An interesting question came up at our house last month while my first born was visiting from Dallas with her two dogs, Oscar and Olivia. I mentioned to her that I thought I would like to move the answering machine from the desk in the den upstairs to the kitchen counter. There are two good reasons for considering this move, although you may think they are no-brainers. First of all, I don’t hear my messages in a timely manner because I don’t notice the blinking light. Secondly, it’s not very convenient to run upstairs to check to see if the light is blinking and one would actually have to think to do it (okay, laziness may also factor into it). My precious, sweet, charming and almost always respectful, daughter flippantly replied, “Answering machine? Who has answering machines anymore? Why don’t you just get voice mail?” This innocent and sensible suggestion that implied that perhaps I may be behind the times ruffled a feather (just one). I replied with indignation, “Lots of people have answering machines.” Her raised eyebrows told me she didn’t agree. So I ask you, am I the only one who still has an answering machine? Not that I'm going to get voice mail. I'm sure it costs money and I already have a perfectly good answering machine. I just have to remember to use it effectively, which is why I'm moving it downstairs. But, come to think of it, the reason I moved it upstairs to begin with was an attempt to declutter the counter. Hmm, perhaps I'll consider voice mail.
Grandson entered a rite of passage yesterday. He is now the proud owner of his very own deodorant. I'll spare you details but lets just say he longer smells like that little boy who has been playing outside all day. Yes, I know that's not a pleasant smell either but...well, never mind. He thinks it's pretty cool to need deoterant and asked me as soon as he walked in the door after school if I had bought it today, as promised. I'm so glad I remembered! He went with Hubby to the Scout Shop yesterday evening to buy stuff for his car for the Pinewood Derby this Saturday. They haven't even started on it yet (I take that back, I think they read the directions)! It also has to be weighed in by Friday evening so they really only two evenings to make and paint this car out of a block of wood. Nothing like procrastination to get you suddenly motivated. Hubby also bought his cub scout uniform. At least he got it before the year is completely over!
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Which feather did I ruffle...speaking of idioms that don't really make sense!
If you got voicemail, you could check it from anywhere...not just home. The answering machine conjures up all kinds of images from television and movies where secrets are spilled when one decides to allow the machine to pick up in the midst of company. Being a more private person myself, voicemail is more my style. Not that anyone would possibly ever hear my "oh so secret" phone messages about Ozarka water deliveries or the Toyota service on my car! But, you are the only people I know of with an answering machine. Can you even buy answering machines any more?
Funny you should bring this subject up. This has been a running joke around our house for some time now.
It seems like I'm always getting in trouble because I don't go upstairs to "check the messages". As a matter of fact, when I am home I don't answer the phone very often either because 99.95% of time it isn't for me.
With a multi-tasking wife who has a lot of friends (who seems to like to talk a lot on the phone) and two young kido's(with an equally amount of friends),it seems like the phone is constantly ringing. After awhile you train yourself to just tune the ringing out. If it's for me then someone will let me know.
When I come home from wherever I've been, I do look to see if the little red light is blinking (meaning someone's called). We have Caller ID and can scroll down on our phone to see who's call we missed. When you do that then the red light quits blinking. You guessed it, now that the light quit blinking I have to remember that such and such called. I should mention that I don't recognize most of the "ID's" that show up. So I normally just say "Oh yeah, somebody called today".
When I do remember to mention that there was a call, the first question asked is "Did they leave a message?". "I don't know" I say. "Well, why won't you ever check for messages" I'm asked.
And I reply.... drum roll please,
BECAUSE IT'S UPSTAIRS and the call was PROBABLY NOT FOR ME!
So, like S say's, lets get with the program and get voicemail where you can check it no matter where your at, or..
bring the machine downstairs. I promise not to erase them and will try to let you know, along with the "there was a call" statement, that "there is also a message".
Oh yeah, for those of you reading this, if you really have to talk to us, and can't wait a day or two before someone checks the messages and gets back to you, call our cells!
It's me again, I just can't get the picture out of my mind. Dad finally bought his cubscout uniform? I need to see a picture of that!
I have an answering machine and am a generation x child. Sorry sara, but I think that is a beautiful picture of you
:)
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