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Look, it’s not a photo of my dogs!! I thought this pond was absolutely beautiful – never seen lilies like this. I had to climb over a fence and dodge security cameras (the pond is on a bank compound and they have security everywhere) just for you…my beloved readers.
The contractor is dead!
Okay, I didn’t kill him but over the past six months I’ve certainly thought about it. I’ve officially fired them after they removed my lovely wooden baseboards to fix the wall and then…put vinyl back in its place.
WTF???
I’ve come to the conclusion that most men today can’t do a damned thing with their hands unless its wrapping those digits around their favorite friend. My father could do anything from electrical wiring, plumbing, building, wood working – whatever was needed. Any more most men couldn’t even change their own oil in their cars. When I was a kid I didn’t even know you could take your car to a garage to have that done!
I’ve decided the next man I sleep with will be a handy man who is actually HANDY for a change. I figure one way or another you end up paying for sex anyway, I may as well get something useful out of it besides multiple orgasms…
The contractor has once again invaded my home to work on the bathroom. For those of you who don’t know, the remodeling started in January, 2007.
Yes – JANUARY.
To say this has been a headache would be an understatement. I finally gave them their final orders in that if it isn’t done this week the attorney will be called.
Ya know – I really hate being like that but they are really driving me crazy. The bathroom is next to the library and when them hammering, banging and playing the music loud its almost impossible to write. It if wasn’t for the fact that I love my new shower, I would say that I regret beginning this mess but my shower is quite cool. Hopefully, I can post the final photos next week. (crossing fingers, toes, eyes…)
So what is Manic Monday all about? It’s the day of the week that I scramble around trying to get caught up from slacking over the weekend. So what is going on in my warped little mind today?
SPAM – Sometimes I just look at the spam messages I receive and I wonder, who the hell falls for this crap? Penis enlargment patches? Don’t they realize it will take a heck of a lot more than a PATCH to bring some men up to snuff. (sorry, couldn’t resist) Miracle diet pils? Honey, if they worked don’t you think Oprah would’ve been the first to know??
Judging from the type of spam I receive, it appears men seem to fall for it most. I receive more penis related emails than should be allowed.
POST OFFICE – What’s up with the post office? They increase the stamp rate by two cents but they increase the book rate postage more than .50 per book. Do I receive packaging service with that? No. Pickup? No. Discounted postage for a large amount of packages? Hell, no. And they want to know why most people prefer email…
Pantyhose – need I say more?
Bras – In general I don’t have an issue with bras but there are days when I don’t want to get dressed that I throw on a tshirt and sweats then feel GUILTY about not wearing a bra. What is up with that? If people don’t want to look at my sagging twins then get the hell out of my cleavage!
High Heels – I realize that Catherine deMedici is the ‘mother’ of the high heels but why should I have to pay for her lack of height with deformed feet? High heels simply aren’t natural and I ain’t wearing them!
Big Hair – why is it men can roll out of bed and go into public meanwhile women will be called ‘sloppy’ or ‘lazy’ if we don’t tend to our hair?
Sitting down to pee – When you’re dressed up (in the afforementioned hose and heels) I absolutely hate bathroom trips. I don’t know about anyone else but I can never get my hose back into a position that feels comfy.
PMS – I mean, COME ON. It’s not bad enough that everyone around us makes us crazy then the universe tosses in some hormonal hijinks? When is enough, enough?
Thong Panties – Okay, before sending me the emails…I do like thong panties once you get used to them. What I don’t like is when they get lost in your backside and you have to root around to find them again. (Yes, I have a big butt)
Polite and Accomodating – I’m pointing the finger at Donna Reed for this one. When I was a kid, I was raised to be polite and accomodating. I strive to make people feel welcome, make sure they have whatever they need – you get the picture. Anymore, that means you’re a pansy. “Oh, JC won’t mind if I bring my twelve kids to her Ladies Night…”
Yes, I will.
I’ve never been good at saying goodbye. I hang onto friendships long past their ‘expiriation’ date. This is never a good thing yet I do it every time. To quote Tyler Perry (or Madea – which ever you prefer):
Some friends are seasonal and when that season is up, you let them go.
That’s a hard one. How do you say good bye to someone you love? Recently I’ve taken on the mentality that I don’t want to leave anything unsaid. How sad is it when someone you love passes on and you can’t celebrate their life because all you can think of is what you wish you’d said.
I don’t want to be that person. I don’t want to be filled with regret when someone I love leaves this world and I wouldn’t wish that on my friends.
To borrow a line from Scrooge, the 1969 musical version of the story:
‘We never have all the time to say and do everything we wish for suddenly, we aren’t there anymore.”
And this is the ultimate lesson of life, IMHO. Our time here is finite and we should cram all the living we can into the time we’re given, and that includes saying what you feel is necessary to those around you.
One of the the issues that makes me the saddest is that there are several people in my life who have severed all contact with me. Over what – I don’t know or I don’t remember. Whatever it is I’m sure its petty and silly though at the time it seemed huge and insurmountable. I tried contacting the one nearest and dearest to my heart, and he won’t return my calls. This makes me so incredibly sad. First, I don’t know why he’s upset and since I have no way to reach him, I have no way of rectifying the situation or telling him how very much I love him and how much he’s changed my life. But if someone won’t meet you halfway, all you can do is wish them well and move on.
So I say to you, loyal readers, if there is something standing between you and someone you love, tear it down – you never know if there is a tomorrow for you to address it.