That nit wit who wrote to Dear Abby...
...because her hubby did the housework backwards annoyed more people than just me:
So let me see if I've got this right, she writes Dear Abby because her husband doesn't do housework in the correct sequence? This is what I mean when I talk about people taking things for grant
Yep. Can you imagine how she would react to a REAL problem? I would have realized that I was lucky to have a guy who would do dishes by the time I was 12. This nut must have had a very easy life if she considers this a problem. Coco is right, a good smack upside the head might help her a tad. I'd do it myself if I knew where she was.
And of COURSE you dust first, then vacuum...why wipe dirt on the floor you just vacuumed? Makes no sense.
No, it doesn't make any sense to do it the other way You'd think that a germophobe like that would think it through and figure it out. But I can't imagine even noticing the order in which a man did something like housework. I'd just be impressed that he did it. I remember walking into the kitchen once when I was a teenager to find my father doing dishes. I thought that I was in trouble but he didn't say a word, he just kept on washing them. I've often wondered what in the heck he was doing that day. Even now if I'm around he wouldn't consider doing the dishes and I wouldn't consider letting him...too scary.
And as for the blog being screwed up:
Yeah! That is so much better. Thanks for fixing that- you have so much to say and that box was a pain. Now that reflects my personality a bit- I wondered if it was just me but I just had to open my mouth anyway! My H would call that my compulsive self I think.
Well, I understand why you DID...what I don't understand is why everyone else DIDN'T. My blog is too important to me to let it have stupid crap over the stuff I write. If I know there's a problem, I will fix it. If I don't, I'm just a happy idiot typing away.
WooHoo!! that crazy box is gone from the top of the blog! :)Yes, I could see it. It had been on my screen since I started reading your blog. I just thought it was my browser
As did another person...but she sent me a snapshot of it when you commented about it. Then I knew what it was...I just got rid of a bunch of other stuff while I was in the template. If anyone misses any of that, let me know and I'll put it back. But, not the Best of the Web stuff, that was causing the problem.
The blog wouldn't load for me for the past 2 days either, although, it loaded fine this morning. I have no idea why.
I wonder, did it load but there was no post? Usually when that happens it's because there is a long URL posted somewhere. For some reason, that takes the posts to the bottom of the page. If you get the background, scroll down and the rest of it will be there. Solaris sent a URL that made the blog go down to the bottom but I didn't think it would be a problem if it was in the comments. Now I know better. (Don't worry girl, it's not a problem, I let it happen. That's why that comment is gone, I had to zap it to make the blog come back to the top.)
Meg, you big tease. Now if you read that transition post carefully "standup act" you know it needed something. Although I suppose I deserve some leg pulling too.
Absolutely. You have a penis, don't you? That makes you fair game in my book. :) Of course I knew what you meant. But now it bugs the heck out of me when I make a severe transition so I guess the joke's on me.
Nothing like a white Easter. I had just put my snow shovels away a week ago. You want me to send you a box of the white stuff to play with the grandkids?
Sure, but you better send it by FedEx with some dry ice. Just let me know when it's coming so I can sit at home all day again waiting for the FedEx guy. I hate leaving my house anyway, I just won't schedule anything else when the snow is coming. I love having an excuse not to leave the house and "the FedEx guy is coming" is perfect.
You know what I would do with snow if I had it? I'd make snow ice cream. Here in Georgia it's the coldest it's been in over 100 years (in April). Of course, that's not really very cold, it should be in the 80's here now so 60 is cold. I grew up in Chicago so I did my time with the white stuff. I learned to drive in that crap. I could get my car out of snow or ice when men couldn't. I always carried a bag of old curtains or sheets in the trunk and I would wrap the tires up with them and roll out of the slipperiest ice that there was.
The very quickest way if you don't have the equipment is to look for a photo or computer store that does the service. But that quick way may be costly, unless you're talking about a couple of tapes.
