Life's little annoyances are sometimes the things that make you crazy. If you have read much of my blog, then you know certain things:
HeWho is my husband.
HeWho can annoy me.
HeWho loves peanut butter.
I buy the big double pack of the big jars of peanut butter. I tried the gallon size Jif in that cardboard looking container and I had to agree with HeWho is the reigning peanut butter connoisseur. It did not taste as good as the jars. Besides that, Toni Louise would be deprived of her favorite treat. She seems to know when the jar is nearing empty and will stand watching expectantly for that jar. He always leaves more in the jar than I would, what with me knowing what a spatula is for.
But that is not the most annoying thing he does with his peanut butter. He will eat just about anything with peanut butter on it. Today he made a doughnut peanut butter sandwich. He eats it on biscuits, cornbread, garlic toast and all the normal stuff, as well. He eats peanut butter every single day. Without fail. He makes a sandwich at least once a day. He is working on some blackberry jam currently.
This is the annoying part of my peanut butter loving husband. He does not make the sandwiches correctly, and yes, there is a right way and a wrong way! He used to get peanut butter into the jam or jelly, until I gently pointed out (nagged incessantly) his error. You put the jelly on first and then wipe the knife on the clean bread before you insert that knife into the peanut butter. Jelly is easier to wipe off that knife than peanut butter is.
Having accomplished that bit of training, one would think he could listen to the rest of my instruction (nagging) and not leave a peanut butter coated knife where ever he happens to be when he constructs his snack. I find them every where. On the edge of the sink, on the counter, on the kitchen island and always coated in peanut butter. You would think he would lick that knife clean! But, no, he says he leaves it un-licked in case he wants another sandwich later. But, I can testify that he does not re-use the knife, getting another out and leaving it coated with peanut butter.
I estimate 1/4 teaspoon of peanut butter left on the knife, meaning that he wastes a teaspoon of peanut butter every 4 days. In a year he wastes 91 teaspoons of peanut butter and that is only accounting for one knife each day! That is a lot of peanut butter. There are 3 teaspoons in a tablespoon, so that would be 30 tablespoons, or more than enough peanut butter to fill an 18 ounce jar!
Monday, May 2, 2016
Sunday, May 1, 2016
Almost Ready ......
Rain and cool winds came in overnight. After pushing to get the grass knocked down and some seed into my beds this past week, I confess that I don't mind the break and the cancellations.
Wouldn't you know, I decided to plant the tomato plants I so carefully nurtured inside for weeks. This cool spell won't enhance their growth. I saw the first daylily bloom this week, so I thought the tomatoes needed to be in the dirt ....
My mini vacation was short lived. The sun came out and I went out. So much to get done. And the grass just keeps on growing. You can almost watch it grow. I have pulled dandelion so much that when I close my eyes at night, all I can see is dandelions.
We managed an afternoon outing to Sam's, Lowes and Walmart. I hit Walmart, carefully detailed list in hand, While HeWho is still limping, went to Lowes. He picked me up and we hit Sam's together. HeWho is not a fun shopping companion. He walks slower than I do and can't seem to stay on task with a list. He seemed to get distracted easily as I zipped up and down the aisles grabbing necessities. He stopped on the pet food aisle to make faces at a baby while I struggled with a 50 lb. sack of dog food. He didn't even notice that I had loaded it as I went past him on my way to the candy bars. I got a little distracted at the wine and alcohol section and lost him. I went around that aisle three times, looking for him. I texted him and inquired about his whereabouts. He responded "over here". Really.
I kept shopping, thinking he would eventually catch up with me, or me with him. He finally texted to see if I was thirsty ..... he was at the snack bar. His bum knee was bothering him and he wanted a pretzel. I am not sure what one had to do with the other.
We finally hit the frozen foods and stocked up with ice cream, burgers and corn dogs. Didn't forget the Jimmy Dean breakfast biscuits either! We are almost ready for Memorial Day. I have the pool wall set to go and as soon as I paint the rest of the new signs for the park, I can hit the sewing room.
Wouldn't you know, I decided to plant the tomato plants I so carefully nurtured inside for weeks. This cool spell won't enhance their growth. I saw the first daylily bloom this week, so I thought the tomatoes needed to be in the dirt ....
