I can’t begin to describe the disgustingness of the laundry which waits for the installation of the new washing machine and dryer tomorrow. Nor can I make you fully comprehend the sticky, grimy patch on the floor which was under the old washing machine. At times like these, I realize that I am a sorry excuse for a homemaker because my house harbors that kind of filth. Out of sight, sure, but still. Have you looked under your washing machine lately?
So, tomorrow morning, I will be scrubbing my laundry room walls and floor in anticipation of the installation of the new machines. Tomorrow afternoon, I will be washing laundry.
I am one fascinating woman, that’s for sure. Can you believe you just wasted your time reading about the dirt on my laundry room floor?
(You know what really bothers me? When I inadvertently and unintentionally offend someone who doesn’t bother to let me know . . . until much later, which causes me to feel all defensive and depressed and adolescent. Then, after a bleak night, I begin to feel overwhelming gratitude that I am no longer in junior high, at the mercy of the opinions of other girls, and remind myself that I cannot possibly be responsible for ensuring the happiness and good-will of every single human on this planet. And some people just won’t like me for reasons that make no sense to me and some people will misunderstand me–sometimes deliberately–and what can you do, really? Go eat worms? So, I offer this paragraph as an apology in advance to those of you who can barely stand the sight of my words on your computer monitor but who cannot look away and who will eventually be offended by what I have to say and also to those of you who feel my pain so you can say, “Oh, I feel her pain.”)
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I will never look under my washer until it gives up the ghost and has to be replaced. For all I know, the dirt may be the only thing holding this house together.
And for what it’s worth, you could never offend me.
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Oh. And remember that little X at the upper right of your monitor? Anyone who you or I offend is free to use it liberally.
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I was just thinking about that and wishing people would talk more frankly about feelings being hurt and all. I can think of all sorts of things I’ve said and done that may have been just fine or may have really upset someone, depending, and I have no idea unless I go around asking, which is usually not helpful and might make things worse, i.e. yikes she’s needy and self-obsessed!
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My life will be equally exciting this weekend. Lots of cleaning, lots of scrubbing, lots of updating the checkbook. Yipppeee! Can’t wait to get started.
You have never offended me. And, while I’m not saying that you couldn’t, or that I could never offend you, I have enough respect for you to either let it go or talk to you about it like a civilised person. I really like you – even if only from that odd blog-world.
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My washer and dryer are new in the past year, so I don’t think there is anything TOO bad under them, yet.
I’m happy for you! New appliances are WONDERFUL!
I believe you must be acquainted with someone who is addicted to controversey. You know, those who take offense when none was given. My MIL is like that. It’s SO sad, but she doesn’t even seem alive unless something goes wrong, then she just lights up! People are weird. You, my friend, are NOT offensive! But, if ever you decide to become offensive, I would be HONORED to have you offend me!!!
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What I can’t see won’t hurt me, right?? So I will continue living with rose colored glases, that is unitl someone moves my washer, refrig, oven, etc… With three boys I could not even estimate the dirt under them. =)))
Many blessings!!
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I had someone email me “behind the scenes” to opine about my blog a while back. She basically told me how I needed to write my blog, that some of my friends and blog links offended her, etc., etc., etc. I think my “emoting” offended her, too, ‘coz she told me I should keep my private baggage private. Hmmmmm. Funny…I’ve never gone to anyone else’s blog and said things like that. Some people have never learned the meaning of TACT!!!!!! Dunno if it’s been in the “real” world or “blogland” where this has happened to you, or both, but believe me, I UNDERSTAND!
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It seems when I click to your site, that the little buttons in the upper right hand corner of my screen vanish until I read your latest post. Only then will they re-appear. Thus you are forcing me to read, unless I don’t click to your site at all, but then I would be missing out on a chance to lol.
I think you’re great, Mel.
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I fear confrontation, but am always sticking my foot in my mouth. But, *I* know in *MY* heart and head that my intentions were not to offend. And I am probably the last person in the world to ever be offended by anyone. I totally know what you mean. : )
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I did move my dryer lately, and found my favorite pair of skivvies underneath. along with several familis of dustbunnies and hair. The washer – I’m not going there.
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Nope, I never look under the washer…or the dryer…or the stove…or the refrigerator for that matter. I’m harboring the belief that in protecting delicate ecosystems, that perhaps the very thing needed to cure the Bird Flu, AIDS or the common cold might be growing under there.
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I usually clean under all the major appliances at LEAST every 20 years. It’s a schedule I can keep, helps me feel successful, you know?
On a side note, it’s a good job for money seeking teenagers!
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I feel your pain!
And about tha washer? Hubby pulls mine out about once a year along with the fridge and the dryer. I hate that job. (There now does that make you feel better? You probably thought I was going to say once a week! HU?)
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You reply to my comments.
You are sweet and kind. (MAN, I hate that)
You can even make dirty laundry and flooring interesting. (now I feel annoyed)
Your insight in regards to kids helps me with mine. (can you lay off??)
Your stories crack me up and are so heartfelt. (it’s disgusting!!)
Can you see how offended this makes me? So just stop it or I’ll have to drive up there and have lunch. SHEESH!
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I have lived in Oregon almost all my life. To find a blog with someone talking about places that I truely miss is a mixed bag. When you were speaking of Lloyd Center,reminded me of when I use to work there and was constantly warned about parking lot mishaps. It has never been a good place to feel “safe”.
I just blogged about a confrontational “event” in my life….so I know what you mean by offending ppl. I think there are some in this world who could pick a fight with a blade of grass. I always go back to my mother’s question; “Do YOU like everybody around you?” I, of course had to answer with a profound “No!” Life is too short for such….personally, I have not read an offensive thing you have written. If someone jumped on the “citical review bandwagon”….they can always jump OFF. I enjoy you immensely.
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I am so grateful for the fact that the new owners of our home are buying our washer and dryer with the sale of the house and we won’t ever have to worry about what’s under there. The filth and horror that I am sure lies beneath…
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I was just thinking about that this morning, not being responsible for the feelings of other adults. And you should have seen my floor underneath the fridge in my old house. Wow.
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Offend people?? Good grief!! Until today I was under the impression that BLOGGING was mostly about that. I must read the wrong crowd huh?!
As for the gross under large applicances? As I can’t move them that job MUST belong to…. I know DH!! Thats my story and I am sticking to it!!!
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