Jazmee27 
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I was just reading Lesley’s tribute to the bachelors thread, and reading some of Jake’s comment about Mother’s Day reminded me of something:
When my grandmother made a card for me to give to my mother on Sunday (I can’t believe it’s Mother’s Day already), I knew I’d have to somehow get her a card. So I called my mother the other night to ask for her help. I remember one year, I forget which, that I gave something to Mom but not to Grandma; I *still got in trouble with Mom for neglecting to get her mother something! Lesson: damned if I do, damned if I don’t
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Reply #101. May 08 12, 7:12 PM
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| lesley153
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Isn't Mother's Day for mothers, not grandmothers? I believe that Hallmark has now decreed that there shall be a day for grandmothers, on a different day from Hallmark's day for mothers. There's no logic, is there?
Reply #102. May 08 12, 7:21 PM
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Jazmee27
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Calling (or, my cell phone is strange [part 2]
Again, my phone made me laugh. Our conversation:
Cell: Please say a command.
Me: Call Mom.
Cell: Calling, Kmart, business.
Me: No! [Hang up and try again]
Cell: …Calling… [another unwanted number, another try] Calling Mom and Edy business.
Me: What? [Burst into hysterical laughter as I again hang up]
I told Mom later:
Mom: Well, there wouldn’t have been any “Mom and Edy business.”
Me: That’s my point.
Mom: What number was it?
Me: Your home… I don’t know how it got under business!
I erased that contact from the list—as well as a Robin something-or-other. “I don’t recognize the name.” Later, while talking to Mom, I figured it out: when I attended HACC, there was a Robin who worked in Financial Aid. When I created the contact, I put it under her name rather than writing “financial aid” or some such.
One of these days, if I remind her, Mom will help me go into contacts so I can clean it out
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Reply #103. May 08 12, 8:23 PM
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Jazmee27
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There is indeed a different day for grandmothers, Lesley—but I still better honor mine on Mother’s Day when my mother and I go down to visit her. If not, I may as well stay home because otherwise I’ll be in the doghouse.
On Grandparent’s Day, I either need another card or (possibly) I can just get by with wishing her happy grandparent’s day. But Mother’s Day… don’t even *think of showing up empty-handed (part of this is that I don’t necessarily get to *see my grandmother on grandparents day – otherwise, I’m sure the same rule as Mother’s Day would apply.
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Reply #104. May 08 12, 8:24 PM
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Jazmee27
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My first thought was, “No, please tell me that’s not what I think it is!” I was in the kitchen by the sink when the first whiff of cigarette smoke met my nostrils. I’d just woken up, and was thinking about how I hadn’t smelled anything in my apartment for weeks.
I then called down to the office, only to find out no one is in ours. Instead, it went to the main number (Willow Terrace?) Later, as it got warmer, the smell grew stronger, so I turned on the AC—with the fan still running on low..
I didn’t call again until after I was dressed. All the while, I was thinking: what did I want to say?
I decided to dive into the whole thing. And so, when Amanda answered the phone , I told her who it was, followed by the following points:
- I called her, rather than waiting for tomorrow in order to speak to Sue, because I’m allergic to cigarette smoke
- The smoker is the inhabitant of apartment 505 (the only neighbor right next door to me), and I believe her name is Audrey
- In the past, Audrey’s denied smoking in her apartment, but the fact is I haven’t smelled any in my apartment for weeks (since Easter weekend)
- I consider it a coincidence that the smell came on a mornint when no one’s in the office (Amanda told me that Sue’s in an exposition until 11:30, but after lunch she should be back here)
- I gave my permission for Sue to call me later, and left my cell number
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Reply #105. May 09 12, 9:29 AM
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Jazmee27
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The following conversation occurred when I called to order my groceries:
Ginny – Could you do me a favor? Could you try and call Mondays or Tuesdays? … Because Wednesday afternoons there’s only two of us on the registers.
Me – I’ll see what I can do.
There shouldn’t be a problem—once I’m used to doing so—except, of course, on weeks when there’s a holiday.
