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VENT WARNING

I admit, I am PMSing AGAIN and I'm short on sleep (at 4 AM either there is a UPS plane coming in or the latest paper delivery has a bad muffler, but it wakes me up like the aftermath of bad dream) and patience but.... I WANT TO SCREAM, KICK AND CRY

Ok - I think it started Monday, when my sister announced the plans for my parent's 50th anniversary party. Clam bake for a cast of 1000's and I get to go on Cape during the season.( I avoid the Cape during the summer.) Then the dryer starts making this awful noise.

Tuesday, it seemed like I am surrounded by gaggles of people "more important then you".

1) Women LLBean making returns and buying teacher gifts spend more time talking to each other than the cashiers trying to help them. Or answering their cell phones. 2) B*tch in a Porsche (on her cell phone) cuts me off for a left hand exit off the highway - across 3 lanes of traffic. 3) at BJ's some jerk pushes his cart right into the traffic lane of the parking lot, right in front of my truck. I miss it, stop, move the cart into the carrel, park and have another jerk hit me (my leg) with his cart and starts honking at me to get out of his way so he get home to MA. 4) Get to Barnes and Noble - SUV in front of me as I turn, stops at parking lot entrance, stops again about a car length in and finally stops near doors and lets out 2 women who stop, talk to driver, and then walk very slowly into store. A turtle could have been faster. Normally, I'd be patient and assume some infirmity, but they are in their gym cloths and clearly quite fit. Car that drops them off then tries for the nearest spot to door and can't fit and makes two more attempts before trying to back up to the one that just cleared. ( I know I can't get my truck into either of them and it's smaller than the SUV). I finally park, go in, get my magazine and try to check out. BUT, can't 'cause there is only one clerk and 10 people in line, included one speaking loudly into her cell phone. At least the trick of hitting the music section to check out works. Trader Joe's at least is good, but I get the wrong pistachios. Habanero ones are ok, but the Chili Lemon ones rock. THEN DD comes home from playing and goes to take her shower. I'm setting the table when I hear, thud, thump, MOMMY, sob, MOMMMMMMMYYYYYY. She's climbed up to get the shower head and falls. Small bruise on side, HUGE bruise on leg. Dinner is late will I tend to her

Wednesday, I said I'd work Adventure Day at DD's school. Should have been fun, but I get paired with two women that I don't like or dislike, but have less than zero in common with. Well, it's only for the morning. It was fun, but working with any other two people, it would have been a blast. Get home, gee, those towels are really damp still. Start the dryer for another go and start another load of laundry. Start sorting stuff, trying to get things put away or tossed or otherwise disposed of responsibly. Go back to laundry. Towels don't feel any drier or even warm... Still in basement. DS comes home. Find old posters of DH's from condo, show a few to DS. I agree to clean them up and he can hang them up in his room. Check towels. Now the writing is on the wall... The dryer has gone to appliance heaven. But, I resolve to investigate - maybe if I take the back off, I can spot something. DH say's he'll come watch DD skate. She's changed and I find he's been smoozing with some guy from work watching the HS boys play.

Thursday. Allergy attack dealing with the posters. Extra shower - always helps but,... I didn't have the time for that today Then, I get a piece of back door info. Despite leader saying Junior vests aren't needed for Friday's bridging, I find out most of the other girls will have them. And I have food to make for the potluck before and I've agreed to sub on Friday. And I feel guilty about the dryer and DH is all excited, he's found new TV and stand on the board at work and he wants to buy it and the color has gone stupid on the one in the living room.....Strange looking screws on back of dryer, like nothing in tool box. Great - make fast run to Bedford, buy vest, patches but forgot numbers. DH now has to work late and I have to go to Laundromat to dry a load of towels, one of darks and one of whites....feed kids, feed self and do dishes, load truck, find $1's and go. At least I can sit and stitch and the evening is enlivened by a cute trucker with a sweet Georgia drawl looking for directions to some place they can park overnight to sleep. They've been driving since 5 AM and it is ntw 7:30 PM...

So now it is Friday AM, I've found out I get the "autism room" today. I hate that room and wouldn't have gone in for it if I had known.(I worked in autism "hospital" in college and frankly, the "treatment" and outcomes are no better than they were 30 years ago.) And I still have quesadillas to make for tonight and patches to iron on and ....

Thanks for listening friends

C
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Cheryl Isaak
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Cheryl I hope things get better this weekend. If you need give me a call.

-Margaret

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Margaret St. John

{{{{{Cheryl}}}}}

And when you can find time...

Go stitch!!!!

Also - when Mom was having a similar problem with her dryer not drying - the vent (from the dryer to the outside) needed cleared out!

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Magic Mood Jeep

{{{Cheryl}}}

It's almost the weekend. Does that make things any better?

Donna in Virginia

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Donna

{{{Cheryl}}}

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LizardGumbo

Cheryl Isaak ,in rec.crafts.textiles.needleworkwrote: and entertained us with

Hey Kiddo ! You know that bottle of gin/vino/champagne or whatever (fill in the blank) you were saving for a special day ? This is it ! Put your feet up and imbibe and feel better soon.

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lucretia borgia

When you're all done with taking care of the everyday chores and the promises you made to your kids, please just put you feet up, read a weepy, sappy beach book, put a big dish of your favorite chocolates on the table next to you, have a stiff drink and just take some quality Cheryl time.

You certainly deserve it.

Hugs and Kisses,

Lucille

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Lucille

Everybody send $10 to the travel agent to put Cheryl on the next flight to California.

My favorite homemade ice cream place is celebrating a big anniversary with coupons for their large sundaes. I promise to feed her a sundae once a day.

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Karen C - California

After your tale of woe(s) I thought this might just bring a smile to your face (or merely make you groan): After Quasimodo's death, the bishop of the Cathedral of Notre Dame sent word through the streets of Paris that a new bell ringer was needed. The bishop decided that he would conduct the interviews personally and went up into the belfry to begin the screening process. After observing several applicants demonstrate their skills, he decided to call it a day, when an armless man approached him and announced that he was there to apply for the bell ringer's job. The bishop was incredulous. "You have no arms!" "No matter," said the man, "observe!" He then began striking the bells with his face, producing a beautiful melody on the carillon. The bishop listened in astonishment, convinced that he had finally found a suitable replacement for Quasimodo. Suddenly, rushing forward to strike a bell, the armless man tripped and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in the street below. The stunned bishop rushed to his side. When he reached the street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure, drawn by the beautiful music they had heard only moments before. As they silently parted to let the bishop through, one of them asked, "Bishop, who was this man?" "I don't know his name," the bishop sadly replied, "but his face rings a bell." The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart due to the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist, the bishop continued his interviews for the bell ringer of Notre Dame. The first man to approach him said, "Your Excellency, I am the brother of the poor armless wretch that fell to his death from this very belfry yesterday. I pray that you honour his life by allowing me to replace him in his duty." The bishop agreed to give the man an audition, and as the armless man's brother stooped to pick up the mallet to strike the first bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest and died on the spot. Two monks, hearing the bishop's cries of grief at this second tragedy, rushed up the stairs to his side. "What has happened?" the first breathlessly asked. "Who is this man?" "I don't know his name," sighed the distraught bishop, "but he's a dead ringer for his brother."

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Bruce

Wow, what a week! Come here for some hugs Do take the above suggestions to heart. Here's another one: Tell DH that he's got the kids for all day Saturday and you can find a friend to go see a movie, wander aimlessly around the mall and windowshop, get your current book and go to the library to sit in peace and quiet and read. Oh, and remember to leave your cell phone at home!!! :)

Joan

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Joan E.

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Darla

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