Happy Anniversary

Jimmy and I were able to spend a weekend at a hotel in Orlando a few weeks ago for our 12th anniversary.  I had grand plans to bring my camera and take photographs of the hotel room because that's what I do, photograph interiors.  I knew the design would be well done and not full of bedspreads that feel like plastic on the top and artwork that is permanently attached to the walls.

Then, I forgot my camera.  Typical.  I am the plumber with a leaky faucet.  I always seem to forget my camera (unless I'm getting paid) and can never get nice, updated photographs on the walls of my own house.  Such is life.

So the morning we were leaving I resorted to using Jimmy's cell phone to snap a few shots of the hotel room because it was, as I suspected, super nice and well designed.

I especially love the carpet.  I would love to have this carpet in my bedroom.

It is hard to tell with the low quality photos, but the walls were a very light pale blue.  Not something I would usually choose but I liked it.

Jimmy and I had a good time.  I unfortunately got a bit of a cold and laid around a lot.  It went something like this:

Jimmy:  "You want to go down to the hot tub?"
Julie:  "No, I need to stay in bed and switch back and forth between the Olympic Trials and Celebrity Vacation Homes."  It's a stressful life when you're without kids and have lots of channels!

We did both enjoy watching HGTV shows, mostly about real estate or rental properties.  We joked about how we had days off from working yet we ended up lying around watching television shows about our line of work.

Our favorite show was "Income Property."  That's what's on the screen here.  "Checks to the bank!"

Thank you my sweet husband for a great time.


Why I love Toilet Phones

This afternoon I was photographing a house for a real estate listing.  Everything was pretty normal, standard, stuff.  It was a modest ranch style 3/2 in a middle class neighborhood.  I was wrapping up, heading to the master bedroom and bath. 

And there it was, a phone next to the toilet.  I call them toilet phones.  Not bathroom phones, because you don't see phones in bathrooms next to the sink or across from the shower.  You see them right next to the toilet.  And you and I both know why.

I love toilet phones.  For a few of my own reasons.

Reason #1:
The first time anyone called me by my married name, I was sitting on a toilet using a toilet phone.  

Jimmy and I had just arrived at our hotel room the day we were married.  We had embarrassingly made our way up to our super nice room with our super white trash luggage and grocery bags full of  stuff.  I headed into the bathroom to pee.  As I was, I was startled by a phone ringing next to my head.  Not knowing what else to do, I answered it. 
Me: "Hello?" 
Bellhop:  "Mrs. Alley?" 
Me:  (long pause...)  "Yes?" 
(He then proceeded to answer some question we'd asked when he dropped off our 25 pieces of random bags, pillows, cracker boxes, and loose items.)

I hung up in a fog.

I could not believe I was in fact, Mrs. Alley.  And that I'd had this epiphany on a toilet phone.

Reason #2:
Toilet phones have cords.

I actually remember phones with cords.  At our house growing up, after answering the phone in the kitchen you had to slip into the dining room and close the pocket door against the cord if you wanted privacy.

Some people had SUPER long cords on their phones, so that the mom of the house could stretch the entire space of the kitchen and thus accomplish her dinner-ly duties without sacrificing phone time.  I loved those cords.  We never had a long one.  But I liked other people's.  They were dirty and stretched out and stained with food and dirt.

It just says something about our need to be connected to other people.

Last month, when my friends Darcy and Jeremy were coming home after being overseas for over a week, their daughter Nena had been with me, and I asked her if she'd like to speak to her mommy on the phone before she went to bed.  I handed her my stationary phone that has an answering machine and a cord.  She talked to her mom.

As I was tucking her in I said, "Are you excited you got to talk to your Mom on the phone?"  And she said, "YES!  I've never talked on a REAL PHONE before!"

I'm sure the only kind of phone she has used has been cordless.  Phone cords are certainly part of our past.

Reason #3:
Right now, I could really use a toilet phone.

Because our cordless phone has died and all I have is the aforementioned phone with a cord.  I can only speak on the phone in about a nine foot radius (not really even that because it's against the wall) so I can't escape to the bathroom and talk in peace on the cordless phone like I usually do. 

Every time I talk on the phone these days I laugh inside about the whole situation.  I laugh because I feel so far removed from most people.  Most people use their phone for absolutely everything they do, absolutely all the time.  I use mine to talk to people.  Attached to a cord.  In a completely wireless world.

So if you call and I don't answer, I might be sitting on the toilet.  Because while my 50 year old ranch house has a lot of 1960's upgrades, it didn't come with a toilet phone.  But if it did, I sure wouldn't take it out.  Because in 50 more years I'm going to be pushing 85 and I just might need a toilet phone to keep me connected to the outside world.  Or to talk to one of my 57 grandchildren while I'm taking a crap.