Jazmee27 
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I only wish that time I had been defending myself. Instead, I lost my temper—probably for some really stupid reason. I could make some excuse like I was seventeen—or that I didn’t have the necessary insight to understand why I was angry with everyone—but I won’t do that. It wouldn’t serve any useful purpose—but, if a situation ever comes up in which I *do need to defend myself, something like a key is probably my best bet. A combination of that and my upper body strength should be sufficient. Preferably, as I’ve said, that won’t be necessary, but one can’t be too careful.
Mom’s attending a birthday party tomorrow at five for a co-worker’s daughter who’s turning five. Kayley asked Mom sometime back if she could be her best friend, and specifically asked her mother if Mom was attending her party. **Sooo *cute!
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Reply #2101. Sep 01 12, 8:53 PM
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Jazmee27
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Did the laundry today.
And just finished writing and submitting a quiz.
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Reply #2102. Sep 02 12, 7:01 PM
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| lesley153
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They weren't stupid reasons.
Understanding your anger isn't a waste of time either. I don't think understanding is ever a waste of time.
Reply #2103. Sep 03 12, 12:35 PM
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Jazmee27
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Thanks, Lesley. Sometimes I do sit and think about why I'm angry about something (awareness can be a very good thing, but if you don't have it...)
Made myself a can of soup for dinner (I'd have eaten a sandwich, but I forgot I had more cheese in the freezer (and the one I made this morning had to be thrown out because the bread was moldy). I only remembered to take the other loaf, as well as the pound of cheese, out this evening.
It's gloomy today, and Grandma says it's supposed to stay like that through Thursday :(
Any time I read anything by John Grisham—or merely hear or see the name—I remember Edward, when he was younger, walking into my room, picking up an audio book and saying, “He’s ham!” The first time he did that, it prompted the following conversation:
- Edward: He’s ham!
- Me – No he’s not!
- Yes he is, he’s ham!
I still don’t get it. True, it’s the way the name is spelled—and yet, as weird as he was—and still is—I wouldn’t be surprised had there been another meaning.
Another memory I have from back then is from a time when we were playing checkers together.. He, as young boys—and some not quite so young—are apt to do, was cheating so that he’d win. I got so mad at him I flipped the board over and told him that if he wanted to finish, he’d have to put the pieces back on the board. (The cruelest bit: I think he was about ten at the time… which would have made me about twenty-two.)
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Reply #2104. Sep 03 12, 4:17 PM
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| lesley153
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You flipped the board? that was very restrained of you. I'd have told him to eat it.
Reply #2105. Sep 03 12, 6:30 PM
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Jazmee27
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That’s funny, Lesley.
Last night I was talking to Mom about my air conditioner. I admitted that, on Saturday, I woke at four or five in the morning to turn on the fan in the other room because, though making cold air, it wasn’t sufficient.
- Mom – Are you dressing appropriately for bed?
I restrained myself that I had considered wearing nothing at all, with the thought that maybe that would help.
This morning called maintenance. Had to anyway, as the paint’s peeling off a section of bathroom wall.
BTW, Mom got her five-year-old best friend a backpack-style purse, about five cheap kids’ necklaces and rings, and a few headbands.
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Reply #2106. Sep 04 12, 9:08 AM
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| lesley153
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What a clever present - sounds like exactly the right thing to make the child feel grown-up.
Reply #2107. Sep 04 12, 10:43 AM
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Jazmee27
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| Have been searching articles on crime, gangs and violence |
Reply #2108. Sep 04 12, 3:14 PM
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Jazmee27
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Apartment inspection :(
Groceries delivered :)
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Reply #2109. Sep 05 12, 10:00 AM
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| lesley153
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Food delivered is always good.
What was wrong with the inspection?
Reply #2110. Sep 05 12, 12:10 PM
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Jazmee27
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Nothing wrong, unless you count a bunch of people running around like chickens with their heads cut off (and the fact that I’d have preferred to have maintenance up here before the inspection to paint the spot of bathroom wall where the paint’s peeling off to expose the plaster).
It was an independent team who came in to inspect the entire building (including all 72 units).
Oops—I did think of something—I had planned to wash the dishes before the inspection. Not only did I have a sinkful of dirty dishes, but I also had a dish drainer full of clean ones ready to be put away.
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Reply #2111. Sep 05 12, 3:59 PM
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| veronikkamarrz
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Ha! That's funny, Jaymee, because I always worry about what people are going to think...;)
I'm sure your place is a lot better than these guys usually see. Don't worry.
Hope everything is well. :)
Reply #2112. Sep 05 12, 5:02 PM
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Jazmee27
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I only remembered later that the floor was filthy.
Thanks, VM, I feel somewhat better.
I’d feel even better still if my mother had kept the channels of communication open, instead of calling me at seven and acting as if I wasn’t starting to go out of my mind with worry because I’d already called her three times in the past two hours (please forgive the run-on sentence—that’s what happens when I’m really mad).