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Reply #106. May 09 12, 11:42 AM
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| lesley153
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Bit it doesn't make sense to treat your grandmother like your mother - surely the whole idea is to make your mother special, and not just the latest in a string of female ancestors? But what do I know!
Good luck with the smoke - I hope you can get that resolved. I imagine the non-smoking rule was in force when Audrey moved in?
Reply #107. May 09 12, 2:03 PM
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Jazmee27
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No, it doesn’t make sense, but I’m not about to risk the wrath of either of the blockheaded females in my life by objecting.
“Good luck with the smoke”
Thanks, Lesley-unless Audrey moved in a year or two ago, which is unlikely as she was here when I moved in, the facility would have still been one that allowed the residents to smoke in their apartments.
- It was only two years ago sometime that it was made smokefree and, although I’m sure she read and signed the document ahbout the policy, the very fact that I’m dealing with this sh*t now means that it wasn’t enforced when it was implemented (not unless you call “enforcement” posting a sign saying “reminder…” and listing the acceptable (designated) smoking areas.
- From what I hear,, there’s one who smokes on the second floor (I know she goes outside like she’s supposed to—at the *place she’s supposed to).
- There’s a lady on the third floor who, apparently, has everyone afraid of upsetting her.
- Audrey buys stuff, like Popsicles, to give to Sue as bribes so she won’t do anything. Sue knows she shouldn’t take them, but she does “to keep the peace.” Well, how’s that going for her? Those of us who don’t smoke are fed up with her **inability to do her *job. As Grandma’s remarked more than once, administrators are required to do unpleasant things. Nobody really wants to, but it has to be done!
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Reply #108. May 09 12, 9:39 PM
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Jazmee27
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Next week's the last of "Revenge." I wonder what I'll do with myself...
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Reply #109. May 09 12, 10:11 PM
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Jazmee27
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I was interested to see, when I started reviewing my schoolwork, when I took the courses. Example: Intro to Human Services, Fall 2005. We had to buy two or three books, only to learn that one of them wouldn't even be read! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
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Reply #110. May 10 12, 8:12 AM
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Jazmee27
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I was reading the blogs, wondering what might pique my interest, when I suddenly decided since I hadn’t read David’s blog in a while I’d see what was going on there. It’s always a lot to read, so a lot of the time I just forget. **Then I feel *bad, as he almost always has something I consider meaningful (some of the points slip past me, but as I get older I find more’s making sense to me). A lot of that I know to be life experience; I often sit here and wonder if it’s really been only three years since I moved into this apartment. So much has happened… last year especially seemed more like seven or ten years in one (and from what I hear, can look forward to more of the same in the years to come).
I was reading through some of my old college courses, and taking sporadic trips down memory lane, and thinking about how we do what we think is best at the moment. Or, sometimes, we don’t but what we’re meant to do (some concepts from the modern literature I read can be directly related to real life).
I’m finding, surprisingly, that one of the phrases that pissed me off just a few months ago (and years before that) no longer does. It’s that “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” The first time I heard the song expressing that sentiment I had the most violent reaction, and felt like clobbering Mom when she said something about it. I guess it’s that, when I’m in the middle of a tough situation, or considering certain troubles, that’s the absolute last thing I want to hear, and so I can’t tolerate it (no matter how much wisdom’s there). But when I’m more receptive to it, then I can appreciate the validity of that statement.
Sometimes, experience is the best instructor, if only one listens. I sometimes wonder when I’ll learn this lesson or that, only to realize I already have—just not in the way people seem to think I should. Who’s viewpint on the subject matters, anyway, I wonder, and wholly realize the only answer is mine. So I forge ahead, doing the best I can, and striving to remain true to myself throughout.
One of the prevailing themes in my drama is “nothing makes sense,” which most of the time would seem to be the case. Try, and get a headache; just wait, and what understanding there is to be had will trickle in from who knows where.
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Reply #111. May 10 12, 4:22 PM
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Jazmee27
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I guess it says something about my leadership skills if I send a message to one of the team players, and he or she starts playing the team games
Sometime back, I noticed someone would play one, but not the other. Yesterday, I noticed much the same.
