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Tuesday, March 14, 2006
10:25:00 PM EST
Feeling Mischievous
Before my deceased husband and I were married his brother and sister-in-law bought a lot in a housing addition. They were promised water to be piped in within a matter of months. They built their house and waited and waited. The addition didn't build up well so they were living by hauling water. Mel, my husband ,always liked to learn to do things and help people. He was talented and learned fast. He took the bull by the horns or I should say he put the water in the pipes. He found an old water well rig and bought it. He ask questions, read and expermented. He and his brother drilled a water well. They got water, it wasn't the best but was okay for everything other then drinking. When they were through the rig sat there and sat there for years. The sister-in-law finally got tired of it in her yard and complained more then once. In the mean time Mel and I had been married and bought our house so guess who fell heir to a water drilling rig in her yard. Me. After a couple of years I grew tired of looking at it in my yard. No amount of nagging would make my husband get rid of it. So I started thinking what could I do to cover that damn thing up. I planted big blue morning glories all around it. I was pretty proud of myself. My own self made iron and wood trellis with green vines and blue flowers hanging down everywhere. My elderly neighbor always nagged me about that eyesore. She wouldn't say anything to my husband because she liked for him to repair things for her and she didn't want to upset him. She thought she could get him to get rid of it through me but it didn't work. Once the city came around from house to house checking and notifying people what they needed to dispose of in their yards. When the inspector came to my door he told me my husband needed to get rid of some boards stacked in the back yard that had gotten uncovered but he said the decorative piece in your side yard can stay. Was she livid when I told her the inspector called it a decorative piece. This was in the days when my daughters were teenagers and the bikini panties had just come into fashion. I still used a clothes line a lot even though I had a dryer. One day I felt a little rebelious and hung our unmentionables on the front line and not on the back line like my mother had taught me. Boy was I shocked when I happened to look out my kitchen window to see a van had pulled to the side of the street and someone inside was pointing a large camera at the drilling rig with the flowers right in line with our unmentionables.
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10:25:00 PM EST
Feeling Mischievous
Airing Our Clean Laundry
Before my deceased husband and I were married his brother and sister-in-law bought a lot in a housing addition. They were promised water to be piped in within a matter of months. They built their house and waited and waited. The addition didn't build up well so they were living by hauling water. Mel, my husband ,always liked to learn to do things and help people. He was talented and learned fast. He took the bull by the horns or I should say he put the water in the pipes. He found an old water well rig and bought it. He ask questions, read and expermented. He and his brother drilled a water well. They got water, it wasn't the best but was okay for everything other then drinking. When they were through the rig sat there and sat there for years. The sister-in-law finally got tired of it in her yard and complained more then once. In the mean time Mel and I had been married and bought our house so guess who fell heir to a water drilling rig in her yard. Me. After a couple of years I grew tired of looking at it in my yard. No amount of nagging would make my husband get rid of it. So I started thinking what could I do to cover that damn thing up. I planted big blue morning glories all around it. I was pretty proud of myself. My own self made iron and wood trellis with green vines and blue flowers hanging down everywhere. My elderly neighbor always nagged me about that eyesore. She wouldn't say anything to my husband because she liked for him to repair things for her and she didn't want to upset him. She thought she could get him to get rid of it through me but it didn't work. Once the city came around from house to house checking and notifying people what they needed to dispose of in their yards. When the inspector came to my door he told me my husband needed to get rid of some boards stacked in the back yard that had gotten uncovered but he said the decorative piece in your side yard can stay. Was she livid when I told her the inspector called it a decorative piece. This was in the days when my daughters were teenagers and the bikini panties had just come into fashion. I still used a clothes line a lot even though I had a dryer. One day I felt a little rebelious and hung our unmentionables on the front line and not on the back line like my mother had taught me. Boy was I shocked when I happened to look out my kitchen window to see a van had pulled to the side of the street and someone inside was pointing a large camera at the drilling rig with the flowers right in line with our unmentionables.
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That's a great story! Whatever happened to the water drilling thingy?
Lori
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Was that the last time you hung them there?
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Love the story! I also love the "unmentionables". For something unmentionable they get talked about a lot don't they. I once did home health care. One retired Admiral that had had a hip replaced needed help with bathing. the first few times i went he opted for a sponge bath. First he assured me he was quite harmless (hadn't worried about it before then). Then he told me to wash "as far down as possible" and "as far up as possible" then he would wash "possible". He roared like a lion when I said I thought he has just assured me that it was impossible. Paulette
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Hey that's a great idea! If I can't get my husband to get rid of his junk I'll start decorating it all with plants, flowers, paints, whatever! Think he'll like it ;-)
4/19/08 8:37 PM