That's true. Including an older lady at the fitness center who's husband is going to need to take a blue pill tonight.
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That's true. Including an older lady at the fitness center who's husband is going to need to take a blue pill tonight.
i told ya...it goes across multiple states too.
james rockford and debbie dentist are like a tornado affecting lives all over !
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I find songs like this confusing. I am a very straight forward person. I remember Groucho Marx on the television when I was a kid. I thought he was a mean person. I just didn't understand his sense of humor. Just like the song my recently deceased friend sang about his son, "I Ain't Missing you At All." It is the reverse of what he meant.
I was a touch confused myself. Then again I am always a little unsure about what's happening in this lady's head. Fortunately she explained it to me so we were on the same page, something I predict will just become automatic as we move forward. She can do the thinking and I will lift heavy things.
She is currently setting up auto-pay through my checking account to pay my bills, which are now limited to car insurance, renters insurance, a few memberships and a few monthly donations. Earlier this week she cancelled my streaming services, utilities and other stuff. Stuff she actually likes doing. Weird.
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People do get stuff stolen by cleaning people and other people who come into their homes. I know someone who had a pair of diamond earrings stolen.
Actually, I know two people who have had diamond earrings stolen. When my niece, who is in the Army, moved to Hawaii, there are people who move you in and completely set up your place. After they left, she left to go get groceries. When she got back, several things were gone, including her diamond earrings. It had to be people who were involved in moving her in. Someone had to be a lookout.
The lady hasn't had any issues to date, but she does have a fire-resistant safe in her closet that she keeps her jewelry, important papers and other stuff in. I only have a pistol safe in the drawer next to my side of the bed, the long guns are just under the bed in cases except the one in the shower. I still need a small 8-10 long gun safe to mount in the hall closet. Either way I think I would prefer to be here when they come clean.
I have taken MANY a job from dishonest cleaning people!!
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I know that there are people who have no respect for people's privacy or property.I have taken MANY a job from dishonest cleaning people!!
I have one pair of clients whose dogs I have been seeing for about 7 years. I have a job to do. I go in, let the dogs out to do their business, feed them, make sure they have water, or whatever it is that they want me to do. I had been watching their dogs for a couple years. One day they asked me to go upstairs to do something. I told them I had never been upstairs, because I had no reason to go up there, so they would need to give me a little more information. I know that is shocking to some, because there are some mighty nosy and snoopy people in this world. They told me about all the things they had previously experienced from dog sitters. Their gun, in one drawer had been messed with. I don't open drawers, doors, etc., so I wouldn't know. I do think that some people I work for have cameras and microphones, and I always behave as though I am being watched, not that I like the idea of being watched, but people have to protect themselves with strangers in their homes. They need to have someone who is trustworthy. I do my best to be that. Do I make some mistakes? Of course, I am human. I try to tell on myself when I have failed.
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So here's the dirt on the cleaning service. It's not a private person but a business and from the sounds of it, a large business, contracted through the apartment complex. They show up as a crew of 3 with one of them being a supervisor. To work there they must have a clean background and a good work history. They are allowed to open the refrigerator but are not allowed to open cabinets or drawers unless specified on the work sheet. The lady was provided a long list of services to select from so they only clean areas that she wants cleaned. Her and her daughter each have a programmable safe, which apparently came with the apartment, and everything valuable is stored in them. It's been over 3 years and they have never had anything stolen, oddly moved or missing. They have had a few minor complaints about service but usually they just missed some small area. The lady wants to keep the service but is willing to let it go if I hate the idea of strangers roaming around. I have until Tuesday to think it over as they arrive again on Wednesday.
So here's the dirt on the cleaning service. It's not a private person but a business and from the sounds of it, a large business, contracted through the apartment complex. They show up as a crew of 3 with one of them being a supervisor. To work there they must have a clean background and a good work history. They are allowed to open the refrigerator but are not allowed to open cabinets or drawers unless specified on the work sheet. The lady was provided a long list of services to select from so they only clean areas that she wants cleaned. Her and her daughter each have a programmable safe, which apparently came with the apartment, and everything valuable is stored in them. It's been over 3 years and they have never had anything stolen, oddly moved or missing. They have had a few minor complaints about service but usually they just missed some small area. The lady wants to keep the service but is willing to let it go if I hate the idea of strangers roaming around. I have until Tuesday to think it over as they arrive again on Wednesday.
