I fear for America’s youth.

So a couple days ago, I was sitting at my desk minding my own business when I got a text message on my phone.

“Heyyyyyyyyy!!! Its Jordyyyynnnn!”

Great, I thought to myself. Spam has reached the world of text messaging. I ignored it, but about 10 seconds later, I got another one.

“Its me Jordyn!!!!”

Thinking that whoever was sending the texts might continue to do so (and that it might make good blog fodder), I decided I should reply, not knowing then that I was about to engage in what turned out to be a hilarious (at least to me) string of texts.

Me: I think you have the wrong number.

Her: Noooooo [what is it with all the extra letters?] you know me. Its Jordyyyyyyyyyn!

Me: I do? Then who am I?

Her: Your Christian B! idk how to spell ur last name lol

Me: not so much.

Her: not so much what?

Me: that is not my name. you have the wrong number.

Her: No I dont. your christian! Perry gave me ur #.

Me: i don’t know perry either, unless you are referring to the platypus on Phineas and Ferb.

Her: yes you do. perry gave me ur ####. she is texting the same number and I know its u!!!! If ur not christian who are you then?

Me: I am a 30yo mother of two in ohio. I assure you I am not Christian. Or Perry. Or a platypus.

Her: I never thought you were a platapus thank you very much!!!

At this point I was cracking up, and I was also driving home from work so I didn’t respond to the text, and I figured I had heard the last from my friend. But I was wrong.

Her: I know your Christian… how else would I have gotten this number?

Me: I promise you I am not Christian. But I am a blogger, and this exchange is going to make a seriously funny post.

Her: I am really sorry, this number works from my friends phone. It wont happen again.

That’s right! Mess with me, and I will blog about you!

So anyway, Jordyn, I have a couple pieces of advice for you. A) Get some manners. If someone tells you you have the wrong number, believe her. Apologize and don’t call/text/picture message that number again. B) Let me introduce you to my friend, the apostrophe. It’s “it’s,” not “its,” and “you’re,” not “your.” And especially not “ur.” The apostrophe is also helpful in showing possession, as in “my friend’s phone.” Make sense? Finally, C) if this is what you do at 5:00 in the afternoon, make sure you never, ever drunk dial.

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This week in the blogosphere

On Tuesday, we found out (via twitter – you see, it is used for good and not for evil) that our friend Anissa Mayhew had suffered a stroke and was in the ICU. Her second major stroke, at the ripe old age of 35. Twitter was immediately overloaded with messages that included the phrase #prayingforanissa, and I know Jenny and I are among the thousands of people who have had her on their minds all week.

Anissa, her husband and their three children have been through way, way too much already. Since Anissa’s recovery from her first stroke, their youngest daughter was diagnosed with leukemia and just recently celebrated having been off chemo for one year. They seriously didn’t need this.

While the latest reports on Anissa’s condition are encouraging (she has attempted to open her eyes and has had some response to familiar voices), her condition is still extremely serious, and she and her family could really use prayers and positive thoughts.

Here are some relevant links:
Anissa’s husband’s updates on her condition.
More updates can be found on Anissa’s website, Aiming Low.
Anissa’s famous post about recovering from her first stroke.
Anissa’s twitter feed and the official twitter feed for updates on her.

Take a minute to read some of her posts. In spite of the serious nature of her blog, she is the funniest person ever. And we really, really want her to wake up.

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Sammy’s Day with Aunt Anna

On Wednesday, my sister kept our kids while we were at work, and she and Sammy had some bonding time while Kate was at school. Sammy (and Kate) looooooves Aunt Anna, or Nah-Nah, as he calls her, and just about flips out with excitement every time he sees her.

And after looking at the pictures of their day, I can see why! It looks fun!

Rockin’ out:
sammy 1

M-I-C-K-E-Y…
sammy 2

Mama’s boy:
sammy 3

Hiding is his new favorite activity:
sammy 4

Cute boy:
sammy 5

A trip to the park:
sammy 6

Wore him out:

sammy 7

Our kids are so lucky to have such a great aunt to spend time with (and who takes such great pictures). Love you, Annie!

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