Unexplored Territory

Monday, August 13, 2007

The new toy

Meet the new toy.

Ace decided that we both needed cell phones. He also decided that we needed to switch from Alltel to Verizon. He also decided that we should shut off our landline, and just use cells completely. This last one scares me a little. I am not sure if I am ready for that, especially since MY number will be the main number. So I will get ALL the phone calls.

Anywhere that I am. I don't know if I can be "bothered" like that, kwim?

I think that I will make HIM make HIS number be the main phone number. His comment about HIS number: don't give it out to anyone.

Really? Well, why? His number makes more sense to be the main phone number because it has the prefix of our area. Mine .. you just know it is a cell phone number.

I have been playing with my Razr since I got it. I have added some ringtones and assigned them that crack me up.

Ace is a huge fan of Led Zeppelin. I am sure I didn't spell that last name right ... and I don't care. So Ace, get over it. I decided that Kashmir needed to be his ringtone. And it sounds cool.

Robin P is Mamma Mia. We saw the musical together last year some time and every time I hear that song, I think of her.

The reason I HAD to download some tones was because I had already decided what the Mominator's tone would be.

The Godfather.

For Mini Martha, it was a tossup between Green Acres, the Chicken Dance (because you know, she's a vegan), and The Battle of the Valkyres (used in Apocolypse Now). But then I found the perfect tone ...

The Odd Couple.

Labels: brother in law, cell phones and kids, hunter

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Wordless Wednesday

The Hunter and his Grandson. No ... it isn't too wordless, but I love this picture of my BIL, the hunter, and his new grandson. And notice the camo....

Labels: brother in law, hunter, Wordless Wednesday

I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.

The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.

The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.

The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.

The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.