Old milk can in the weeds down the road at the junkyard. I thought it said Sweet and I thought that was funny, but, when I got close, it said Swift. Probably a dairy name. The junkyard belongs to my cousin and it's usually neat and orderly, but, this thing is sitting out like it's a treasure. I'm sure it is, if you live in 1970 and need something to go with your spool table and macrame plant hangers. Mom will probably bring it home.*
There was a hole in my glass coffee pot this morning, a big hole. Like a BB gun hole, I was like WTF? So I ran up to the used store and bought another glass carafe and then the damn coffee pot mechanics broke. I go through coffee pots like no one I know. I should just buy three at a time. So, I went to the gas station for coffee and on my second trip out the door, I saw this big red double cab truck in front of mom's house. I ignored it. When I got home the old lady was outside with some guy I don't know and she was pointing at her house and then at my house and he was nodding. I walked past them she called out "Good morning!," like it actually was a good morning, which it isn't so far. I nodded and kept on going. I don't know what the fuck she's up to now, but, it can't be good.
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It's bad when you're scared of what your crazy mother will do to her house and worse, your house before you can stop her. This could be really bad. She's already got her side yard all messed up again. Besides the stuffed chair she rescued, she now has a broken bench laying on it's side back there (can not be fixed) and a bunch of cat carriers and about 20 milk jugs with foul milk still in them. She asked me the other day why I didn't mow it. I told her, what am I supposed to mow, you're junk? I can't mow that. Now it's clear she's hired some contractor to do....something. She's crazy and I'm scared. I just wanted a cup of coffee.
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I go through coffee pots like mad as well. Actually, anything that plugs in seems to be disposable once it enters my house. I'm beginning to think I have some weird energy or magnetic field that short circuits electronics. Is that possible?
Yes, it is. I can't wear a watch at all.
Oh, gawd no. She's trying to have this dude build a cheap ass lattice and plywood porch thing to connect our houses. I am going to kill someone. I told you she's insane.
maybe he's gonna haul off the junk? that would be great.
Goodwill has coffee pots all the time. But you prob dont live near one. Dollar General, since they dont last long, why buy an expensive one? Could it be your wiring in the house/kitchen?
Love the fairy icon! beautiful. NO!!!! She can't connect to you. Iwould kill myself if my mom had ever tried that. I couldnt even live in the same county as her! Same state alot of times! Thats how bad I wanted away!!! She's dead now.
Rox
Got one of those outside someplace. I never found a use for it, inside or out. There is no use, thats why it is sitting there. No point. And thats why it is STILL sitting there, no one wants it. People used to poke that tall african grass feathery stuff in those & sit them in a corner, yea, 70's is right!
Mom's have serious boundary issues sometimes. At least mine anyway. I went away on business once and came back to a completely different bathroom. I thought I was going nuts.
Mom had come in, repainted, changed all the lighting, faucets, knobs, shower curtain, everything. I had to take her keys away after that.
I actually like those old milk jug things! Not that I would have a bunch just laying around, but it would be pretty cool to use as a planter . I am a sucker for old things and 70's fresh items. "One person's junk..... ;)
Alanna Smithee, I remember reading your post on that and I was so mad. You'd just redecorated it the way YOU liked it too. I just can't believe the way our mothers behave. WTF is wrong with them???
I have no idea. They love us and just express it in odd ways sometimes. That's the theory I'm sticking with anyway.
Pat, if he comes over trying to build anything on your house, put your best witch look on, grab a pot and a broom and cackle a spell like there's no tomorrow while saying his name. I'd be front row to watch that poor man's look. That'll tell your mother!
Oh and if your mother has your keys, TAKE THEM AWAY!!!
Hey now, no snarky comments on milk cans, ya hear? I have one in the vestibule of one of our entrances. My cats like to sit on it and look outdoors when it is too cold to go out. I like it and it fits in with a lot of my house.
As for the porch.....smack 'em with your broom....or the milk can for that matter :) Then on to mommy dearest (just joking about the mom......kinda ;) )
At least you can make good coffee...
LOL at Moon. We insulted her milk can. Hey, if your cat likes it, it can't be all bad.
I have a big milk can in my yard. The lid is fused on and it is painted yellow with flower decorations. I bought it about 10 years ago for $5. It sat in the house when I was in my country homey phase for a long time. I tried to sell it at a yard sale but no takers. So it sits in the garden.
I would DIE if I did not have a coffee pot. I actually bought one of those french presses just in case.
I'd rather have a milk can in my garden than the fire hydrant ny BIL dropped off. And it is toooo heavy for me to move. I think it was stolen from the nearest big city. (and, no, I never asked for it. He was a jackass)
omg I can't wear a watch! what's that about I've always wanted to know!
If they go near your yard call the police. I can't believe someone would go ahead and work on a house without proof of ownership. If they are that stupid, they need suing.
My mother doesn't redecorate my house but she does try to redecorate my psyche. She told me once the the miscarriages I had years ago were my fault for going behind her back and getting acne medication from the Dr. I had a pizza face that scared children and started staying indoors all the time because I was so ashamed. I figured, at 17, this was justification since my mother didn't want to get me help. Plus I got my Dad's permission behind her back - something I never did before and only once since. Anyway she still holds it against me - 30 years later. She rejects my reality/decor and substitutes her own. I hate her taste.
Frick, I talk too much.
Use the milk can outside your door to put wet umbrellas in. they won't fly off and if the can gets blown over, it won't hurt.
I have a spite story about a milk can. My sister is very much into the geneology of our family. There is a missing part in her work because of a fire at an old courthouse. A "friend" of her's found a milkcan with our last name on it. We know there was a dairy somewhere in the missing part. She would like to buy the can from this "friend", but the friend won't sell it to her. I'm sure he knows what it would mean to her and he would normally give you the shirt off his back---but for some reason not the can. He probably doesn't even know where it is now. I think he is anal retentive! Why are some people just so nuts?
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