Kelly’s Pub

cartescape.jpgI can’t believe what I did just now. The blasted landline rang and I answered it with, “Grok grok.” In a frog voice. It’s okay. It wasn’t John McCain this time. It was one of those recorded voices. The thing that’s weird about it is that I didn’t even think twice about answering the phone that way. I just picked up the phone and said, “grok grok,” into it as if that was a perfectly normal way to answer a phone. When I was still in the job application process, Elizilla got my cell phone voice mail once and was horrified that it said something like, “Hi, this is Kayak Woman. Leave a message.” Or whatever, I can’t exactly remember. Elizilla is right, if you are seriously looking for a job, you should probably not have a name like “Kayak Woman” in your voice mail. I don’t recommend it but it did turn out okay somehow.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been entranced with the telephone. Way back in the dark ages, I was allowed to dial my grandparents’ number and my dad’s number at the bank (5-5201 was the bank phone, I *think* and I still can’t remember Grandma’s). Grandma was always happy to hear from me, of course, and whoever answered the phone at the bank was really nice and friendly and would always get my dad to the phone straightaway. Another number I remember from an early age was my friend Laurie’s. I won’t publish it here because I would bet dollars that her dad still has it and I don’t want the nefarious types of web surfers to start giving him crank calls. Laurie went to the Catholic grade school a couple blocks away from my own Lincoln. We would play after school during the week sometimes but Saturday was our day. She had to clean her bedroom every Saturday morning and I would call at about 9 AM to find out if she was finished yet. Usually not but enough that her mom would let me come over and hang around while she finished up. Or not.

Phones were kind of fun when I was little. I was always happy when the phone was actually for MEEEEEEE! WOW! Someone wants to talk to me. And then. There were the years of waiting for various crappy boyfriends to call (or not). And being at college and beyond and sometimes having a horrible time getting through to my parents. I started having phone-dialing nightmares when I was first at college and I STILL have them! But I have lots of other nightmares and y’all just do not wanna know. And then there started being calls about people dying, etc. They don’t happen that often and I won’t go into detail. Why bother. We all get those calls.

I hate using phones. They are necessary. There are times when email just doesn’t do it. But I do NOT understand all of the people that seem to hang out on their cell phones constantly, especially when they are in their vee-hickles. I cannot talk and drive at the same time. I mean, I *can* but I would rather not. When I’m driving, I like to be aware of what’s going on around me. And, if I am not in a phone kind of mood, I might not have much to say. It’s not that I don’t want to talk to you, it’s just that I am not in the mood to do telephonic conversation. I suppose I am in Kayak Woman mode.

Call me if you want. I may or may not get your call. And if you call my landline, Froggy just might answer!

4 Responses to “Kelly’s Pub”

  1. Kathy Farnell Says:

    No fair! Mouse finished a project! She is making me look really, really bad. As for that cart in the picture – did you ever get hit by one of those run away carts? I have and it left a nice dent in my car. (old one) Also, you can talk like a frog if you want to. Kathy

  2. kayak woman Says:

    haha! That cart rolled right out into the street in front of me. I stopped in time. I turned into the parking lot and then back out to get a pic. It was pretty surreal.

  3. isa Says:

    i don’t know about *horrified*… i didn’t feel that strongly about it!!

  4. Webmomster Says:

    Froogy DID answer the phone – yesterday!!! And I though GG was handing it over to KW, but Froogy intercepted. KW must’ve banished him to the laundry basket or Buoy 22… because we had a decent non-Froggy convo after that!