My mini vacation was short lived. The sun came out and I went out. So much to get done. And the grass just keeps on growing. You can almost watch it grow. I have pulled dandelion so much that when I close my eyes at night, all I can see is dandelions.
We managed an afternoon outing to Sam's, Lowes and Walmart. I hit Walmart, carefully detailed list in hand, While HeWho is still limping, went to Lowes. He picked me up and we hit Sam's together. HeWho is not a fun shopping companion. He walks slower than I do and can't seem to stay on task with a list. He seemed to get distracted easily as I zipped up and down the aisles grabbing necessities. He stopped on the pet food aisle to make faces at a baby while I struggled with a 50 lb. sack of dog food. He didn't even notice that I had loaded it as I went past him on my way to the candy bars. I got a little distracted at the wine and alcohol section and lost him. I went around that aisle three times, looking for him. I texted him and inquired about his whereabouts. He responded "over here". Really.
I kept shopping, thinking he would eventually catch up with me, or me with him. He finally texted to see if I was thirsty ..... he was at the snack bar. His bum knee was bothering him and he wanted a pretzel. I am not sure what one had to do with the other.
We finally hit the frozen foods and stocked up with ice cream, burgers and corn dogs. Didn't forget the Jimmy Dean breakfast biscuits either! We are almost ready for Memorial Day. I have the pool wall set to go and as soon as I paint the rest of the new signs for the park, I can hit the sewing room.
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
Eviction Success
HeWho is up and about, his knee wrapped in an ace. He awoke early before my eyelids even fluttered. He was gone for over an hour, getting his McDonalds breakfast and then stopping at the tow shop to tell his story over again and enjoy his celebrity status.
He has gone again. To town to get some line for the weedeater and tell his tale to a new group. I am just happy that he has limbered up enough to lift the toilet seat. I had a very unpleasant awakening yesterday.
As promised, I will now enchant you with my eviction skills!! Totally frustrated with the dog leavings of the camper, who showers in the bath house and depletes the hot water supply, I left a letter in his door. He has yet to present proof of rabies vaccination for the dog who poops on other sites. I gave him a deadline to show proof and once again demanded that he pick up after the dog.
My letter was found fluttering in an open field. HeWho surmised that Tenant didn't get the letter, that the wind had carried it away. HeWho hates confrontations, but swears he warned Tenant about the dog poop many times .... HeWho also reported that Tenant was picking up the poop and it was no longer a problem. I found that to be a mere rumor when I decided to help HeWho mows and tackle the sites around Tenant.
I confess that I do not check the e-mail on the Kampground site daily. The on line reservations come directly to my e-mail and I have become lazy about the other e-mail. Tenant did get my letter and he responded via e-mail .... to the Kampground. I did not read it until he was already gone. I would have responded.
He states that he has followed all my "guidelines" and resents the fact that I have "targeted" him and his fiancée because they are "different". He says he feels that I want him to leave. He goes on to say that he administered the vaccines to his dog and that he can't locate the receipts for the purchase of the vaccines.
His rent was due on Sunday, and as the big motorcycle event was happening, family members arrived to execute the move from my park. You may recall that I had spoken to various family members who arrived from time to time to pay rent for him. I was told that they were happy to pay for his stay because they did not want him in their homes ...... because he tended to take things that didn't belong to him.
Nice to know. One family member shared this information with other campers here, as well as HeWho has a "barn" full of his collection of junk and valuable tools. Last week, HeWho came into the office to tell me we have a serious problem here. Seems he went to his "barn" to procure a tool, an expensive tool, that he needs for the big mower. It has disappeared. This prompted him to take a closer look and notice that other things are missing. He is so serious as he stands, waiting for me to come up with a solution. This is when I tell him that Tenant has already missed my deadline for proving he has vaccinated his dog and that I had no intention of accepting another month's rent from Tenant. This is when he told me of the letter littering the park. He tells me I will have to give Tenant more notice to leave and that he had not encountered any dog poop.
I presented HeWho with one of our registrations that has a disclaimer at the bottom stating that we reserve the right to deny service to anyone we choose and that we will evict anyone non compliant to our rules. I went on to explain that he RIDES a mower, and therefore would not see the pile of poop he mows, while I push mine and walk behind it. I know my poop and the poop I encountered was not old, it was new, one pile was quite new.