Another team member wasn't playing either, but as of today his name popped up on the boards
It seems to me such things show who truly belongs on a team and who doesn't (I nean to say, who's on the team to be a team player). As Grandma herself needed coaching (from both me and one of the players who later switched to a different team because mine's growing and he's "a small team guy"), I figure I'll at least try to encourage them to play. If it scares them off... then maybe it wasn't the right team for them (or, perhaps, none is).
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Reply #112. May 10 12, 8:28 PM
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Jazmee27
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| "Idol"'s down to three singers now. Mom's often at the gym when it's on, but she aims to get caught up. She'll ask me who went home, and (like tonight) ask, "You're not going to tell me, are you?" The first time we had a similar conversation, I nearly didn't, but then I started telling her who was in the bottom, and letting her guess. By the end of the call, she knew who'd been voted off. |
Reply #113. May 10 12, 8:34 PM
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Jazmee27
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I woke up feeling as if I had a fever. “What the…” I felt slightly better after I’d rolled over, then after I got moving.
As soon as I walked into the kitchen, I knew the source of the problem: smoke. Again, the particles had collected in the kitchdn by the counters. It couldn’t have been residual, like I thought was the case yesterday morning, because the filters got them out of there. So, now I think she was either smoking late last night or sometime this morning.
“She’s the only one who could get it into my apartment.” “Not necessarily… the smokestacks are connected.” Again, Sue said about people on the seventh floor smelling smoke in their bathroom—and I told her that I’m not smelling it in mine, but in the kitchen. So, the only place *that could be coming from is her apartment.
This morning, I was wondering whether I should visit Grandma Sunday because her bathroom reeks. “But if I don’t go I’ll have to explain why, and that’s always been a sensitive subject.” I now understand part of my concern is the latest allergy sh*t, which is only made worse when I’m exposed to it there. I know the rest of her house is teeming with particles, but I don’t notice in the rest of the house—just in the bathroom, where it’s so thick I can barely breathe. It’s a wonder I don’t have an asthma attack right there!
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Reply #114. May 11 12, 8:21 AM
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Jazmee27
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Knowledge is power, but at times I feel as if it's a curse as well. Currently reading about "duty to warn"
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Reply #115. May 11 12, 2:24 PM
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Jazmee27
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I spilled the macaroni salad as I was transferring it to a bowl (I don't particularly care for Zweier's macaroni salad, but it came with my chicken dinners, and I wasn't about to waste it). I think I wiped up all of it (and threw away the macaroni that got on the floor). Mom will tell me tomorrow if I missed any.
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Reply #117. May 11 12, 6:07 PM
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Jazmee27
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Oops!
I called Mom three times, then didn't call her back!
I can be impatient once I'm in bed, and if Mom doesn't call me after a certain amount of time I call her again (I seem to have inherited that from her)
When I finally called (after she'd called me about three or four times, she gave up--probably because she was furious) she asked, "What are you doing?" (I know I'm in trouble when she gets that quiet, controlled voice: "Hellhath no fury like a mother who can't get ahold of her child.")
I explained I was talking to my friend Eric, who now lives in Colorado (she told me to call him back, and we'd talk in the morning).
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Reply #118. May 11 12, 8:29 PM
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Jazmee27
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Kind of reminds me of Mom's reaction when I fall: "What the hell do you think you're doing?" (Terribly similar to Grandma's "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" [The last time Grandma di that to me, I was attempting toconcentrate, and she nearly caused me to lose it, so I shot back "DON'T SAY THAT!" When I was seated, I added in a calmer voice that it was the last thing I needed to hear because I was trying to concentrate.)
Guess it illustrates:
- My family's impatient
- My family's quick to lash out
- My family's easily distracted
By "my family" I only mean me, Grandma and Mom. I don't know Uncle Michael, or any of my other relatives, well enough to extend the same to them.
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Reply #119. May 11 12, 8:37 PM
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Jazmee27
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The library sends me a lot of Debbie Macomber's novels. The one I'm reading now is "Heart of Texas."
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Reply #120. May 11 12, 8:38 PM
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