Right now I just have one tape to worry about. I want to put a video on the blog...just once. If I had a new computer I would do it all the time but this computer was purchased a couple of years before Rick left so it's not only old...it's full of viri.
I like the idea of paying someone to do it for me. When I get a new PC, I'll be able to do it everyday.
OK, I have to suck coffee now. I slept with the kids and one of them had bad breathe and kept breathing on me. She brushed her teeth last night...I don't know why she smelled like that. Then she would roll over and smack me in the head and that woke me up as well. Then, I woke up a few times halfway off the bed because she rolled over and pushed me out. It was a queen-sized bed so that kid must move an awful lot. I'm not used to having anyone else in bed with me anymore so that drove me a bit nuts. I was up almost all night just listening to murder mystery shows like American Justice or something like it.
I still feel like I havn't gone to bed at all and my father is driving down here as I type this. He bought a new Town Car for 50 grand and has to show it to me on his way to Tennessee. I'm trying to talk him into driving home to Tampa from Tennessee by way of California. He's always wanted to drive up the Pacific Coast Highway and I did that 30 years ago...I think it's time he did it now. If he waits much longer he might be one of those dangerous old people of whom everyone is afraid. He's wanted to do that ever since he saw the movie Bullit and that's an old movie.
OK, the puter is acting up so I don't know how much longer it will let me do this...but I'll try for a bit.
Oh, the kids woke up here and looked for eggs and saw their baskets. Their mother told them that the Easter Bunny wouldn't be able to find them if they stayed here so I told them that I spoke to the Easter Bunny myself and told him to go to BOTH houses. Now I get credit for EVERYTHING.
Since I knew they would be going home by lunchtime, I had Easter dinner yesterday. Now I have leftover turkey so I don't have to cook for my father, he can have a sandwich. But, I do have to clean up the house and since the kids messed it up, my son has to help. There's no way that he would have to clean up more of other people's mess than I do, but at least I have some help with it. And you won't see me writing to Dear Abby if he dusts AFTER he vacuums. I'd be in shock if he did either.
Meg
...because her hubby did the housework backwards annoyed more people than just me:
So let me see if I've got this right, she writes Dear Abby because her husband doesn't do housework in the correct sequence? This is what I mean when I talk about people taking things for grant
Yep. Can you imagine how she would react to a REAL problem? I would have realized that I was lucky to have a guy who would do dishes by the time I was 12. This nut must have had a very easy life if she considers this a problem. Coco is right, a good smack upside the head might help her a tad. I'd do it myself if I knew where she was.
And of COURSE you dust first, then vacuum...why wipe dirt on the floor you just vacuumed? Makes no sense.
No, it doesn't make any sense to do it the other way You'd think that a germophobe like that would think it through and figure it out. But I can't imagine even noticing the order in which a man did something like housework. I'd just be impressed that he did it. I remember walking into the kitchen once when I was a teenager to find my father doing dishes. I thought that I was in trouble but he didn't say a word, he just kept on washing them. I've often wondered what in the heck he was doing that day. Even now if I'm around he wouldn't consider doing the dishes and I wouldn't consider letting him...too scary.
And as for the blog being screwed up:
Yeah! That is so much better. Thanks for fixing that- you have so much to say and that box was a pain. Now that reflects my personality a bit- I wondered if it was just me but I just had to open my mouth anyway! My H would call that my compulsive self I think.
Well, I understand why you DID...what I don't understand is why everyone else DIDN'T. My blog is too important to me to let it have stupid crap over the stuff I write. If I know there's a problem, I will fix it. If I don't, I'm just a happy idiot typing away.
WooHoo!! that crazy box is gone from the top of the blog! :)Yes, I could see it. It had been on my screen since I started reading your blog. I just thought it was my browser
As did another person...but she sent me a snapshot of it when you commented about it. Then I knew what it was...I just got rid of a bunch of other stuff while I was in the template. If anyone misses any of that, let me know and I'll put it back. But, not the Best of the Web stuff, that was causing the problem.
The blog wouldn't load for me for the past 2 days either, although, it loaded fine this morning. I have no idea why.