Eviction was accomplished. A different family member of Tenant came up to buy a bag of ice. He had nothing good to say about Tenant and spoke quite freely without any prompting from me. I was just so happy he was leaving without having to involve any muscle of law enforcement. I learned from this family member that Tenant had quite the history of the sticky finger variety and had been incarcerated many times, having started his behavior as a juvenile. Nice.
I lost my composure a little after learning about the prison stints and "thanked" him for dumping their family problem on me. He told me they had found another RV park in another city to put him. I wish I knew which one, I would call them and warn them.
But, he is gone and I can dance a jig to the tune of "Ding dong, the thief is gone!"
He has gone again. To town to get some line for the weedeater and tell his tale to a new group. I am just happy that he has limbered up enough to lift the toilet seat. I had a very unpleasant awakening yesterday.
As promised, I will now enchant you with my eviction skills!! Totally frustrated with the dog leavings of the camper, who showers in the bath house and depletes the hot water supply, I left a letter in his door. He has yet to present proof of rabies vaccination for the dog who poops on other sites. I gave him a deadline to show proof and once again demanded that he pick up after the dog.
My letter was found fluttering in an open field. HeWho surmised that Tenant didn't get the letter, that the wind had carried it away. HeWho hates confrontations, but swears he warned Tenant about the dog poop many times .... HeWho also reported that Tenant was picking up the poop and it was no longer a problem. I found that to be a mere rumor when I decided to help HeWho mows and tackle the sites around Tenant.
I confess that I do not check the e-mail on the Kampground site daily. The on line reservations come directly to my e-mail and I have become lazy about the other e-mail. Tenant did get my letter and he responded via e-mail .... to the Kampground. I did not read it until he was already gone. I would have responded.
He states that he has followed all my "guidelines" and resents the fact that I have "targeted" him and his fiancée because they are "different". He says he feels that I want him to leave. He goes on to say that he administered the vaccines to his dog and that he can't locate the receipts for the purchase of the vaccines.
His rent was due on Sunday, and as the big motorcycle event was happening, family members arrived to execute the move from my park. You may recall that I had spoken to various family members who arrived from time to time to pay rent for him. I was told that they were happy to pay for his stay because they did not want him in their homes ...... because he tended to take things that didn't belong to him.
Nice to know. One family member shared this information with other campers here, as well as HeWho has a "barn" full of his collection of junk and valuable tools. Last week, HeWho came into the office to tell me we have a serious problem here. Seems he went to his "barn" to procure a tool, an expensive tool, that he needs for the big mower. It has disappeared. This prompted him to take a closer look and notice that other things are missing. He is so serious as he stands, waiting for me to come up with a solution. This is when I tell him that Tenant has already missed my deadline for proving he has vaccinated his dog and that I had no intention of accepting another month's rent from Tenant. This is when he told me of the letter littering the park. He tells me I will have to give Tenant more notice to leave and that he had not encountered any dog poop.
I presented HeWho with one of our registrations that has a disclaimer at the bottom stating that we reserve the right to deny service to anyone we choose and that we will evict anyone non compliant to our rules. I went on to explain that he RIDES a mower, and therefore would not see the pile of poop he mows, while I push mine and walk behind it. I know my poop and the poop I encountered was not old, it was new, one pile was quite new.
Eviction was accomplished. A different family member of Tenant came up to buy a bag of ice. He had nothing good to say about Tenant and spoke quite freely without any prompting from me. I was just so happy he was leaving without having to involve any muscle of law enforcement. I learned from this family member that Tenant had quite the history of the sticky finger variety and had been incarcerated many times, having started his behavior as a juvenile. Nice.
I lost my composure a little after learning about the prison stints and "thanked" him for dumping their family problem on me. He told me they had found another RV park in another city to put him. I wish I knew which one, I would call them and warn them.
But, he is gone and I can dance a jig to the tune of "Ding dong, the thief is gone!"
Monday, April 25, 2016
No More Motorcycles!
I don't seem to be having good Mondays of late. After a long night of listening to HeWho loves loud toys moan and groan, I hauled him around all day to clinics and hospitals and pharmacies.
