The truth as I know it:

We witness a miracle every time a child enters into life. But those who make their journey home across time & miles, growing within the hearts of those who wait to love them, are carried on the wings of destiny and placed among us by God's very own hands. ~~~ Kristi Larson

Monday, July 27, 2009

I'm Giving Up!

That's it... I'm throwing in the towel. Don't try to talk me out of it either because I won't listen. Let's recap....

In the past two weeks, my MacBook has been thrown (well, maybe that's dramatic, it was dropped) down a flight of stairs. Our TV has been cracked in two places, a Wii remote broken, my printer had Kool-Aid spilled on it. We've gone through THREE fish (that's right, the black one died over the weekend) and resigned ourselves to the fact that we rescued an ATTACK CAT. And when I finally got my Mac back last week, the geniuses (their term, not mine) had forgotten to put the air port back into it so I couldn't get internet service. You guessed it, the Macbook went BACK to Memphis and I STILL don't have it.

Then this past weekend, Brian and I went to Memphis for his 20 year class reunion. And someone STOLE my cell phone. Remember, the Blackberry that I love to hate? GONE! And to make matters worse, we know WHERE it is, we just can't get it back. One nice little feature on my Blackberry is GPS locator. Which we activated and tracked the phone to an exact address in Memphis. Brian and I went to the address (probably stupid, I know) and couldn't get anyone to the door. Nor would the police help us because they said they don't "do cell phones." Okay, I get it, it is Memphis, they have stabbings and stuff to work out, but still. Wouldn't you think that the cops would want someone to just hand them a thief, address and all? Apparently not. Anyway, I had insurance, luckily. But I won't have a cell phone until tomorrow, and even then all my contacts and my calendar are not recoverable.

But then today, my darling youngest son decided it was a good idea to paint the brick and a few boards on the fence with red spray paint. His buddy had a can of white and they made some AWESOME decorations! So that's it, I'm resigning my post as Mom and moving to somewhere tropical where I can order stiff drinks on the beach while listening to some reggae music. See you in another lifetime! :)

Ondrea

9 comments:

Carol said...

Ondrea I am there for you girl. I can't even imagine all that stuff happening and still be able to blog, you are superwoman. I hope this week is better!

Carolynn and Steve said...

Oh Ondrea,
it HAS been a week. :-) I'm really sorry that all this craziness has been happening, especially all at once. There doesn't seem to be much worse than losing your connections to the world, especially all of the information that is missing. Keeping you in my prayers.

sending a BIG HUG your way,
Carolynn

Lakeshore Cottage Living said...

Can I come too?

Intentional Living Homestead said...

I'm sorry to have to say this...but I laughed hilariously at your post...you are "so human"...so nice to see others that want to escape to a tropical place and "for me", drink pina colada's served to me on the beach with those fancy umbrella's.

Barb said...

I can't promise it gets any better as they get older . . . Sam spray painted a part for his moped ON THE DRIVEWAY, close to Stefan's work van - he didn't think it was a problem since there was some gravel and sand on the driveway, it would just wash away . . .?! Now we have a black outline-shape to remember the moment by:-)

Danyele Easterhaus said...

you poor thing...i'm not sure i could walk if that all happened so close together. i would def lose the hubs...he would pass out!

Bethany said...

Wow, what a weekend! I am sitting somewhere tropical now, so I'll have a drink for you!!!! Do you hate me now?? :) hehehehheheehe

Gwen Oatsvall said...

i am so going w/ you !!!! i thought you were coming over today !!!! I NEED TO TALK AND EAT SOUP !!!

Anonymous said...

oh dear. oh boy. Does your camera still work at least? I would love to see their artwork. Can you make them scrub it off as punishment? I too, am ready for school to start ;)