>BSOW: When Nature Calls


It’s Friday!! Woot Woot Woot!! I’m always excited for Friday, even though my days don’t change much over the weekends. Maybe I’m always so excited about Fridays because I get to introduce you to some really awesome bloggers? Yeah, that must be it, and this week’s Best Scoop of the Week is no exception.

She’s learned how to “Go big or go home“. She gives you fantastic advice on raising happy teenage girls.
She know how to make the most out of a day. She knows how far it is to Heaven and she shows you the way. (this is a must read. It is filled with gorgeous pictures and a great philosophy). She’s got an interesting view on family. She’s even had an attitude changing moment. Her car dancing abilities are what caused me to get a deep blog crush on her. She’s just awesome.

I’m incredibly pleased to introduce you to Angelia of Living, Loving, Laughing.


If you could CTRL ALT Delete one moment from your life and start over, what would it be?

I have asked myself this very question, many times. What would I change if I could? What is my redo moment? My world is a ball of clay that I can reform by just a crumpling it up and starting over.

I could buy that winning lotto ticket, instead of the losing one. 

I could become that Eastern Airlines flight attendant, instead of not being employed when their strike ended in 1989.

I would have picked the other guy at the bar, and gone flying in a helicopter, instead of selecting to hang with the man who became my second (horribly abusive) ex-husband.

Or that moment of free-fall, when I didn’t see the sidewalk end, but stepped off into air. That is, until I feel straight forward, and broke my wrist in not one, but two places. I had to wear a cast for seven weeks, while working in a job that requires typing all day.

The things I could to with a ctrl+alt+delete life moment.

But no, changing something major would make me a different person. I’d have a different life. I’d be in a different town, home, or relationship. All the things I would have missed that have made me – me.

No, I know what moment I would change. It’s not any of those. It was a moment of desperate need. I had my iPhone in my pocket, earphone mic plugged in. My mom was on the line and I was talking hands free through the mic. One of our weekly (or every few days chat), and it wasn’t quite over. But, I had to go. You know? Number one. And I could not hold it any more, but mom was going on and on and on.

I’m doing the tee tee dance outside the bathroom door.

Finally, I think to myself – just go – she doesn’t care. She is my mom for goodness sakes. And I did. Oh I did. And it was SUCH a relief. Ahhhh…..

I was in so much bliss. I wasn’t being very observant, so when I turned around to flush the toilet – it was THAT moment. My ctrl+alt+delete moment. My iPhone slide out of my pocket and plopped right into the toilet. Not only just the toilet, but the toilet that was full of wee.

What seemed like slo-mo, I snatch my precious iPhone out of the bowl by the earphone mic cords. It flew up, sparkling and soaked.

Nooooooooo! It was a second. It was only a second in the water. The top was plugged by the earphones. Please, be alive, please be alive, please be alive.

I am drying it off gently, like a I have a newborn babe. I use an anti-bacterial wipe to gingerly swipe the wee away. I am about to give it mouth to mouth, but it works. It’s breathing.

My joy is short-lived as I see the water stain under the screen….spreading…..

infecting, and drenching the delicate parts that make my iPhone a part of my hands.

It worked two more weeks, then died for good. My only option was to buy a new one. Warranty does not cover water damage.

When I took it into the Apple store, the man said there was still water inside it when he opened it up. Gee, I hope he washed his hands after, if not, maybe that’s HIS ctrl+alt+del moment, yes?

Thanks for hanging out at my place today, Angelia. Let’s all show her some love at Living, Loving, Laughing. Don’t forget to stop back in tomorrow for her fabulous guest post. I can’t wait.
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9 thoughts on “>BSOW: When Nature Calls

  1. >I have been guilty of dropping my phone in the toilet already (luckily not after I went though) but I know being without my phone for any length of time is like missing an extra limb. I couldn't help laughing at the poor IT guy. There are some things you are better off not knowing.

  2. >I understand cell phones not being covered for water dunking and in your case PEE dunking. But the Iphone is crazy sensitive. This is no lie – my daughter is a concessions vendor and it rained during work. People gave her 'wet' money but not drenched – just WET. You guessed it, the Iphone water sensors went off in her belly pack and it killed the phone. Had to replace with a Refurb for $200. W.C.C.

  3. >I've TOTALLY done that. That slow motion moment when you are thinking, right after the splash "That did NOT JUST HAPPEN!"But it did. It was my work phone. Imagine me trying to convince the IT guy at work that it fell into, um, a bowl of water? Yeah, he believed me. I'd like to Ctrl+alt+delete a few emails I should never have sent. Scathing, ugly things I wrote when I was angry, that were meant to be cruel and hurt, and they did. I would give anything now to take them back.

  4. >@Dazee Dreamer They have these little lights they use to check inside the phone. There is a secret trigger inside that turns red when it's been in water. Sneaky, huh?Thank you for featuring me! I love the paragraph and links. Awesome! You are the Queen of the Poop! I heart you greatly. 🙂

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