I still find it odd that I never ate ceasar salad until I was an adult, yet it has become this great "comfort" food to me. "Life can't be that bad if I've got a big ceasar salad in front of me!"
The best crutons in the world are packaged with the Dole ceasar salad blend. Yet, I can't find out who makes them so I can buy them separately! Maybe that's for the best, because I am the type who will sit down and eat crutons like other folks eat potato chips. Then I fool myself by saying, "Well, at least they're not fried!"
I've been sitting by the phone for the last six days, pretty much. I've been bugged by so many telemarketers I lost count. Indigo, I don't mean to upset you, because I don't blame the person doing the job, but I really do hate being interrupted by telemarketers. The first few days when Todd's mother's life was in the balance and I didn't dare turn off my phone, I was telling the telemarketers, "I'm really sorry, but I'm waiting to hear if a family member is going to survive. This is not a good time to talk to me."
In most cases, people said they were sorry. But one person, trying to sell me one of the local papers, said, as he was hanging up, "Yeah, and if I had a dime for everytime I heard that one."
I don't give a tin shit if he's heard it a billion times. In my case, it was the absolute truth. And maybe in other cases too, where he expressed his opinion so nicely. I mean, I understand he's got a job to do, but it's still my phone. I have every right to have it turned on to hear news of my family. I can't turn it off anymore. Not until Todd is home and safe. And even then, not with my mother waiting to find out about surgery and with the troubles she's had.
I realized that I've had the phone unplugged for days on end before this. And I have missed a few calls from family and friends. And that's just not right. But if I don't, from 7:00 on they call my house. They wake up my husband when he's sleeping (he's graveyard shift)
If I got 1-2 calls a week, I could deal, but I've been logging and we get an average of 3-8 telemarketing calls per day. And I'm a sucker, so in order to not spend money we don't have, I usually say, "Excuse me, I'm not interested, please take my name off your list, thanks and have a good day."
Then I hang up. Because if I don't, I know what will happen. They will keep going and going and going. And wasting their time and mine. And making me feel horrible for not buying their product/service/whatever. Then, when I hang up, I'll feel even worse, because some stranger who I didn't invite decided they had the power to make me feel like a shitheel for not switching my phone service, buying The People's Perscription Plan, or donating money so starving children can go to the White House and give the President a lube job.
I've looked into the telezapper, but that only works if a computer makes the call. And, I guess there is that stuborn side to me that says, "Why do I have to buy a device in order to be able to fully enjoy the service I'm paying fifty bucks a month for?" Fifty dollars isn't a million, but it's food for a week, or a couple of DVD's, whatever. (this is not counting long distance, this is just for local service and "voice mail.") I just get pissed off a lot that I'm paying for a service that I have to hide from. That I stare at the phone as it rings and go, "Is it worth it to pick it up? Let's see, it's before 10:00, so chances are it's not friends or family... then again, it could be an emergency..." so on and so forth.
I think if I can, I'm going to get one of those "phone butler" if they still make them, now that telezapper is around.
I also think that making you pay more to have your phone number unlisted is the biggest scam the phone company ever came up with.
Eh, enough about phones. This is a really good salad.
Of course, now I want ice cream. And we have no ice cream in the house. This is probably a good thing.
God, I miss Todd.
Chrissy is sleeping on my bed with her butt and back legs on the pillows and her head under the comforter. It's very cute. If you say her name, her tail flicks slowly back and forth, but other than that, she doesn't move.