So someone just called us and woke me up at 12:15 a.m. thankyouverymuch from the Norfolk City Jail. My GOD! It was a collect call no less. Let me tell you why this freaks me out (as well as ticks me off considering I'm up often enough at night anyway so now I'm wide eyed and busy tailed MAD).
When we lived in our house before we moved here, we would randomly get these calls (I think from the same weirdo guy) from guess where???? Norfolk City Jail and always collect. Well, now that I think of it, maybe if you are in jail (I would never know this) you have no choice but to call people COLLECT. Duh. It would give me the heebie jeebies because it was an often enough occurance (maybe like 4-5 times total) that it would make me think strange things. Get the hint buddy! No one lives here who you think lives here, stop calling! And who was he trying to get anyway? He always mumbled the name, I think it was Angelique or something, I don't know. Look at me. I should be sleeping for God's sake, Jacob is and I'm all worked up and will likely be up in minutes to feed him what is wrong with me? ugh.
So now this call to us from the Norfolk City Jail but we have a completely new number. Totally different. What's the deal? Do they have nothing better to do so they call different numbers trying to prank for fun? Who is running the show over there? Good Heavens. I'm getting delirious. Does he want Angelique again? I'm so sure it's not the same guy unless they arrested him again and what did he do this time and how does he have our number? I think I just heard a noise downstairs. OMG someone is in our house. Nah. Kidding. Really, this isn't funny. Ivan never even moved or skipped a breath when the phone rang. I tried to tell him it was the Angelique asker forer and he just said, "uh huh". Yeah, real concern there. Wait, there's that noise again. We're all done for. Nah. Kidding. My honey, he'd get them with a broom yes he would! Right. After someone put a fog horn in his ear then he'd sit up in bed and say "Who dat?" Kidding. Seriously, I don't know who I write this for. Me or you. Right now, I'm being an idiot and need to get back to bed.
No more calls from Norfolk City Jail -- clearly they send me into tailspins. Clearly.
Tomorrow night, the story of the mobile. It's always something here in this house. I promise you. It's always something. Life is never ever ever never deee dever normal. Promise. That's a pinky promise.
Nighty night (for how long???? The world is waiting to know).
Jenn
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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What the heck? Do they not monitor these people? Here is what I imagine:
I imagine that the person in jail is calling what they think might be the right number and when we decline the collect call they feel a loss of control and they get ticked off. Hence they keep calling because maybe they think they are really calling the right number and the person they are trying to get is 'rejecting' them and this pisses them off. This is what I think. I think they do not believe they are calling the wrong number. I think they are just mad so they keep calling. Meanwhile, it's driving me (us) insane.
While this is very hilarious, it's not so hilarious at 12 or 1 in the morning. No. It's not!
Tell Ann and your Dad hello. Good for you doing the walk btw.
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