June 10, 2006

  • Weak Week

        Monday
        •  Wrote about Sunday picnic fiasco
        •  Mowed, mowed, and mowed.

        Tuesday
        •  Put out a fire at the bank.  No, I'm not overdrawn this week, there was really a FIRE.  While sitting in line at the ATM I noticed the mulch around the aesthetically-placed-parking-lot shrubs was smoldering.  (Yep, you got it!  Some big dumb dufus threw a lit cigarette out.)
           Bank was closed.....nobody around but the guy in front of me, who couldn't see the fire from his car.  Nothing to do but jump out of my car & start stomping the fire. Unfortunately I was wearing my mocassins and also unfortunately, the mulch was about six inches deep and burning all the way through.  YEE-OUCHIE!  Then I remembered I had a bottle of water in the car.  (Yes, I know.  If I was any dumber I'd be a post.)
          Got the fire put out, but it was too late for the mocassins.  And they were my best pair, too!  Sigh.  Wonder if any Apaches ever encountered this problem while war-dancing around the fire?

        Wednesday
        •  Ugh.  Some icky virus attacked me.  All day long.  I figure I picked it up from some sicko at the grocery on Tuesday.  Or who knows?  Maybe some terrorist had tossed his leftover anthrax on the smoldering pine mulch at the bank.

        Thursday
        •  Beautiful day!  Windless and not a cloud in the sky!  Was blissfully enjoying my morning cup of blessed java and admiring paradise through my kitchen window.  Then suddenly.....c rrr aa c k, THUD!  A huge branch that used to be part of the bird-feeder tree is now on the ground.  Dunno why, except the tree IS very old.  Lin left me a chain saw, but I am the world's biggest chicken about chain saws, so the limb is still laying there.  Anybody know a good tree service?

        Friday
        •  Obsessive Olga from across the road woke me up and then called FOUR MORE TIMES -- count 'em, 4!  -- before noon (!) to tell me about her gingivitis.  I kid you not.  The woman is determined to drive me bonkers.  Feeling crazed and not having any mood-enhancing drugs to take, I opted to tackle the weeds around the fence just to get away from the goddamm phone!  Guess I was a little too enthusiastic about the eradication of the weeds though.  I broke my weed whacker.  Spent the rest of the day online trying to find replacement parts.

       
        Gawd.  Does anyone have a LIFE for sale?  I really need one.


Comments (12)

  • Mine's for sale..........not that anyone would really want it though.

  • Your life sounds wonderful to me. Props for you putting out the fire.
    Tricia

  • Wow, that's quite a week! Hope the feet are better by now.

    I can't recommend a tree service but I could lend you my chain saw. I know, I am a total freak but you've seen my yard and the *barn* attached to the house. Well, before that was built, this was woods...all pine trees, planted in a row. I apologized to, and cut down, over 100 big-a$$ed trees. Then cut them up. I learned to use the chain saw (more fun than I'd care to admit in public) and learned how to cut that first wedge into a tree so it would fall exactly where I wanted it, and figured out which trees to start with to lessen the chances of one of them getting hung up in other branches. (And how to put the chain back on when it fell off the chainsaw.) Since they've been gone, not only has a house been built, but the deciduous trees that we left standing (and built the barn around) have grown really huge and filled in so awesomely.

    Jeez. Like you needed a comment that long about cutting trees down when all I wanted to convey was that YOU CAN DO IT!

  • RYC: We're thought so alike it's scary. The same thing occured to me. Suspicious bitch sisters in spirit?

  • I could, perhaps, connect you to some body.

  • Wow, your week was full of stuff... I'd sell you mine... if I could find it... I had it here just a minute ago.... aw heck, sorry..  its gone.... i am game about a lot of stuff, but I am not sure a chain saw is one of them... and I don't think hubby wants to teach me anyways... he's afraid I might use it once too often..*evil grin*.... Kudos to your firefighting skills... and one last question... why would you pick up a bug at the grocery? You can find them free at any grammar school... Have a great Sunday....

  • RYC: A potholder? How do you win a potholder? Hope you are enjoying Sunday.
    Tricia

  • when people tell me they are doing a lot of firefighting at work, I usually assume they mean it metaphorically.

    RYC: lmao@ SWAT team. Nothing would surprise me...

  • r y c

    ---------------- KAZ INTERLUDE -------------------

    Feef! I think you are well aware of the real manliness of this particular man.

    Toasted Almond notwithstanding!

    ------------ END KAZ INTERLUDE -------------------

  • Ooh, I have a neighbor like that, too.

  • ryc some more

    ----------------- KAZ INTERLUDE --------------

    Yes, Feef. That chick. Unfortunately it didn't work out.
    She moved on to Smoothies. And I wasn't smooth enough, I guess.

    Painful, I know. Forgive me?

    ------------- END KAZ INTERLUDE --------------

  • What the heck did I type up ^ there? It was we thought...or we think...thunk...as for Edmund -he's done a lot of leavin'.

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