the pieces of my life

…because I got my bigger GBs! I guess it’s time to figure out how to use that Tumblr account and get the photo blog going again.

I’m pretty sure I’ve blogged about Adam and his phones (yes, plural, phones), but I can’t find it so you’ll just have to trust me. The boy has phones. He wants an iPhone. He has a Blackberry. He has a Nexus Droid. “For work,” he swears. “I need them to test our new products.” That boy is a tech junkie if ever one existed.

Today was kind of a crap day. I made my hallah dough nice and early so I could get baking done for the 4th of July, when we have a few friends over. I have big baking plans for Sunday. So I start softening my butter and getting prepped, when I decide to preheat the oven. My lovely, just over a year old, oven. It starts to preheat. And then it goes sizzle pop! and it stops preheating. And that’s it for my oven. Ever tried getting an oven fixed on the Friday before a long weekend? Ain’t going to happen. Our GE service contract made me an appointment for Monday morning, but when I called to beg them to fit me in, they said, “Monday? They scheduled you for Monday? We’re closed Monday!” I finally called a place called Same-Day Service, and while it didn’t completely live up to its name, they did promise to come tomorrow. Saturday. Sometime during the day. They’ll show up sometime between 8 a.m…. and 6 p.m. Yep. I fully expect them to show up, look at my oven, and then tell me they need to order a piece that will be in three weeks from now.

I went to Beetle’s house to at least bake the hallah dough that was rapidly over-rising. Both Beetle and Pie love it the crunchy egg that forms around the edges of the hallah, so I always pour on the rest of the egg wash to bake big pieces of it. Only Beetles’s oven is slanted. So when I put my loaves in, the egg wash washed right off the pan… and into the bottom of her oven. Where it proceeded to burn and smoke for the duration of the baking. Yep, that’s right. I smoked them right out of their house. Aren’t they glad they let me in?

Adam finally gets home. “I called four places to see if they had the new iPhone in stock, but no one did.”

Me: “Well, did you at least put my name on a list?”

Adam pauses a moment here, tilts his head, and furrows his brow. “Wow,” he finally says. “That would have been a great idea.”

Thanks goodness Adam likes his toys. Because I’ve expropriated his Nexus. I consider it my right by virtue of eminent domain. It’s pretty cool. But it’s not an iPhone 4. I need an iPhone 4. One with the bigger G.B.s. And the WiFis. And I want it now.

So first my iPhone was telling me it was charged when it wasn’t. I couldn’t understand why it wouldn’t work, even though it said the battery was full of green.

And then, on a lovely mid-80s day, when I was inside the house, which was set to mid-70s with air conditioning, I got this message on it:

And then tonight, when I plugged it in to download my most recent pictures, I was told that there was a new operating system for me to download.

Let’s be honest here. I knew I was entering into dangerous territory. My phone has been quietly rebelling ever since I dropped it into that toilet. And when it slammed into a concrete floor a month later (oops. Did I forget to mention that one to you guys?), it began rebelling not so quietly.

I downloaded the new system. Or at least I attempted to. The phone couldn’t take anymore. It just shut down. Told me to restore it. Which I tried doing. Three times. Now, I just get this helpless “connect to iTunes” message.

So sad little iPhone.

Tomorrow, this will be me (caution: this has, uh, adult language, so don’t play at work):

Two interesting Web sites. Looking for the love of your life? Check out Coincidence Design (wish I could say I found this myself, but Eugene actually discovered it and had it in his weblog.) The other, there’s nothing like naked women holding a cat.