It's no secret (if you read this last year, or know me well) that I get tense, moody, stressed, and almost hateful during the Holiday season. I just realized last week that that's probably the main cause of my irritability as of late. It's too bad, really. It should be, and is, a good time of year, but the weeks leading up to it aren't.
It's also no secret to most that we screen our calls.
Perhaps the following transcripts will help you understand why. They are 4 out of the 7 messages I came home to tonight. This morning, KC finally emailed his parents a list of stuff we would like for Christmas. Keep in mind that I just got in from work, and instead of hugging my man, I find he's not here. They've been mixing the new CD all day, and we spent last week (when they asked for wish lists) recording and practicing so our band could play a fucking show with FUCKING ZEKE!
blue text-the message
red text-the things I said (yelled) at the machine while listening
"Hey Case, are you there? No. Pick up the phone kid, if you're there. He's not. Uhhh... Come on Casey, I know it's your day off. That doesn't mean he's here. Come on Casey, Casey, Casey. Call your mother. Bye."
(the tone of voice in the second message is much more stressed out and anxious, like the world will end if he doesn't reply in 5 minutes or less)
"CASEY, just 2 minutes on the phone, please, I gotta ask a couple questions cuz I already bought some stuff. He's not here. Um... how about a _______? Um, very expensive, but I think you could use it. Yeah we could, but he doesn't know that. You already told me you were getting that, and wanted to know what we wanted for small presents. Anyways, please, please call me. I gotta ask a couple questions here. Um, um, what was the other thing I needed to know? (now the tone is annoyed, and instead of speaking, I was punching the machine. Well, ok, a mild punching motion.) sigh Uh sigh I'm looking at this list (this is where she asks if he wants the discman she gave his grandmother last year, because new ghetto/stereo is on the list) No, he wants a STEREO. I need you to call me. I gotta ask you some questions cuz I got so much I gotta do I gotta order this stuff, order whatever I'm ordering, cuz I already bought you guys your presents, pretty much, since you didn't get back to me. Since we didn't get back to you by November 15th?? Yeah, cuz Christmas is that close. But I need you to just please call me, pleeeease (pleading). OK. Bye."
"Are you there, Case, are you there? OK. Bye." sigh
(the tone of voice for the fourth message is angry, stern, and bossy)
"CASEY, PICK UP THE PHONE. This is starting to be tiresome. Yeah, it really is. CALL ME. Bye."
Sometimes I think I can't take it anymore. She's pushing me away from her son, because if I marry him, I marry his family, and they're already too prominent in my life.
So, don't take it personally if we don't answer. Talk to the machine if you call, we might be here. If we are here, we'll pick up the phone when we hear you. If we don't pick up the phone, we'll call back (if it seems necessary), and/or you can try back later.
This day last year, I wrote about my feelings for the colour pink.
It's also no secret to most that we screen our calls.
Perhaps the following transcripts will help you understand why. They are 4 out of the 7 messages I came home to tonight. This morning, KC finally emailed his parents a list of stuff we would like for Christmas. Keep in mind that I just got in from work, and instead of hugging my man, I find he's not here. They've been mixing the new CD all day, and we spent last week (when they asked for wish lists) recording and practicing so our band could play a fucking show with FUCKING ZEKE!
blue text-the message
red text-the things I said (yelled) at the machine while listening
"Hey Case, are you there? No. Pick up the phone kid, if you're there. He's not. Uhhh... Come on Casey, I know it's your day off. That doesn't mean he's here. Come on Casey, Casey, Casey. Call your mother. Bye."
(the tone of voice in the second message is much more stressed out and anxious, like the world will end if he doesn't reply in 5 minutes or less)
"CASEY, just 2 minutes on the phone, please, I gotta ask a couple questions cuz I already bought some stuff. He's not here. Um... how about a _______? Um, very expensive, but I think you could use it. Yeah we could, but he doesn't know that. You already told me you were getting that, and wanted to know what we wanted for small presents. Anyways, please, please call me. I gotta ask a couple questions here. Um, um, what was the other thing I needed to know? (now the tone is annoyed, and instead of speaking, I was punching the machine. Well, ok, a mild punching motion.) sigh Uh sigh I'm looking at this list (this is where she asks if he wants the discman she gave his grandmother last year, because new ghetto/stereo is on the list) No, he wants a STEREO. I need you to call me. I gotta ask you some questions cuz I got so much I gotta do I gotta order this stuff, order whatever I'm ordering, cuz I already bought you guys your presents, pretty much, since you didn't get back to me. Since we didn't get back to you by November 15th?? Yeah, cuz Christmas is that close. But I need you to just please call me, pleeeease (pleading). OK. Bye."
"Are you there, Case, are you there? OK. Bye." sigh
(the tone of voice for the fourth message is angry, stern, and bossy)
"CASEY, PICK UP THE PHONE. This is starting to be tiresome. Yeah, it really is. CALL ME. Bye."
Sometimes I think I can't take it anymore. She's pushing me away from her son, because if I marry him, I marry his family, and they're already too prominent in my life.
So, don't take it personally if we don't answer. Talk to the machine if you call, we might be here. If we are here, we'll pick up the phone when we hear you. If we don't pick up the phone, we'll call back (if it seems necessary), and/or you can try back later.
This day last year, I wrote about my feelings for the colour pink.
posted by crystal at
10:05 pm
4 Comments:
I don't know how you handle it. It makes me think you have super powers, or something. Then again, I'm just a girl with a dirty mouth. Stay strong.
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Beth, at 23/11/04 11:06 pm
Hey - that's some hilarious Bloggin' For It. I can hear the voice. In this situation, I would start to seriously consider removing the phone service entirely. You can communicate important things via email, right?
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ling-ling san, at 24/11/04 12:12 pm
Katie: Super powers...good one. I don't handle it as well in person, but I'm getting better with practice. There is a big part of me that loves a big part of her. She cares too much and that's part of what makes her so annoying. The other annoying traits are being a know-it-all, not listening or respecting people's opinions, and being bossy. She talks to her best friend as if she were a child. But I understand how she is, I remind myself what I do like about her, and I do it for KC. He loves her. He knows she's nuts, but we both know she can't help it.
I don't know why she said that dirty mouth thing. She brings up things from years ago and acts like they're still relevant, but then she preaches about how a person can change. You should've seen the days when I would storm out of the house, and wander around Liverpool crying.
ling: Glad you enjoyed it. It's (of course) a million times funnier if you CAN hear the voice. I like your idea of ditching the telephone altogether, but I'd lose the ability to communicate with MY parents.
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crystal, at 25/11/04 11:26 am
I wonder what the crust singer's up to often.
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crystal, at 26/11/04 12:43 pm
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