Helping other bloggers.

I like helping people. Especially when our neighbours to the south are dealing with environmental issues. Especially when I get a chance to win free stuff.

Visit No Impact Man to get the full details on his wonderful adventure into politics and how you can help him just like I did (and maybe win some free stuff).

 

I got rid of my cell phone.

It’s been a little over a month now that I’ve been without it and I thought you should know. I’m pretty proud of myself for getting rid of it, after having one (and no land line) for over 5 years.

I only used the damned thing for texting anyway. I hate the phone. I am usually up and about, doing something, usually that requires my hands and attention (both of which get tied up when using a phone).

I was always the one known for not answering. When I did, I was usually greeted with, “Oh! I was expecting the machine.” It may sound annoying but, like I said, I am usually up and about and that means I’m in a situation where talking on the phone would be inappropriate.You know, like at dinner, or with someone else, or standing in line. Nothing drives me more bonkers than when I call someone and they say “Can you hold on a sec?” and then I hear them order fries or a coffee. Seriously, can’t you just call me back later? It’s ten times worse when you are in the middle of a conversation. It’s so obviously rude but so many people do it.

Anyway, the reason I write about ditching the mobile after such a long time is that while at a conference I realized how much I love not having one. I like not being 100% accessible. It gives me control over my life. I remember diverting my attention from the stage to see a bunch of heads down, playing with their BlackBerrries (cell phones on speed). Not fun.
I will admit, there have been times where a cell phone would have come in handy. I just remind myself that i got along fine without one before so who cares if I can’t call hubby to tell him I’ll be late?

 

Paramedics, Relationships and the Subconscious

Hubby just told me about a dream he had last night. He said we were a team of paramedics and I was in charge of administering first aid and the help and he was in charge of all the gear. He also said that we were the best ambulance team around.

If that’s any indication of what he thinks of our relationship, I’d say we’re in a pretty good spot.

*I’m beaming right now, you can’t see it but I am*