WineontheKeyboard

Since no one visits my blog on Thursdays anyway … I thought I’d take this time for a tiny rant. Just a little one. (and, yes, Thursdays are still my lowest traffic day to this blog. Not. A. Clue.)

It comes to no surprise to those who read this blog very often that I’m in love with all things techie. Honest. (well, all things techie, and SuperGuy.) But I digress. So, I’m wanting the new iPhone. Yes, I KNOW, I have the “old” iPhone. Which I’m going to generously give to SuperGuy as soon as I can get my hands on a new iPhone. But I have my principles. I’m NOT going to stand in line.

Now, I realize that this isn’t a big deal in the scheme of bad things going on in the world. It’s not up there with war, starving, disease or the fact my backyard is still dug up and no patio put in. (digressing again, sorry…) But it’s bugging me. So know what bugs me more? I go to the Apple Store last night at 8:45 pm with The Geeky One who had to take in his Macbook Pro ’cause the camera in it is broken and he can’t video iChat with me. with work.

So I ask if they have any iPhones left to sell. “Nope. We’re out.” (liars) BUT, you can check our stock online after 9pm. Okay. So I get home at 9:15pm…you know, like 30 minutes later…and lo and behold…they have iPhones in stock. So, what? They got a delivery at 9pm that night?? No, that means they HAVE the stock, but they aren’t selling them until the next day. No, let’s not treat our customers like they should be treated. That just ticks me off as I sit here typing this on my iMac, with my macbook sitting beside me. Hey, I’m an unabashed Apple fangirl. But the way they are handling this whole new iPhone thing is ticking me off. Besides, SuperGuy’s cell phone is hardly holding a charge anymore, but I don’t want to replace it with another Sprint phone, I want to get him on AT&T with The Photography One, The Geeky One and me. With my old iPhone. As soon as I can get a new iPhone.

Okay, rant off. I guess. But really, Apple, I expect way more of you than this. Your momma would NOT be proud of you!

As an aside…Why, yes. That is my first generation iPhone sitting on the carpet. That obviously has NOT been vacuumed. So from the things I asked the males to do before my mother-in-law came to town?

From The Geeky One’s List:

Bags of clothes put away: check, I did it.
Beer glasses and mugs put away: check. He did it. You don’t think a male wants to take the chance his mom might throw out beer mugs do you?

From SuperGuy’s List:
Mother-in-law’s present wrapped: check I did it.
Pile of Stuff put away out of kitchen: check (I think he hid it in his truck )
Pile of stuff off the stairs: check–some of it. I finished up the rest.
Clean stuff off the bed in the guest room: check, yeah, sure…he piled it all down in my office…
Vacuum the floor: Yes, who was I kidding. Check. I did it.

Okay, well, that is all my ranting for the day. Guess I’ll go off and find an ice cold summer beverage of choice with my name on it and indulge in a bit of attitude adjustment.

Life, such that it is by Kacey
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My grandmother had a rocking chair. I have memories of sitting in it as a little girl. It probably is the cause of my rocking chair addiction now. I can hardly walk by a rocking chair without plopping down for a spell.

After the rocking chair spent years and years at my grandmother’s home, it spent its next life at my mother’s house when my boys were little. Such pictures in my head of my mom rocking my boys when they were babies.

But now I have the chair.

The rocking chair isn’t set in any special place of honor in my house. It’s stuck in the corner of my office amid yoga mats, old manuscripts and colored pencils. Which is right where it belongs. Beckoning my boys to drop into it and sit and chat with me as they buzz in and out of town, in and out of my life. Filling me in on details. Telling me secrets. Sharing simple moments of their lives. SuperGuy comes in with his coffee in the morning and slides into the rocking chair and we chat as he slowly rocks back and forth, easing into the day.

The afghan my grandmother crocheted for me when I was a young girl rests on the back of the chair.

Doesn’t it just call out to be wrapped around your shoulders on a crisp fall morning?

Think of all the love and time that went into each of those stitches. I can still pictured her weathered hands, hovering over her needlework, her knitting, her crocheting. When I sat down to write this post, I thought this post was about the rocking chair, but maybe it’s about the afghan, or maybe it’s about the memories, old and new. Maybe it’s about my boys remembering this rocking chair sitting in my office, a safe place to sit down and talk to their mom.

So if you could now have just one item from your childhoood, what would it be? Do you have it?

Life, such that it is by Kacey
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Remember when I had all these Indigo Buntings in my backyard?

Well, now look. One lone Indigo Bunting.

See, SuperGuy read that if you put peppers in the birdfood, it will keep the squirrels away, but the birds like them. Okay, I wasn’t thrilled…in fact I said let’s NOT, we’ve got a good thing going here…but when SuperGuy has his mind made up there’s no stopping him. So into the bird food the peppers went.

Well, the Indigo Buntings went too. They left. All of them except this one lone indigo bunting that got left behind. Sigh. Now, you can try some nonsense like SuperGuy said to try and appease me. “They were just passing through, and migrated away.” Yeah, right. Except for this one poor little lonely guy. Maybe he’ll make friends with the one lone baby turkey?

So I’m just counting to ten so I don’t say I TOLD YOU SO to SuperGuy. One… two… three…

Life, such that it is by Kacey
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