March 01, 2004


Tim graciously emailed me information about how to forward my home phone to my cell phone, and another German friend translated a brochure for me so I could get call-waiting here at home. Now I shouldn’t have to miss a call from Iraq. Friday night I told someone that I wouldn’t miss a call from my husband for anything in the world. And later I started thinking about that hyperbole.

What is my husband’s call worth?

I know I exaggerate when I say I wouldn’t miss it for the world or for a million dollars, which are common expressions, but something morbid inside of me pushed to find out what I would give to hear his voice. A hundred bucks? Probably not. I know my husband loves me and misses me, and I don’t need to pay a hundred bucks to hear that. Twenty bucks? Perhaps. Definitely ten.

The husband and I have a running gag where we measure money in terms of DVDs. Since we’re movie nuts (well, OK, I’m a bigger nut than he is…), we often measure something’s worth by how many DVDs we’d have to give up to have it. (Is a German cellphone worth six DVDs? So far I’d say no.) We measure my overtime at work as an extra DVD. And we even joked that his hazardous duty and separation pay from a year in Iraq would buy a heckuva lot of movies. It’s a funny increment of measurement, but it sometimes puts money in perspective for us.

I can safely say that I’d give a DVD to talk to him on the phone.

Posted by Sarah at March 1, 2004 09:32 AM

When we go gambling and such I think of money in those kind of terms... dang, we just lost a day's pay!

As for missing a call, I know what you mean. For me it's just a constant awareness that it could be her LAST call and I can't miss that!!

Posted by: Beth at March 2, 2004 02:07 AM

While my husband was in OCS-the training academy and on 'lockdown' I never knew when he would be able to call. So I took that cell everywhere. I even took a call once while I was waiting tables. I was in the middle of taking an order, cell rang in the pocket, I said hold on and just walked away to answer. Bad form? You bet. Would I do it again? In a heartbeat. Is cell-phone etiquitte and work ethic more important than my husbands phone call? Absolutely not. Priorites.

Posted by: Heather at March 3, 2004 10:54 PM