A while back I wrote of my troubles with Frontier and how the promotion department would not uphold their end of the bargain: 2-year contract for a $300 Apple gift card. Well today, I am happy to report that by simply chatting with an online customer service agent, I was able to cancel my account and move on to the next ISP that wants to screw me for a few bucks a month.
Isn’t prostitution fun?
The call came in at about 4:05 this afternoon. Amy asking in a slight panic, “have you heard from our son?” I answered, “no” as my mind instantly raced. It was clear from her voice that she was upset. We called his phone and it went to voicemail each time. We called the school and they were closed. His sister was at practice and the neighbors didn’t answer.
Thoughts of his phone in the hands of a maniac laughing at each missed call and frantic text received passed quickly through my head. Amy and I called each other getting the same update that there was no answer. Then suddenly a cryptic message via text, “it’s loud here”. What did it mean? Where the kidnappers speaking in code? So I decided it was time to leave work for a lifelong search for my missing child and post pictures on telephone poles and milk cartons.
As I drove toward our home my phone rang. It was Amy. My heart stopped yet again. I answered and she said, “he’s at the 6th grade dance.” It took a second to register and then the breath came back to me. We forgot all about his dance…his first. The one he had planned for weeks and we forgot all about. The one that we didn’t put on any schedule or note as any reminder.
Tonight we hugged him and told him we loved him and Amy even tucked him in like a three year old. A mistake sometimes turns your life upside down and this one was no different. The only difference is we still have our son and no harm besides a few hug bruises came to him to remind us how much our kids mean.
As our kids get older, Amy and I are doing more of our own thing and the kids are more involved with their own lives. Yesterday morning was probably the first time in months that we all had breakfast together. It was a special scene almost as if from a commercial. We talked and all helped cook the different ingredients of the family meal, which was a metaphor for the conversation.
These are the things that I will look back on and remember for the rest of my life!
Anonymous asked: Haven't seen you on here much. I hope everything is well... I miss you!
Well lookie here, an anon especially for me…I should stay away more often.
Seriously, thank you so much for your concern. I am just fine and I guess you could call it a hiatus. Not mad at anyone or anything, just not much to say and kinda sick if my selfies. I figure someday I’ll be back, but right now I’m kinda liking the quiet side of me.
If anyone here wants to ever chat or just say hi, please feel free to Kik me at isemancometh.
Anonymous asked: I have a crush on Isemancometh. He hasn't been around much lately, and I miss him. Yep. He's my crush. I would crush him so hard.
I know I haven’t been around, but it doesn’t mean I don’t miss these people very much! Who ever was nice enough to write these kind words and the others that have sent me side notes make me miss Tumblr greatly. Thanks Cynthia for bringing this to my attention.
I love the fact that someone else other than Bradley thinks I’m crushable!