Big boys love big toys. I have never understood the love of a motorcycle. All I can tell you is that the very idea of zipping along the interstate on two wheels with nothing more than a helmet on my head to protect me from the elements and the other traffic has never held any appeal for me.
But, HeWho decided to take one of our kampers up on an offer to borrow her bike and off he went. I was waiting impatiently to share some very good news with him. I saw him and his partner in ride come into the park. I paid no attention to the condition of his ride, just waited for him to head up to the office.
He was limping as if he just rode a horse across country. I figured he was just exaggerating his soreness from his ride. He stated that he had just ridden for the last time and told me he flipped the bike. I laughed at him and went on to share my news about an eviction I had succeeded in making.
Then I looked at his injuries. He really did flip the bike and fly up into the air before landing in a ditch. His right wrist was swollen and his left knee was pretty banged up. But, I thought it couldn't be that bad. He did, after all, ride the bike after the incident. He was walking and talking.
I got him situated in his recliner and handed him some Ibuprofen and ice. I was kind of annoyed at him for hurting himself at this particular time, with all the work that has to be accomplished before Memorial Day. I left him with the remote and the phone and went out to take my frustrations out on some weeds. I am a killer weeder when I have a lot on my mind!
I was about to call it quits for the evening when his fellow rider came up and told me he actually thought HeWho I love, was dead in the ditch when he got to him. This was unsettling, to say the least.
I was feeling guilty when I came in to find that he had somehow made his way to the bed in my absence. I helped him get a shower and applied Neosporin to all the road rash and discovered he also banged up his left shoulder.
Just so everyone knows, I did try to take him to the ER several times, but he refused. That was part of my annoyance with him. So, as soon as I woke, I called and made an appointment with our primary care. After that we had to drive to another city for x-rays and I had to wait at the pharmacy for his prescriptions. Then the meals being served on a tray and helping him walk with a cane .....
I am exhausted! No broken bones and steroids to help for a faster recovery. No more motorcycles for HeWho is not young anymore. Tomorrow I will enchant you with my eviction skills!!
Big boys love big toys. I have never understood the love of a motorcycle. All I can tell you is that the very idea of zipping along the interstate on two wheels with nothing more than a helmet on my head to protect me from the elements and the other traffic has never held any appeal for me.
But, HeWho decided to take one of our kampers up on an offer to borrow her bike and off he went. I was waiting impatiently to share some very good news with him. I saw him and his partner in ride come into the park. I paid no attention to the condition of his ride, just waited for him to head up to the office.
He was limping as if he just rode a horse across country. I figured he was just exaggerating his soreness from his ride. He stated that he had just ridden for the last time and told me he flipped the bike. I laughed at him and went on to share my news about an eviction I had succeeded in making.
Then I looked at his injuries. He really did flip the bike and fly up into the air before landing in a ditch. His right wrist was swollen and his left knee was pretty banged up. But, I thought it couldn't be that bad. He did, after all, ride the bike after the incident. He was walking and talking.
I got him situated in his recliner and handed him some Ibuprofen and ice. I was kind of annoyed at him for hurting himself at this particular time, with all the work that has to be accomplished before Memorial Day. I left him with the remote and the phone and went out to take my frustrations out on some weeds. I am a killer weeder when I have a lot on my mind!
I was about to call it quits for the evening when his fellow rider came up and told me he actually thought HeWho I love, was dead in the ditch when he got to him. This was unsettling, to say the least.
I was feeling guilty when I came in to find that he had somehow made his way to the bed in my absence. I helped him get a shower and applied Neosporin to all the road rash and discovered he also banged up his left shoulder.
Just so everyone knows, I did try to take him to the ER several times, but he refused. That was part of my annoyance with him. So, as soon as I woke, I called and made an appointment with our primary care. After that we had to drive to another city for x-rays and I had to wait at the pharmacy for his prescriptions. Then the meals being served on a tray and helping him walk with a cane .....
I am exhausted! No broken bones and steroids to help for a faster recovery. No more motorcycles for HeWho is not young anymore. Tomorrow I will enchant you with my eviction skills!!
Sunday, April 24, 2016
Just In Case You Didn't Know .... Prince Died
Okay, Prince died. He was too young and it is sad. I get it. But, really, some of the people interviewed on the news coverage need to get a life.
