When a vacation day isn't a vacation day

I am starting to hate email. Actually, just work email. Sometimes email feels like that big tomato in "Attack of the killer tomatos." It just keeps coming at you and never stops. Eventually swallowing you whole. Burp. Excuse me.
It was only a few years ago when I could take a vacation day and not think about work. Now, in the age of crackberries and email, all I think about is how many emails I am going to have in my inbox when I go back to work.
Yes, I have tried all the different ways to organize this stuff. Tanks for nuttin'. Nothing seems to make a difference. Each email takes some kind of action... whether it's 30 seconds or 5 minutes. That adds up to a lot of time when your inbox screams "115!" When did our jobs go from production, or manager, to senior email answer person.
So, my PTO day at Torrey Pines on Monday was a little distracted by my blackberry buzzing in the bag. Why did I bring it? I don't know. Why do I sneak cookies when I am trying to shed 15 more pounds? It's like I think I am going to miss out on a call from President Obama if I don't have that damn blackberry with me. Hell, he even gets to keep his blackberry.
I had another PTO day today, but spent most the morning cleaning out my email inbox. President Obama did not email me... but everyone else did.
I have four more PTOs day in the next week, and even though I know it's wrong, I am going to check my emails everyday. Maybe it's a sense of feeling important that we love getting emails... I wish someone would send me an old fashion letter. I never get to check my mailbox anymore.
What I did today. Took James to school; helped load 27 tables into a truck and transported them to RBV high school for our big Drama Booster Gala; checked my emails; did a few chores; ran a bunch of errands; called my dad at the nursing home; took James to golf; picked James up from golf; took James to regrip his new putter; ate too much El Pollo Loco; watched American Idol; cooked Linz 6 tacos... typed in my blog.
Tomorrow is opening night for Linz' spring show and the Jolliff clan from Silverton and Keizer are coming to visit for 7 days. It's gonna be a blast!
We are picking them up at the airport after lunch... and after I finished reading all my blibidy-blah work emails.