sucker. I will get you the next time!
I was chatting with my friend this morning while waiting for Al to wake up. The conversation came upon the topic of party lines. Some of you may ask, what is a party line? Others may very well remember the term too well.
For me I can remember when I wanted to use the phone I may have to wait my turn. I honestly believe this is where I learned to hate busy signals and the word, impatient. The way…
I was chatting with my friend this morning while waiting for Al to wake up. The conversation came upon the topic of party lines. Some of you may ask, what is a party line? Others may very well remember the term too well.
For me I can remember when I wanted to use the phone I may have to wait my turn. I honestly believe this is where I learned to hate busy signals and the word, impatient. The way it worked was; when you signed up for telephone service you had a choice of paying a higher rate and receiving a private line, or you could do what so many did, share a party line of four, in order to keep the rates down.
You go to make a phone call. Maybe you just wanted to call and chat with your friend. Maybe it was important, you needed to call your doctor. You pick up the phone receiver and instead of pushing redial or entering the numbers, you listened without speaking.
Yes, you had to listen first. Too many times one of the four parties on your line was a gabber. By this I mean they were not speaking for any other reason than to just chat. You were to quietly place the receiver down on its cradle and go back a few minutes later to see if the line was free.
If the line was still busy you repeated your prior steps. If the jabber-box didn’t hang up and your phone call was of utter importance, you could dial zero and get a live phone operator. You could explain your situation and he/she would listen politely and in that kind voice, would get on your line and let the other party talking know that the line needed to be freed immediately for a very important call.
I sure miss the days where there were live operators to talk to . You know, it sort of made a difference in your day. You could find out what area they were from, ask them about how their weather was that day.
Today I have spent up to twenty minutes or more being transferred from one automated area to the next. Many times I will end up back where I was in the beginning and have to star over or worse yet, hang up the phone and dial back the same number.
Back in those days I did use the operator once in a while as I needed to get through to my own call. But then there were other times that I just turned in to a crabby old woman. I would listen just long enough to hear the other party say, ” Is there someone listening in on my conversation?” I would then quietly place the phone down on its cradle and wait.
Other times I would answer with a yes. I am trying to get through but I could expect to hear well missy, you have to wait your turn. I am on the phone now. Oh this used to burn me up. No wonder I got gray hairs earlier than the normal time.
I also remember being the proud owner of the new six-foot plus phone cords. Easy to use. Each end plugged into the two pieces of phone. This enabled you to take your land line phone with you to several rooms. But I laugh as I remember that as the new cords wore down, they twisted.
Sometimes I spent several minutes untwisting the mass of curls in order to use the phone. The phones were heavy. They had big plastic phone rings that you inserted your finger in on the appropriate number and then held it in place until the number touched the silver piece letting you know you had done it correctly.
Now today I am not sure if there are party lines still. I know I don’t have to click on that big dial. I don’t have to listen to see if anyone else is talking first. I never slam the phone down in the cradle.
No, today I have to worry more about cell calls being dropped. Worry about if going over alloted minutes has been happening. Losing or breaking phones, carrying insurance, having my own personality being as my phone cover. What color and size of cell phone do I want to carry. What am I willing to pay for in order to have the most conveniences.
The world of technology has certainly changed. We never miss a call anymore. We don’t have answering machines. We have voice mail. We even get to pick our own ring tones. Do any of you miss the good old days of live operators and party lines?
#FWF Free Write Friday; Time and Place Scenario
Here is your FWF prompt…
Let’s leap into the future with a time & place…
Here is your FWF prompt…
Let’s leap into the future with a time & place scenario.
The year: 2063
The place: An underground bunker
What’s going on?
This is a hard one for me. I deal with so much in 2013 I don’t think about 2063. It is scary to say out loud that I won’t be alive. I will have lived a good life and in that year I will be sitting by God looking down at who knows what.
I would be 109 years old if I would live that long. Of course God would need me very badly here on earth for me to still be here. Can you imagine what I would look like at 109 years old?
Would there be home-made foods like we or some of us still fix today or would there be food pills that all we need to do is drink water.
Would there be peace in the world or would there big bigger wars than we can even imagine?
What kind of cars would we be driving? Would they look similar to what we know now? Or would they not even be recognized?
Will all of us still be living here on our planet? Or will families be walking on the moon?
I guess it doesn’t matter, since I won’t be here to live it.
Although I do wish my grandchildren the best of luck. They are young enough now that they most likely will adapt very well.
They will look back at people like me and wonder why we got so excited over a microwave.
Or how about when they make fun of me because I own the latest version of a cell phone?
Well what ever the case, at least I am still not using two paper cups and a piece of kite string for a phone.
I can taste and season my own foods. I know my way around and don’t have to worry about falling into any moon puddles or craters. I know how to use my simple cell phone and I can program my own ring tones and pick my own wallpaper. My car is still made in the United States of America, and I can still choose which gas station and what kind of gas I choose to use.
