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DIY = Do It Yourself
A legitimate complaint which my father-in-law has about the arrangement between he and his son here on his investment property is that we are supposed to be maintaining the landscape around his party house to his Gated Community standards. We are not. In this instance, "we = me" is fair enough since my husband and I discussed in great detail, in advance, that I would be the one doing the maintenance. I always have been the landscaper of our marriage, and I am the one with the flexible schedule, so it still makes sense to me. Hubby was even able to wrangle a few concessions on chemical treatments to protect the bees and allow some bee food on the property.
This morning the riding lawn mower, weed whackers and power hedge trimmers all sit dysfunctional. I am still working steps to get past "The Engineering Puppet Show" which paralyzes me every time I approach "Manly Work." Landscaping and small engine repair are among the official job titles on my spotty resume, so maintaining Gated Community landscape standards has many, many players within "The Engineering Puppet Show." I am eternally grateful that gardening and wild herb scouting are "allowed" within "The Engineering Puppet Show."
Some of you may remember me talking about my heartbreak over the older brother who has been mercilessly profiled for the crime of having been a sexual abuse victim. He was my early companion in mechanical adventures. He was a mechanical genius. I hear rumors that he still is, despite the ravages of folding in on himself in the face of the non-stop profiling since the late 60s when he and I went together to get help. I got help, he got profiled. My heart cries to bring him down here to work with me setting up a decent farm mechanic shop.
Instead, my caped crusader urges are crowding my thoughts again with the collective streams of THEYisms. Since I am a woman, a Feminist Crusader is all I can be.... Don't wanna go there again...
Still sorting...
A legitimate complaint which my father-in-law has about the arrangement between he and his son here on his investment property is that we are supposed to be maintaining the landscape around his party house to his Gated Community standards. We are not. In this instance, "we = me" is fair enough since my husband and I discussed in great detail, in advance, that I would be the one doing the maintenance. I always have been the landscaper of our marriage, and I am the one with the flexible schedule, so it still makes sense to me. Hubby was even able to wrangle a few concessions on chemical treatments to protect the bees and allow some bee food on the property.
This morning the riding lawn mower, weed whackers and power hedge trimmers all sit dysfunctional. I am still working steps to get past "The Engineering Puppet Show" which paralyzes me every time I approach "Manly Work." Landscaping and small engine repair are among the official job titles on my spotty resume, so maintaining Gated Community landscape standards has many, many players within "The Engineering Puppet Show." I am eternally grateful that gardening and wild herb scouting are "allowed" within "The Engineering Puppet Show."
Some of you may remember me talking about my heartbreak over the older brother who has been mercilessly profiled for the crime of having been a sexual abuse victim. He was my early companion in mechanical adventures. He was a mechanical genius. I hear rumors that he still is, despite the ravages of folding in on himself in the face of the non-stop profiling since the late 60s when he and I went together to get help. I got help, he got profiled. My heart cries to bring him down here to work with me setting up a decent farm mechanic shop.
Instead, my caped crusader urges are crowding my thoughts again with the collective streams of THEYisms. Since I am a woman, a Feminist Crusader is all I can be.... Don't wanna go there again...
Still sorting...
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Hey all, i know its been quite awhile since i posted on here. Its been a summer all right. Its been something else........... You know how they say not to open the can of worms? Well a few months ago i decided to find out what my due date would have been for my first baby, the one conceived by r***. My baby would have been due on March 4th of 2006. They would be 20 years old. I was R**** on June...
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My day...today...misplaced my debit card...didn't realize it until I got to the register after shopping to a full cart. Used a different debit card and pulled apart everything looking for missing debit card before I left parking lot. Got home, dropped keys. So now I have a missing debit card, missing keys. A full cartload to unload and put away. I got everything put away.Dumped purse for a...
I used to rent my goats out some times. They were great brush eaters and would come to their names when called. But at 150lbs and stubborn to a tee, they were too strong for me to handle alone. I gave them to the lady who is now also watching my horses where they are beloved pets.
There are people up here who will bring in a herd of goats to mow and clean out property. They make pretty good money. It would be cheaper to buy one's own goats then to rent them!
alright, I have to get some work done. wish me luck
My hired-out project went up in flames (or down in them?) and here I am, a capable DIYer who can't Do It because of my body.... Spinning mental tires in the emotional mud here, because I *want* to do and *cannot*. (Particularly aggravating since the project wa sinstalling a stair railing and I fell on the stairs *again* waiting for the contractor to do it, and my knees hurt so bad I am ready to chew brick and spit nails. Argh.)
Symapthies and positive vibes, about your brother, the investment property (which around here we call Money Pits) and all else.:-)
So sorry your contractors let you down, Leo. Even more sorry that you have to use contractors instead of your own capabilities. I know that's gotta bite and then some. Hope you have better luck with the next one. I never have had stairs in any of my own houses, but a railing seems like it would be pretty essential.
I never did make it out to the garage, but I did manage to stay active all day. I consider that progress. So does the garden bed I worked on. Gardening is nature's own medication.