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Reply #2113. Sep 05 12, 5:14 PM
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| veronikkamarrz
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Chill, girlie! Everything is fine. Even if MoM called you back...It's still ok! :)
I worry about stuff that doesn't really matter. A lot. ;)
Reply #2114. Sep 05 12, 5:37 PM
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| lesley153
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It would have been nice if maintenance had painted the missing bit. As they didn't, the inspection exposes them - not the paintwork and certainly not you.
Dirty dishes waiting to be washed, and clean dishes waiting to be put away. Doesn't everyone have that?
Reply #2115. Sep 05 12, 6:31 PM
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Jazmee27
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I’ll try, VM.
“I worry about stuff that doesn't really matter. A lot. ;)”
I think it’s human nature.
“Dirty dishes waiting to be washed, and clean dishes waiting to be put away. Doesn't everyone have that?”
Yes, I suppose we do—and so long as we’re not living in a pigsty, I guess it’s all right.
Mom did call later, and asked if she should come over [I have, in the past been… how do I say this… less than judicious: I’ve said that though I missed her, I didn’t want to see her that night. Then again, I suppose it’s one of those “matters of perspective”. Maybe I was juust sparing both of us from one of my bad moods had she come over.]
Tonight, I was already in a way expecting her [that could explain why I got carried away when I couldn’t get ahold of her—but like she pointed out, she has a demanding job, and sometimes just runs screaming from the building.] Anyway, the other two nights this week we wanted to visit but couldn’t because (a) she didn’t have enough energy, or (b) she was that busy. Another letter in there was that, last night she needed to unwind at the gym “before somebody got hurt.” [Small diversion = she saw a woman last night sitting by the sauna, and to say she was in “rough shape” would be an understatement. “She looked like she was going to pass out at any minute. She had been able to call 911, but wasn’t able to communicate her needs to the operator or dispatch or whatever the person’s called. So she gave the phone to Mom, who told them in no uncertain terms to get an ambulance over there “*now”.]
Mom brought the two eight-packs of Coke Grandma picked up for me last week. In addition, she had three containers of ziti and one of chicken fingers [she did warn me they’re a bit spicy, as they’re made with the pineapple-havanero sauce her friend got her—it was the same sauce she used to make her pork chops]. She also helped me write the rent check and write down some information for a bill so I can pay it next month [since she was going off memory, she typed it in on my computer to make sure it was right—so she made the payment this month. Tomorrow, I’ll go in so I can get familiar with the site—and so prevent what happened with the Comcast site: the first few months after I had the information to go in, I asked her help in goijng in because I couldn’t find where I needed to be. Turns out, I was making things too difficult, something I have a horrible tendency to do.
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Reply #2116. Sep 05 12, 8:34 PM
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Jazmee27
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| Roused from sleep by fire alarm :(( |
Reply #2117. Sep 06 12, 9:15 AM
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Jazmee27
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Called downstairs, and was told something triggered one of thfirst-floor alarms.
I could have imagined it, but thought I smelled something burning shortly after alarm was shut off.
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Reply #2118. Sep 06 12, 3:22 PM
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| lesley153
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Burning tobacco, perhaps.
Reply #2119. Sep 06 12, 6:22 PM
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Jazmee27
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Naw, didn’t smell like tobacco. More like burning food. My theory is that someone on the first floor (the problems we have from smokers are from upper floors: fifth, third… there’s a smoker on the second floor, but she abides by the rules). Had I been smelling tobacco right after the fire alarm, I think the alarm that was triggered would have been on this floor, and not first (we’ve got alarms all over this building, just not necessarily in the apartments—but, as to the alarms, I sort of think we need more of them. Of course, my opinion could change after the sprinkler system connects to every apartment via the piping. I don’t know… now that I think about it, the fire alarm by my apartment is between mine and Audrey’s… so, question is, when she’s smoking in there, and the stuff’s wafting into the hallway, why isn’t it setting the thing off?)
I didn’t take a bath today due to being roused by the fire bell until later in the evening, and found that the switch was on shower. I never put it there, as I don’t shower—due to my balance, it’s not a good idea for me to stand, and (this may seem like a major exaggeration to some and a slight exaggeration to others) I feel like I’m drowning when the water’s beating down on me. Plus, I’ve always hated it whenever shampoo or conditioner got in my eyes—and the way I wash my hair, leaning bacik and putting my hair in the water—that doesn’t happen (plus, it seems to get cleaner than it would otherwise, though that could just be me).
It took me a while to figure out that the guys who did the inspection must have switched it over in order to test it.
Sometime back (I forget which blog I posted this in, or even when it was), the same thing happened: it was the day Royce was up to install the new handle in the tub, and he changed the lever from the left side (bath) to the right side (shower). That time, I was completely freaked out because I’d forgotten how to switch it to the other setting (I later figured it out on my own, but it took the better part of a day).
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Reply #2120. Sep 06 12, 8:38 PM
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