One man I saw was saying how he did not know how his life would be without Prince. Just a fan, not a personal friend or even acquaintance. Probably doesn't even listen to the music of Prince on a regular basis. This man looking into the camera, so distraught, was quite young, maybe in his early 20's.
Got me thinking. Do TV reporters have some sixth sense about which person in the crowd to choose for insincere coverage? I am sure there were more than this one young man, but I happened to be walking by the TV, on my way to deliver freshly laundered towels to the linen closet and stopped to listen.
His life will go on without Prince, I am sure. A new disaster will develop and his (the young man, not Prince) 90 seconds of fame will be forgotten. A fire or a tornado will have some savvy reporter culling out the one person in the crowd with the least grammar skills to relate the event to the rest of the viewers.
One man I saw was saying how he did not know how his life would be without Prince. Just a fan, not a personal friend or even acquaintance. Probably doesn't even listen to the music of Prince on a regular basis. This man looking into the camera, so distraught, was quite young, maybe in his early 20's.
Got me thinking. Do TV reporters have some sixth sense about which person in the crowd to choose for insincere coverage? I am sure there were more than this one young man, but I happened to be walking by the TV, on my way to deliver freshly laundered towels to the linen closet and stopped to listen.
His life will go on without Prince, I am sure. A new disaster will develop and his (the young man, not Prince) 90 seconds of fame will be forgotten. A fire or a tornado will have some savvy reporter culling out the one person in the crowd with the least grammar skills to relate the event to the rest of the viewers.
Friday, April 22, 2016
Weeds Or Wishes
Fatigue is somewhat pleasant. Makes me feel like I have earned the right to sit down and drink some cold tea. The dandelions are here with a vengeance. We mowed just 2 days ago and the entire park now looks like a dandelion farm.
There is a solution. No, not weed killer. We have about 10 acres that we mow. The solution is to mow as short as possible. With the blade on the lowest setting. HeWho favors a machine to ride with a big deck cannot put his blade that low. We would have "bald" spots and still have high spots to accommodate the dandelion growth. My push mower can and does mow very low to the ground.
I started mowing at around 9:30 this morning and just stopped. I did take breaks. I cleaned bathrooms (not my own, of course) and put the primer coat of paint on a new sign for the entrance of the park. I checked on my garden work from yesterday and plucked a few asparagus spears from my patch. My strawberry plants have tiny green berries on them and my sweet pea seedlings are reaching for the lattice above them.
All is well in my garden. The bathrooms .... not so much. Some person or persons decided to take advantage of all the spent dandelion blooms and fill my bathrooms with all the fluff. Why? Don't know. If you are thinking that children are the culprits, you are wrong. None in the park this week. School is still in session.
I am pretty sure I know who did it. It would be my difficult tenant. I know he uses the facilities. I doubt he has hot water in his camper, since he has yet to buy any LP. I mowed his site yesterday. I moved his picnic table and mowed and put everything back in place and was happy to not see any evidence of his big dog on the grass.
That was short-lived. A savvy dog owner such as himself, knows to let his dog poop on the other sites, not his. His rent is due in 3 days and I will not be accepting his payment. He will be told to leave immediately. His missed his deadline to show proof of vaccination for his pet and he failed to pick up after his pet. I don't want to give him any warning, as I am afraid of what I might find in the bathroom.
All winter he has left his razor and wash cloths in the men's shower. He also moves the bench to a place directly in front of the toilet. He was warned about leaving the heater and the lights on ..... with the door open by HeWho is a big softie. HeWho actually removed the heaters from the bathrooms and put them in the laundry room where we store them for the summer. The brazen young man put them back! I found them both on and the lights on with the doors ajar one morning shortly afterwards. I removed them and brought them inside. I tossed his toiletry items in the trash. Could be why he decided to bring me some dead flowers.
I will be most happy to see him go. His cousin is next!
I saw this idea for a sign on Pinterest :
Some see weeds
Some see wishes
It has a picture of dandelion fluff. I don't see wishes, I see seed blowing in the wind!!
I like this sign better.
See all the dandelions, on top of the mulch!!
