lisaviolet's diary

Sunday, June 22, 2008

otherstuff
05:28 PM - 06/22/2008

The topic: “Behind”
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Those of you with men in your lives, do they have a problem with the concept of “behind”? You know, when the waffle maker is “behind” the Hot Diggety Dogger in the cupboard or when the frozen bacon is “behind” something else in the freezer?

Or, as just happened this past week, when it’s proclaimed “the mustard is all gone” and it’s put on the list and a small container purchased at a local grocery and days later, a huge container purchased at Costco, only for a brand spanking new never opened large squeeze bottle of mustard found in the cupboard when putting the new huge container up, the never opened squeeze bottle positioned “behind” a bottle of ketchup?

That if it’s “behind” something else, it ceases to exist?

I swear. It happens a couple of times a week.

He says our new home will have no shelf deeper than a foot. He tells me “well, you know I never look behind anything…..”

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otherstuff
12:39 PM - 06/22/2008

The topic: Mosquitoes
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I hate them. A lady two houses down got West Nile virus last year and almost died.

I don’t know where they come from. We have no standing water around the house. And even though the past few days have been miserably hot and the house has been closed off with the A/C on, at night, both the guest and master baths are full of mosquitoes.

I can hear Brian in there, slamming his roll of paper towels against the wall. “I got you, you bastard!”

While I have one of those Swiffer duster things, the one with the extendable handle and I can smash the insects against high places on the ceiling and walls. And we kill them all.

Only to start over the next day.

I hate mosquitoes. And I’m afraid that our cats might get West Nile. No, it won’t kill them, but they can get a fever and be lethargic. For the older cats, like Bart, I don’t know how well they can recuperate.

I don’t know how they get in the house. If I knew, I’d for certain figure out a way to stop it.

I hate them.

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otherstuff
11:09 AM - 06/22/2008

The topic: The tally
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Did anyone notice the tally for the post last week? The money tally we find on our walks?

Brian found a twenty dollar bill. I gave him a bad time, told him it should be mine, but when I found it on my dresser later that day, I put it on his. After all, he was the one who found it. Except I’m the one who chose the route that morning.

*lol*

He said he bought lunch with it Friday.

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tales from the parkside
11:02 AM - 06/22/2008

The topic: Stuff
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Well, we might have mom’s place sold. And we might not have to do any work, you know, carpet cleaning, painting. The prospective owners even said they wouldn’t mind keeping the furniture! So, Brian and put out the boxes of clothes and kitchenware on Friday for pick up and left the furniture.

I heard from the park manager that the people who were interested in the coach were approved for their loan, but they haven’t called us yet. You’d think if they go the loan, they’d really want to contact us. I’m sure the lender will want to inspect the place.

Anyway, last week I finally got around to getting out the paperwork to get the place transferred into my name and going through mom’s stuff, I found a receipt from an auto body shop for $1200.00. Not for mom’s car. Not with mom’s name. But my mom obviously paid for it. I didn’t recognize the name and mom had never mentioned it to me.

And what I think happened? Mom had an accident and paid for it herself without involving her insurance company. I think back to when I mentioned the big scratch along the passenger side of her car “oh, it’s nothing, it happened in the parking lot at the grocery store”. Not at all the attitude I’d expect from her if someone hit her. Had she been drinking? Or just careless?

I’ll never know. I’m just glad no one was hurt.

Could this be another one of the straws on her back, the load that just kept getting a little heavier, until she just gave up?

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