November 30th, 2009

Ring-A-Ling

Tis the season for the tinkle tinkle of bells. And ringing cell phones. Regarding cell phones, I resisted having one, fought it nail and tooth, but finally caved in a few years back when the kids got so busy with activities I couldn’t keep track of them anymore. It did make my life easier, although I once called my oldest daughter when I woke on a Sunday morning, sleepy-eyed at 3:00 a.m. and didn’t see her car out front.

She picked up and in a gravelly voice said, “What?”

“Where are you? It’s three a.m.!”

“I’m upstairs in bed, mom. Why the heck are you calling me?”

She was mad.

“Sorry.” I hung up before she could sting me with her sleepy words. I then peered out the front window again and spotted her car, winking in the moonlight. The bushes had obstructed the view. My eyes had been a bit blurry when I’d checked.

Okay, so first you go through the baby stage, waking at all hours to rock and feed the soft sweeties warm bottles. Then the toddler stage, when they are out of the crib and sometimes wander about the house at odd hours. I once found my front door wide open in the middle of the night, my OLDEST (once again) across the street in the neighbor’s bushes, sitting and staring at the stars. She was a sleepwalker.

After years of sleep deprivation, parents get a slight break, a reprieve to rest back up for those teenage years. As those of you with kids who drive know, you get very little shut eye until you’re sure they are safe at home in warm beds. Even when they do text or call, a mother still sleeps with one eye open until they’re home. Now the two oldest are out the door, living their own lives, and I don’t worry what time they get in, because if I did, I’d be a walking zombie. But our youngest will get her drivers license soon, and the hoopla will begin all over again.

Joy to the world.

But really, thank God for cell phones. They’ve saved me time and worry, but certainly not money. Really though, can you put a price tag on piece of mind? Just ask a mother.

Here’s another thing I like about cell phones: the ring tones. You can pick something totally original and annoying. My first ring tone was Michael Jackson’s, Thriller, which inspired me to break out in the moonwalk whenever someone called me. I did that once and got it out of my system. Because I like dancing way too much, I changed it. Let’s see, I’ve had Kiss From A Rose, by Seal, Don’t Stop Believing, by Journey and Clocks, by Coldplay.

I’ve recently come up with something new, mainly to entertain myself. If you can guess what it is, I’ll send you a little gift from Texas. No armadillo’s, I swear.

Here are two little clues in the song: COLD and STAY. Good luck!

Btw…what’s your ring tone?


7 Responses to “Ring-A-Ling”

  1. Elizabeth Says:

    Dorraine,
    Your ringtone:
    it has to be: Baby it’s cold outside. Yeah, me thinks me got it right! :)

    My ring tone: classic telephone bells.
    I’ve often thought about buying a ringtone. If I did I’d probably go for
    something fun like: Bullitproof.

    As to having cell phones, I agree they can be great for keeping in touch
    with children, but seriously, the price to have one is astronomical!

    Elizabeth

  2. Dorraine Says:

    Sweet guess, E. Stay tuned for the winner on Saturday.

    Re: ring tone. I’m not familiar with Bullitproof. I’ll have to check that one out.

    And the price is steep for those cell phones but 9/11 convinced me that they were well worth the money. Those people on the plane got to say goodbye to their loved ones. How can you put a price tag on that? And piece of mind regarding our children. Anyway, that’s when I decided the benefits far outweighed the price.:)

  3. Elizabeth Says:

    Sorry Dorraine, that should have read Bulletproff:)
    It’s a europe type dance song.

    Elizabeth

  4. Elizabeth Says:

    BulletProof:) I’m just not with it these days:)

  5. Deanna Schrayer Says:

    I’ve been thinking – no, there’s no smoke emitting from my little head. :) The clues to your ring tone are throwing me off because I want to say it’s Dancing Queen, don’t know why. Because you like to dance I guess? Cold and stay. There’s an old country song coming to mind that I can’t seem to get to the front of my head, but I think it’s either Jimmie Rodgers or Lefty Frizzel – “Don’t stay away so long, ’cause love grows cold” or something like that. Am I close? My dad drove a coal truck when I was a wee one and I often went with him to deliver the coal. He blasted all that old country music – Willie Nelson, Jimmie Rodgers, Johnny Cash, Lefty Frizzel. That taught me to truly appreciate the origin of music.
    Cell phones. I have one, but only for necessity. I absolutely hate talking on the phone, so I only use it to keep in touch with the kids like you do. It is nice to be able to do that.
    I was a sleepwalker when I was a little girl. My mom says she would find me in all manner of places. One night she woke up to find me sitting on top of the fridge eating a mayo sandwich. The fridge door was wide open and the mayo jar was too and sitting on the floor. Ah, good times.

  6. Dorraine Says:

    Ha, Deanna, you sitting on the floor with an open mayo jar! Too funny. Those sleepwalking kids are tough but always grow up to be quite delightful.

    Nice guesses, Deanna! And thank you for participating. It is actually, BABY IT’S COLD OUTSIDE. And it is here today and complete with snow. You know I’m enjoying that!

    Okay, calling Elizabeth. You, Ronda and G-Girl are all winners. Guess that ring tone was not as mysterious as I thought it was! Anyway, a big congrats to all three! Do send me your address, Elizabeth to ddauthor@aol.com and I’ll put a little present in the mail for you. Merry Christmas!

  7. Elizabeth Says:

    Yeah! I won something! (I think you made it too easy Dorraine:)

    Elizabeth

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