There is a solution. No, not weed killer. We have about 10 acres that we mow. The solution is to mow as short as possible. With the blade on the lowest setting. HeWho favors a machine to ride with a big deck cannot put his blade that low. We would have "bald" spots and still have high spots to accommodate the dandelion growth. My push mower can and does mow very low to the ground.
I started mowing at around 9:30 this morning and just stopped. I did take breaks. I cleaned bathrooms (not my own, of course) and put the primer coat of paint on a new sign for the entrance of the park. I checked on my garden work from yesterday and plucked a few asparagus spears from my patch. My strawberry plants have tiny green berries on them and my sweet pea seedlings are reaching for the lattice above them.
All is well in my garden. The bathrooms .... not so much. Some person or persons decided to take advantage of all the spent dandelion blooms and fill my bathrooms with all the fluff. Why? Don't know. If you are thinking that children are the culprits, you are wrong. None in the park this week. School is still in session.
I am pretty sure I know who did it. It would be my difficult tenant. I know he uses the facilities. I doubt he has hot water in his camper, since he has yet to buy any LP. I mowed his site yesterday. I moved his picnic table and mowed and put everything back in place and was happy to not see any evidence of his big dog on the grass.
That was short-lived. A savvy dog owner such as himself, knows to let his dog poop on the other sites, not his. His rent is due in 3 days and I will not be accepting his payment. He will be told to leave immediately. His missed his deadline to show proof of vaccination for his pet and he failed to pick up after his pet. I don't want to give him any warning, as I am afraid of what I might find in the bathroom.
All winter he has left his razor and wash cloths in the men's shower. He also moves the bench to a place directly in front of the toilet. He was warned about leaving the heater and the lights on ..... with the door open by HeWho is a big softie. HeWho actually removed the heaters from the bathrooms and put them in the laundry room where we store them for the summer. The brazen young man put them back! I found them both on and the lights on with the doors ajar one morning shortly afterwards. I removed them and brought them inside. I tossed his toiletry items in the trash. Could be why he decided to bring me some dead flowers.
I will be most happy to see him go. His cousin is next!
I saw this idea for a sign on Pinterest :
Some see weeds
Some see wishes
It has a picture of dandelion fluff. I don't see wishes, I see seed blowing in the wind!!
I like this sign better.
See all the dandelions, on top of the mulch!!
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
Steal A Hose, Raise The Rates
As promised, I will continue the story of the $10 Walmart hose.
When the phone rang again, I left it to HeWho usually lets me handle such things. "I was talking to a lady and we got disconnected." He started out with that and things got weird from there. He told HeWho is my husband, that they didn't even hook up to the water because it stunk so bad. First we heard of that and he was hooked up. Hard to hide things like that when they are visible to anyone passing by.
Our water is tested monthly by the department of natural resources and we would be shut down if the water was not potable. Besides that, the source of our water is a deep well and we use it, so it the water had an unpleasant odor I would be the first to know.
The phone call continued much as mine had, and I could follow along just from hearing one side of the call. He was told to KEEP THE HOSE several more times and I heard another refusal to send UPS to get the hose. He must have told HeWho he didn't even want the hose, because he told him to throw it away. He finally told the man to keep the hose and to please not call back.
I am happy to report that he did not call back. I have not checked to see if I have a negative review on line. It would only upset me. I know I can respond to those, but I never do. Usually another camper will respond on my behalf. No, I have never asked anyone to respond.
I don't know why the man was so irate. He seemed to think I was being petty about the hose. He said he knew the hose did not belong to him, but that he didn't know what else to do with the hose other than to take it. I think that says a lot about the man. The rest of his rant must have been an effort to justify his actions.
The older I get, the more I have come to realize that every action has consequences. Even $10 Walmart hoses. The man on the phone suggested I raise my rates, then would appear to contradict himself and indicate that my rates were high enough to cover the loss of the $10 Walmart hose. Maybe Walmart wouldn't have to charge $10 for that hose if they didn't have to factor in the loss of merchandise that gets stolen every day. And by the way, I charge $12 for the hose and that includes tax. Guess I will have to add a dollar to every hose I sell to make up for the ones that "walk away".
When the man told me that I made a lot of money off of his group of nine and that the hose walked away .... I ached to tell him that the hose did not walk away, that he stole it. It did not belong to him and he knew it but he took it anyway. That is the definition of theft.
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