As far as wars go, I have lived all these years with war going on and off. I am sure God has the perfect answer in how to end this useless fighting. So for this I will just sit by God and watch him work his miracles.
And last but not least, I sort of like the skin I wear right now. I don’t think I want to see me looking like my next door neighbor’s dog. So I will take what I have and be content, for I am pretty sure that some things will be exciting in the future, but I am certain that I would be lost and realize that there is no place like home. 
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I am doing laundry and considering washing a couple of windows, inside and out. While I am debating on what to do next, I have been watching the commercials on the television. I realize that you can buy anything your heart desires for the right price. Do you need a new figure? You can buy a Weight Watchers diet plan. You can buy the special foods with the points numbered on them, and you can even pay to go weigh in public with others. Do you not like your face, your eyes, nose or chin? You can pay for an alteration, even splurging for a look where people would not recognize you immediately. Do you have those ugly spider veins? You can pay someone to take the streaks away, leaving you with beautiful legs. Are you and your partner not compatible in the bedroom? You can buy another human body for an hour to give you what you think you lack at home. Do the shoe commercials tell you that your feet would look more beautiful if you wore their brand of shoes? How many pairs of shoes are already in your closet, also guaranteed to make you more beautiful than you already are in God’s eyes. Did God not give you the perfect breast size? You can purchase new ones if you want. How about the body that God hath made? It is remarkable that you can now pay top dollars and have your gender changed. Can a commercial convince you that your car that is running fine, and only five years old, that you must have a faster, safer, more exotic car to be able to fit in to this world? That you will get more dates, more looks, and more envious eyes turning your way? Don’t like carrying around your favorite paper back book? You can buy a Kindle and take this with you everywhere. You can purchase a certificate for anything you want to be today. I can remember when training was offered for free at a job, along with a weekly pay check. Remember, going into your grandma’s garden and picking that warm, plump tomato off of the vine? Enjoying the flavor of it as you bite into it and the juices run down your arm? The watermelon? Dad would go to the garden patch and pick out one of many, cut if from the vine, and you had it for supper that night? Now you can pay a high price for organic, the same food you ate from the garden in earlier days. Now you can pay high prices, thanking the production companies, by filling their pockets, for not putting that cancer chemical in your foods. My father mowed our yard with a hand push mower, that had blades and a frame and handle. Now you can purchase gas, electric, self-propelled mowers, that almost do the guiding and work for you. Just know your budget and they can fulfill your dream. You can pay money to go to a club and walk an indoor track, or use an indoor, heated pool. When I was young, I walked as a way to get from point A to point B. I swam in the lakes, in the summer, where the natural sun heated the water, and I could go as many times as I wished all summer long for free. You can now purchase under garments that add lift to your bottom, or extra lift to your breast. Have a tummy that pokes out? You can buy an all in one, to keep it all hidden and under control. I could always listen to the radio at home on my very own portable radio, or I could choose to go out into the living room and watch the family television, all three channels. Now you can purchase many stations, premiums for kids, teens, and adults, any sports channel you can imagine, and you can watch these on any numerous televisions through out your house. You can purchase tiny electronics, that you can place ear buds in your ears, purchase and download the music, and have your very own juke box with you at all times. Need to take your computer with you? You can buy a laptop, and all the accessories, now making the internet available to you 24 hours a day. When mom or dad called your name and you were so excited because someone was calling for you, now you can carry a cell phone, and pay top dollar in order to never miss a call. You can even purchase electronics that allow you to see the other person you are talking to. My parents each had two jobs in their lives. The one they started in their teen years, and the one they ended up retiring from. Now you can choose any job, switch at any time because there are no longer the securities built-in to the paycheck that give you the incentive to remain with one company. You can even buy your own retirement, and this is probably a good purchase, because if you don’t, you may retire in the poor house. Remember the wonderful health insurance you had when you worked full-time? Now you can purchase your own coverage, picking and choosing what you think you may need. This used to be free, remember? Our world is in debt to a dollar amount that we can barely speak. Jobs are hard to find, if you are looking for security. God has promised to give us all that we need in our lives, if we promise to love and follow him. How much do we pay yearly, to hear that we need more to be more. Is there a difference between wants and needs? Should we pay a higher price to keep the cancer chemicals out of our bodies, because the supply and demand is so huge with the fact that we want it all now? I am not saying that advancements in life are bad. We do need some in order to keep up with the future, but do you think the media, the television, magazine ads, books are promoting our minds to spend more on wants than needs. The clever pictures, words, and sexual innuendos that are used to sell us, are done so craftily, that we do not even realize what is happening. I find myself in these positions at times also. I am guilty for sure. When I see this happening, when I hear I want, I want, coming out of my mouth, I have to stop, and take a breath, and think, do I need this or do I want this. Just my opinions friends. No pointing any fingers from me. We each live our own lives the way we see fit. Remember the phrase, stop and smell the roses? This is what I need to work on daily, because I can find my mind swirling and making me dizzy.
Who I am 