I wonder, did it load but there was no post? Usually when that happens it's because there is a long URL posted somewhere. For some reason, that takes the posts to the bottom of the page. If you get the background, scroll down and the rest of it will be there. Solaris sent a URL that made the blog go down to the bottom but I didn't think it would be a problem if it was in the comments. Now I know better. (Don't worry girl, it's not a problem, I let it happen. That's why that comment is gone, I had to zap it to make the blog come back to the top.)
Meg, you big tease. Now if you read that transition post carefully "standup act" you know it needed something. Although I suppose I deserve some leg pulling too.
Absolutely. You have a penis, don't you? That makes you fair game in my book. :) Of course I knew what you meant. But now it bugs the heck out of me when I make a severe transition so I guess the joke's on me.
Nothing like a white Easter. I had just put my snow shovels away a week ago. You want me to send you a box of the white stuff to play with the grandkids?
Sure, but you better send it by FedEx with some dry ice. Just let me know when it's coming so I can sit at home all day again waiting for the FedEx guy. I hate leaving my house anyway, I just won't schedule anything else when the snow is coming. I love having an excuse not to leave the house and "the FedEx guy is coming" is perfect.
You know what I would do with snow if I had it? I'd make snow ice cream. Here in Georgia it's the coldest it's been in over 100 years (in April). Of course, that's not really very cold, it should be in the 80's here now so 60 is cold. I grew up in Chicago so I did my time with the white stuff. I learned to drive in that crap. I could get my car out of snow or ice when men couldn't. I always carried a bag of old curtains or sheets in the trunk and I would wrap the tires up with them and roll out of the slipperiest ice that there was.
The very quickest way if you don't have the equipment is to look for a photo or computer store that does the service. But that quick way may be costly, unless you're talking about a couple of tapes.
Right now I just have one tape to worry about. I want to put a video on the blog...just once. If I had a new computer I would do it all the time but this computer was purchased a couple of years before Rick left so it's not only old...it's full of viri.
I like the idea of paying someone to do it for me. When I get a new PC, I'll be able to do it everyday.
OK, I have to suck coffee now. I slept with the kids and one of them had bad breathe and kept breathing on me. She brushed her teeth last night...I don't know why she smelled like that. Then she would roll over and smack me in the head and that woke me up as well. Then, I woke up a few times halfway off the bed because she rolled over and pushed me out. It was a queen-sized bed so that kid must move an awful lot. I'm not used to having anyone else in bed with me anymore so that drove me a bit nuts. I was up almost all night just listening to murder mystery shows like American Justice or something like it.
I still feel like I havn't gone to bed at all and my father is driving down here as I type this. He bought a new Town Car for 50 grand and has to show it to me on his way to Tennessee. I'm trying to talk him into driving home to Tampa from Tennessee by way of California. He's always wanted to drive up the Pacific Coast Highway and I did that 30 years ago...I think it's time he did it now. If he waits much longer he might be one of those dangerous old people of whom everyone is afraid. He's wanted to do that ever since he saw the movie Bullit and that's an old movie.
OK, the puter is acting up so I don't know how much longer it will let me do this...but I'll try for a bit.
Oh, the kids woke up here and looked for eggs and saw their baskets. Their mother told them that the Easter Bunny wouldn't be able to find them if they stayed here so I told them that I spoke to the Easter Bunny myself and told him to go to BOTH houses. Now I get credit for EVERYTHING.
Since I knew they would be going home by lunchtime, I had Easter dinner yesterday. Now I have leftover turkey so I don't have to cook for my father, he can have a sandwich. But, I do have to clean up the house and since the kids messed it up, my son has to help. There's no way that he would have to clean up more of other people's mess than I do, but at least I have some help with it. And you won't see me writing to Dear Abby if he dusts AFTER he vacuums. I'd be in shock if he did either.
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 7:39 AM
1 Comments:
Um, I dust last. The vaccuum cleaner stirs up lost of dust!
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