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blackout!

June 19, 2009

Last night I was awoken by the deafening sound of silence. It took me a moment to figure out what was going on. Was I dead? Was I in some super calm sleep and still needed to wake up? Or did I mysteriously go deaf in the middle of the night? When I was coherent enough to be sane, I realized that the power went out. We were having a normal albeit crazy Midwestern thunderstorm with so much lightening it could put a dance club to shame.

Therefore, I wasn’t too shocked. But because last night was the first time I turned the air on in my new place, I worried that I blew a fuse. I do love my apartment something fierce, but the old girl, well she isn’t the newest building on the block. When I moved the little switch to “cool on” it made a noise similar to that of a propeller airplane. The noise didn’t bother me because at the time I was so hot and sticky, I could listen to nails on a chalkboard just as long as I was cool.

But there in the dark and the silence, my addled-middle-of-the-night-mind went on overdrive. Did I really blow a fuse? If so, how was I going to fix that? Or perhaps this was some bad guy who knocked my breaker and was about to attack? Did the power company choose ME to shut the power off as a psychological experiment?

Realizing it could be any and ALL of the above, I somehow summoned the courage to go downstairs and find my cell. All the way down the dark steps I muttering to myself “thisissoscarythisissoscarythisissoscary…”

You really don’t realize how much you rely on power until you have none. Profound huh? But really, with no nightlights, no light on the microwave clock or DVD player. Just dark. And then there’s the silence. That’s the worst part of a black out for me. No nice hum of the fridge, the computer or a fans. If I ever get caught by the enemy in the middle of war (which could TOTALLY HAPPEN) in order to torture me, just give me a room with NO SOUND AT ALL.

Anyway, since I was Super Woman and wouldn’t let my boy upstairs die in a blackout (again, could TOTALLY happen) I found my cell and called the electric company. No, not the one that used to be after Sesame Street, but wouldn’t THAT be cool?

After telling them I had no power and giving this lady who was very pleasant for 2:30am, my address I immediately asked, “Am I the ONLY one in this area to lose power!?” She literally laughed at me and said “No. There are many calls coming in…”

As much as I wanted to wake up Ben and have his company during this momentous occasion, I reminded myself that I am in fact his mother, and not his roommate or big sister and therefore I could check on the boy (with my make shift cell phone flashlight) but then I had to take myself, and the now total lack of drama, back to bed.

When the power came back on an hour later, I truly have never been so happy to hear the roar of Bessie (that’s the name I have given my central air) and the breeze from the fan in my face.

I have also made a solemn vow to never be late on my utility bill!

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Becky's Craziness, sleep, weather

March: In Like a Lamb, Out Like a Rock Star

April 5, 2009

Little did I know that in a deep dark corner of my brain was a ticking time bomb. Like a Peep in the microwave, when the clock struck 37 years, it exploded up with the mess that only a melted marshmallow can produce.

Apparently for me, turning 37 really translated to rolling Father Time back and recreating 21. Although sadly, the sorority, the part-time job at Abercrombie and Fitch in the Mall of America and the college classes which were only Tuesday – Thursday didn’t come along for the ride.

But those last two weeks in March, I made that old college sorority girl (who once literally had a lampshade on her head at a party) proud. I had friends come into town two weekends in a row, and had late nights in the middle of the week which continued into the weekends. In the end I had the expanded waistline, empty wallet and headache to prove it.

Luckily, just like Cinderella’s stroke of midnight, April 1st came and the spell was broken.

Those two wild weeks in March proved to be a valuable lesson. First, I still got it. This old girl can still get her groove on. But second and more importantly, I don’t want it. Making it to the ripe old age of 37 is an honor. I wouldn’t change my life one bit. Going to bed at 10:00 pm (OK who am I kidding, 9:30 tops) and getting my kiddo and I to school and work on time with a head clear of cobwebs is my idea of a great time. Not to mention how much one can get done on a Sunday when they wake up at 8:00 fully rested and ready to take on the laundry.

So call me old and boring, but I’ll call it happy and content.

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Becky's Craziness, birthdays, friends, life

Love From The Big House

March 25, 2009

My computer recently decided that I have loaded too many pictures and therefore I am no longer worthy of uploading nary a photo. Just like a good Jewish grandmother it seemed to say to me, “Beckala! Enough with the pit-chas already! Just write to the nice people! OY!”

Since posting pictures of the family birthday soiree was out of the picture, I quickly developed a severe case of writers block.

Until I came home this afternoon to find the Holy Grail of Blogging material in my mailbox. Yes readers, today the Writing Gods shined down upon me. I received the elusive, the heard of on “20/20″ but rarely seen, Prison Love Letter.

At first I was freaked out and beyond puzzled when I saw the envelope with my name, my new address and in the corner, His name and the address of the Columbia County Jail.

My poor little brain worked overtime. Who do I know in the clink? Did I meet someone this weekend that had a brother in jail? Did Ben’s Sperm Donor move to Wisconsin and change his name to Anthony? Before I could even get my coat off, I tore open the envelope to find not only a page and a half hand-written letter but also a picture of my new love.

I can laugh now and write about this with ease but at the time I was FREAKED OUT! Therefore I called My Person as fast as my fingers could find her on my speed-dial. In our bi-laws it clearly states that letters from prison are worthy of the immediate and frantic phone call. Since she didn’t pick up right away I had to call my parents, my friend Janine and half the state of Wisconsin. My parents were concerned but Janine, who used to be a parole officer laughed and said “File this under ‘Great Stories To Tell’ and don’t worry..” So I knew this couldn’t be that big of a deal.

While I waited for Shelly to call me back, I decided to carefully read the prose of my new love. It seems he “received [my] name and information from a close friend” of his. He continued to say, “Please don’t be alarmed because no harm is intended.” Well, whew! In that case, sign me up, Hot Stuff!

My new friend of course didn’t commit any violent act to land him in a state penitentiary. No, he “decided to try and get rich the fast way! As you see, it was a foolish and poor decision! A lesson learned.” He also would be much obliged if I not only wrote him back but sent a picture.

Finally Shelly called me back and informed me this stuff has happened to her many times in the past and not to worry. She even had phone calls from prisoners. Lucky girl. She also informed me that I shouldn’t write him back. Well phooey! Since Yahoo clearly isn’t working out I thought perhaps this was my answer.

But sadly #264004 I’m not the girl for you. So good luck to you on your speedy release from the Slammer.

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Becky's Craziness, dating, letters, my person

Six Words

February 13, 2009

Since today is Valentine’s Day Eve (gag!) this morning on my favorite Madison radio station, 105.5 was talking about this book.

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And then they asked their listeners to call in with what six words they would use to describe either their current relationship or a past relationship.

Because I am what you might call “outgoing”, and so not a fan of this stupid Hallmark Shove It In Your Face That You Don’t Have A Date On Yet Another F-ing Valentine’s Day holiday, I called in. And they put me on the air. Why? Because mine rocked.

It was:

He Picked The Bottle Over Me.

Ah yes. Nothing says “Good morning and Happy Valentine’s Eve” like that little nugget eh? Hello Princess. Bad coffee called and wants it’s “bitter” back.

Once I was able to get over how weird my voice sounded on the radio, there were some other very interesting and actually sweet ones.

So that leads me to ask you, Internet? What would be yours? And remember you can only use 6 Words. Nothing more, nothing less.

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6 Words, Becky's Craziness, Valentine's Puke Day