Post by *~*Breezy*~* on Jun 16, 2008 21:19:56 GMT -5
Dear Diary,
Today was pretty much boredom incarnate. My mom was at work all day, and so I couldn't get on the computer {lab-top went with her}.
Charley was all cranky because he had to put out the paper from home {cause the office was flooded} and he was yelling at me all day.
. . .I found out the other day that, because of flood damages, my dad's house may have to be bull-dosed.
That really sucks. Right now, the government is concidering bull-dosing it. Meanwhile, while the government dallies on the descision-making, we {me, my dad, and my brother} have to work on the house, ripping out the insulation, and putting new insulation, and buying new furniture, and all that stuff.
If the government does Bulldose the house, then, even though we can no longer live in it, we still have to make payments to the Bank.
My dad is freaking out about this, and so I haven't seen him for a week and a half. It feels really weird, seeing as I'm usually over there more than half the time.....
. . . .Today, a couple of hours ago, my cat {Cleopatra, the retarded one} somehow managed to get herself stuck on the roof. She was mewing away pitifully, and, of course, it was my job to go and get her.
So, i had to run up to the garage, get the ladder, come back down the hill with the large and unweildy ladder, set it up, climb up {have I mentioned that I was wearing a skirt?}{Sheesh, Andreas stood right under me!} and grab Cleo.
And then! The fool cat decided that she didn't want to come down just as I grabbed her!
So here I am, struggling to extract this cat from the gutter, on a ladder that was unsteady, in a skirt, with this really cute guy underneath me! My only luck there was that I didn't fall off the ladder. . . . . . . .
I've been listening to Charley talk to his Radio-Jockey friends and old Cabby-Buddies, and I have picked up some really, um, urm...interesting phrases.
One phrase that kept going on in my mind was:
The nine words an American citizen fears the most: [glow=red,2,300]I'm from the government, and I'm here to help![/glow]
Well, I can't really think of anything to say right now...maybe later....
Today was pretty much boredom incarnate. My mom was at work all day, and so I couldn't get on the computer {lab-top went with her}.
Charley was all cranky because he had to put out the paper from home {cause the office was flooded} and he was yelling at me all day.
. . .I found out the other day that, because of flood damages, my dad's house may have to be bull-dosed.
That really sucks. Right now, the government is concidering bull-dosing it. Meanwhile, while the government dallies on the descision-making, we {me, my dad, and my brother} have to work on the house, ripping out the insulation, and putting new insulation, and buying new furniture, and all that stuff.
If the government does Bulldose the house, then, even though we can no longer live in it, we still have to make payments to the Bank.
My dad is freaking out about this, and so I haven't seen him for a week and a half. It feels really weird, seeing as I'm usually over there more than half the time.....
. . . .Today, a couple of hours ago, my cat {Cleopatra, the retarded one} somehow managed to get herself stuck on the roof. She was mewing away pitifully, and, of course, it was my job to go and get her.
So, i had to run up to the garage, get the ladder, come back down the hill with the large and unweildy ladder, set it up, climb up {have I mentioned that I was wearing a skirt?}{Sheesh, Andreas stood right under me!} and grab Cleo.
And then! The fool cat decided that she didn't want to come down just as I grabbed her!
So here I am, struggling to extract this cat from the gutter, on a ladder that was unsteady, in a skirt, with this really cute guy underneath me! My only luck there was that I didn't fall off the ladder. . . . . . . .
I've been listening to Charley talk to his Radio-Jockey friends and old Cabby-Buddies, and I have picked up some really, um, urm...interesting phrases.
One phrase that kept going on in my mind was:
The nine words an American citizen fears the most: [glow=red,2,300]I'm from the government, and I'm here to help![/glow]
Well, I can't really think of anything to say right now...maybe later....
Sincerelly,
the Breezle
the Breezle