Happy Birthday, Lysana!

And Laura, something is definitely wrong. There's no tripping in basketball.

Happy Birthday, Lysana

Much better, thanks. There was a worrisome couple of days when he seemed to be having a lot of disorientation and aphasia (guess where I know that word from, Theo), but he seems to be on the mend. Considering that he's pretty much the poster child for Bad Surgical Risk, we're all pretty relieved.

Did they ever determine the cause of the disorientation and aphasia, brenda? Where is he, now--home or rehab?

Laura, is there a way to address this with the officials? I am wimpy!mom, and like you, will be trying to defer to my more-athletic-than-I dh take the lead in this particular area with our kids (sons and daughter) because a good half of their sports games make me think, "They should stop and have some juice, and maybe a banana." But intentionally gunning for a kid to injure him, rather than accidentally injuring him, in the course of trying your hardest to get/block the ball, just seems way over the line for me.

Lobster and wine sounds like a perfectly lovely way to have a low-key birthday. I'm sorry the other stuff tried to muck it all up.

NillyNillyNilly. Hi Nilly!!!

Happy belated, Laura!! Happy birthday, Lysana!!

Burgers and beer is definitely a good thing.

The area code thing is weird now, since I only have a cell phone, so "technically" I live in 718, but my home phone is 646. Otherwise, I'm all about 617, 215, 202, 212. I haven't really lived that many places.

I was 617, and then 781, without moving, because they added more area codes to MA, a few years back. A while after that, they set it up such that we have to dial area codes, even when making the most local of calls. I remember thinking when I was calling my neighbor that I could have walked to her house more quickly.

A while after that, they set it up such that we have to dial area codes, even when making the most local of calls.

My mother was just bitching about that! MA started that sooner than most places, I think.

Yeah, they started it before they had to, but with an eye toward needing more exchanges--I think because of cell phones and modems, but I can't remember. I think we used to just have 617 and 413 (western part of the state). Then we had 617, 413, and 508. 508 was weirdly split between the more northernly parts of the north shore, and the south shore. Then they added 781, and 978 to the mix, and that seemed to take over the northernly part of the 508 and formerly 617 areas.

I'm never sure when I need to dial "1" now, before regional (but not local) calls. When I'm calling Boston, it seems to work whether or not I do it. Well, I think I dial "1" there as a default, but still? Silly.

Burgers and beer is definitely a good thing.

and the beer went down oh so well. it's the first alcoholic drink I've had since christmas! It might be time for a martini night in the near future.

Happy Birthday Lysana and Laura!

Yeah, they started it before they had to, but with an eye toward needing more exchanges--I think because of cell phones and modems, but I can't remember.

Partly. The biggest problem was that due to the old fashioned way that telephone switching worked, the regional phone companies (like Verizon) could only allocate phone numbers in blocks of 10,000 at a time (i.e., one complete telephone exchange) when they started selling off those numbers to resellers and cell phone companies. That used up all the exchanges in the area code pretty quickly, so they wound up having to create new area codes.

Except in RI, because we're so teeny.

I've had two area codes, 201 and 401.

That used up all the exchanges in the area code pretty quickly, so they wound up having to create new area codes.

Yeah, but it used to be that if you were calling within an area code, you only had to dial seven digits. MA went to ten-digit dialing way early. Even when NYC started doing overlaid area codes, you didn't have to dial the area code every time.

We've had to dial area codes for local calls in Maryland for years. It feels weird not to have to do it when I go back to St. Louis.