I had one of the most mundane wonderful weekends ever. I love the low excitement, regular life stuff.
I took Friday off to do spring cleaning. I cleaned my whole place and my porch. I bought a new shower curtain and rugs for the bathroom. I bought a new springtime flag and a pretty sign to hang on my door that say “Love to all who enter here”. Yes, I’m corny like that. Here are some pictures.
Yesterday, I bought some birdseed and wild animal feed. I spread it around the front and side yard and have enjoyed watching the squirrels and birds go crazy. I like feeding the wildlife. Some people get pissed off about it, but I say screw them. It makes me happy to hear the birds chirping and the squirrels fed.
I did laundry this morning and I have to say, probably for the 1000’th time, that I hate the laundry mat. Hate hate hate it.. I do my laundry every two weeks. This includes clothing, towels, and sheets. I usually take up about 6 washers. I get there today and it’s crazy busy. I load up the washers and sit down to wait. A younger man and his mother are loading up dryers near me and he starts yelling at her. Calling her a fucking liar and how if she died he wouldn’t fucking care. He kept repeating, “I wouldn’t even fucking care.” I shot him a dirty look which he caught. After a while, I loaded the dryers and sat back down. A young Mexican woman sat down next to me with a baby. I smiled at her and she smiled at me. I happy to inform you, my wonderful readers, that she had her canine teeth capped with vampire fangs that had gold stripes going down them. Fucking classy, right?
My aunt got some bad news recently. I seems that some of her tumors have grown. She’s been in a lot of pain and they put her on morphine. I’ve been around cancer to know what this means. She’s coming to NJ to visit in two weeks and I have to make the most of the visit. I have to be honest with myself and admit that it might be the last time I see her.
I’m watching No Country for Old Men and it’s good, except I’ve come to realize that the older I get the more I can’t deal with these violent movies. I don’t want to watch them, it makes me sick and disturbs me. And I can’t take all of the animals being killed. I know they really weren’t killed, but I don’t want to think about it.
I suppose my sister is doing okay. I haven’t heard anything. My dad hasn’t called me since she got out of the hospital. I guess he doesn’t need me. I asked him to give me her address and a telephone number where I could reach her. And I’m still waiting. Nice, huh?
And lastly, I hate cell phones. I hate when people call me on my cell to tell me stupid shit or to just talk. I have a home line and when I’m not home, leave me a fucking message. Unless it’s an emergency or if you need me to pick something up for you or something like that, there is no reason to disturb me while I’m shopping or driving. I have no desire to talk on the phone in front of strangers. Again, leave a message on my home answering machine and I’ll call you back. I know it’s old school, but I like it that way.
Fresh Air Lover 
I love weekends like that, too.
Vampire fangs with stripes?!?! I wonder if it will run in the family and the baby will end up with them too?
I also like the “old school” home answering machine or voice mail. I think in the past week I’ve used my cell phone twice and I do not text. I don’t even know how to send one on my phone.
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Hadley
I too hate cell phones. I especially loathe and detest anyone who leaves a ringer on and/or answers in a restaurant. Maybe that makes me a snob, but I can’t stand listening to people drone on the phone about being at lunch and which restaurant they are at, BLAH BLAH BLAH… Just let me enjoy my Cobb salad with a side of shut the hell up.
I do however admit to calling people while out on the road. Sometimes the radio or CDs just aren’t enough to break up the monotony of a 5 hour drive.
Good luck to your aunt, and I hope your visit goes well.
I am sorry to hear that your aunt is not doing so well. She is in my thoughts.
I am glad that you ha a nice quiet weekend.
The laundry mat totally sucks, I hate it too. It is such a time waster and the most interesting people tend to hang out there. It is such a pain!
I’m really sorry to hear about your aunt.
I love going to the laundry mat. It’s always full of people I would never otherwise interact with. They make me giggle.
I’m the same way about the cell phone. I don’t even answer mine; I bought it for emergencies and if the kids need to get a hold of me. Other than that, call me at home. And for gosh sakes don’t text me.
I’m sorry to hear about your aunt. Remember the times you will have with her.
The laundry mat is awful. My biggest pet peeve there is when people smoke next to my clean laundry. Hooray, I get to spend a young fortune cleaning my clothes only to have them smell like a bar when I get home. Delightful!!
Have a great week, glad you finally got a nice weekend to yourself!!
I’m with you on the cell phone issue. My sister will call me and say, “blah, blah, blah, hang on just a sec. Yeah, I’ll have a number three with a diet coke. Oh, and extra mustard. Thanks. So, then Ashely was like. . . .” And I think, “seriously? You could have called me back. I’m almost embarrassed for you.”
I am so sorry about your aunt and I hope your sister is OK.
I want to do a survey of the names people have for public places to do one’s laundry. You and one of your readers said laundry mat. I have never heard that. I’ve heard laundromat, which I don’t understand either. And in Louisiana, I actually saw a Washeteria. I kid you not.
What really, really bothered me about that movie was the memory of growing up in a small town – out in the middle of nowhere – and having those creepy fucks coming through and fucking things up. I remember a few times locking our house down because some crazed idiot was driving up our road with a gun loaded. ….. THE HELL?? I watched that movie and got scared all over again. Still, a good movie, but I was freaked.
LOL Lex, I say Washeteria- as a matter of fact, the sign on the building just says “Washateria” no name.
Anyway Debbie, I am really sorry to hear about your Aunt, I’m sending prayers & positive thoughts your way. I’m glad you will have an opportunity to visit with her.
As far as your sister goes, it’s a shame he hasn’t given you the info, but I have always felt that no news was good news so I hope I’m right in this case.
I LOVE feeding the birds and squirrels too. K HATES it, but I don’t care. It makes me happy too.
I tried to tell her that Washaterias are the normal thing down here. Lex had to see it for herself.
I hate them too, though. I once went to a 24-hour one late at night, and a homeless man walked in and started stripping and putting his clothes into the machine. When he got down to just his tidy not-so-whiteys, he started toward me.
So, yeah, I don’t like ’em either.
Prayers for your aunt and your sister. And one for your dad too. He might benefit.
Vampire fangs with gold stripes, eh? Sometimes I wonder what the hell goes through people’s minds when I see shit like that.
I also find myself becoming more disturbed by violent films. I hear enough about the violence we inflict on one another without having to see it as well.
I find that 95% of the time, my cell phone is used as a camera so I can document stupidity while I’m out and about.
I’m sending good thoughts to your aunt and your sister as well as to to you.