9:45 Saturday evening.
Greetings, intertubes. I am sitting here watching The Weather Channel and trying to out-predict the weather man. This should not prove difficult, as he looks like he graduated from high school last year, or maybe the year before that. God knows I have lived through many, many more hurricanes than he can remember.
It is going to Louisiana… poor bastards.
10:29 Sunday morning
It’s been a long time since I lived in Louisiana, but I swear I don’t remember them having presidents of parishes. I couldn’t believe some guy on the news was referring to this guy as “Mr. President”. Then there was a crawler across the bottom that said he was the president of the parish. For those of you who don’t live in Louisiana, a parish is the same thing as a county. Except, apparently, they have presidents. Weird.
The stinking mold is back. Except, really it doesn’t stink. And it looks different. Instead of a white powder it’s…fluffy. No. I have not been smoking anything or eating anything that lived down there with the mold. There was no indication that we had any at all and I would have never known if I hadn’t just reached under there and wiped my hand to check for it. John thinks that if we hadn’t found it maybe it would change into the powdery kind like we had before. I don’t really know what to think. AND I don’t know why it’s here. STILL.
I have an awesome post waiting in my camera to be unleashed. But, sadly, the camera card wasn’t in my camera when I took the awesome pictures and they are committed to internal memory so I have to have a cord to download to the pooter. Guess what I can’t find? I know. Enough excuses already! I will look for one on Tuesday when John is off and the sitter is here to take care of H.
12:35 pm Sunday SIL just left. She showed up and visited for about an hour with her mother and helped me change one diarrhea diaper. I suppose she thinks she has contributed as much as necessary until next week. She brought her 11 year old grandson with her and she just walked in where I was and said “I guess I’ll go. He’s already ready!” No shit? An 11 year old boy isn’t having fun at my house with absolutely nothing to do except watch tv? Shocking. Wonder what she’ll do to break outa here in no time next week…
4 comments
Comment by Mither on September 1, 2008 at 9:22 pm
Sounds like maybe you are in just a tiny bit of a bad mood.
Remember I love you lots.
Comment by Serendipitous Girl on September 1, 2008 at 9:43 pm
All I can say woman is this: 1) You crack me up, even when your mama says you’re in a bad mood. and 2) You are racking up some serious karma points by caring for your MIL the way you do.
Comment by Anglophile Football Fanatic on September 2, 2008 at 8:20 pm
Live blogging? Were there people who didn’t know LA had parishes?
Comment by Colleen on September 7, 2008 at 9:17 pm
I was surprised to hear about the Parish Presidents myself…not sure what they used to call them but I don’t remember “president” being the title.
Anyways, as for your mold, I found this and thought since you were trying to be more green that this might help: http://www.care2.com/greenliving/three-ways-to-kill-mold-naturally.html
there’s another product out there, but I can’t recall the name so I’m having difficulty finding it. If I come across it I’ll pass it along.
Hope your SIL gets a clue and starts helping out more and quits copping-out.
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