How do you look in a maids outfit?
I look good in every outfit. I think I would prefer a maid's outfit to an air force uniform though, more manly.
The universe decided to reverse UNO me today at the fitness center and there were like a dozen 20-something females wearing non-concealing outfits working out and prancing all about. And a couple of them had iPhone's on mounts to record their workouts. I think the gym is the new strip club. I need to figure out the "schedule" of this place and come workout when there is less people around.
With Heels...?!?
Yeah, RIGHT...?!?
With Heels...?!?
I don't know if the air force uniform comes with heels, but I presume it does.
A couple of things to consider: if you do take over cleaning, or think you want to, make sure you ask the daughter. There may be things on her end she doesn't want you to clean. Just suggesting you run it by her. If you keep the cleaning service, you can always make the lady's bedroom and bathroom off limit and you clean those areas!
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I work in houses where there are cleaning ladies. I have never seen one dressed like that, ever. The cleaning lady I saw yesterday was wearing jeans, sneakers and a t-shirt.
You're gonna have to take a pic of that!!! Lmao!!!!!
Why does a maid need a whip?
The cleaning service wears uniforms. They look kind of like navy blue medical scrubs with the business logo and name embroidered on the front. Some also wear a navy blue apron that also bears the logo and name. I have seen them in the hallways pushing carts.
WoW, didn't even get a shot to answer that ?
So the ladies liked dinner, although it was perhaps a touch spicy for them. Will have to tone it down a little next time, which has been so noted on the recipe. They were also nice enough to let me do the dishes, but while I was scrubbing the pots and pans the lady was hand feeding me softened frozen custard with caramel and crushed peanuts on it. So that made us even. Or it did until she told me she was having lunch with her father on Saturday and asked if I wanted to accompany her. Yikes. My brain screamed no ******** way, but her fluttering eye lashes told me I should go. I still haven't given her a firm answer, but I am sure she will talk me into it. She has that vjay voo doo she uses to cast spells on me. I am not afraid of meeting her dad, we're not 18, I just don't need to be analyzed and assessed by anyone. I can only imagine what the lady's sister has told him about me.
Piece of cake. Size him up as he will be you probably. Then your even
Well I am going, so is the daughter. However she wasn't going until I agreed to go, so that's interesting. Apparently he lives about 3-4 hours away by car so they plan to meet at a restaurant that is pretty close to half way between the two residences. This is going to be interesting because I know very little about him other than he comes from "old money", does not have a great relationship with the lady or her sister or the daughter and prefers solitude to social activities. In fact he moved away because too many people were interrupting his peace and quiet. Sounds like it's gonna be fun!
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She's probably thinking "hell yeah.......I wouldn't miss this for the world!"
Just don't fart or burp, and be pleasant, and you'll be fine.
Clearly the lady has long range plans for you!
Clearly the lady has long range plans for you!
And if you do fart, quickly look at the daughter with that " what did you do" look on your face!! You are welcome in advance!
Well that was something.
The trip to see her dad felt semi-tense and neither of the ladies were doing a lot of talking. I asked a few questions and received mostly brief answers that didn’t convey much information. The lady’s relationship with her father was tepid at best as her mother provided most of her care, support, encouragement and love. Her father was not around much and when he was he spent most of his time in the den not wanting to be bothered. The mother made excuses but the lady figured out eventually that alcohol was a factor in his desire to be left alone. When the lady’s mother passed unexpectedly their relationship went from lukewarm to cold as the father dived even deeper into his life of solitary consumption. The best description she could offer was that he was slow to lose his temper but always on the edge of grumpy, he was a lifelong conservative who despised progressives, he was educated and expected the proper use of language and grammar by his children, and his family came from money earned from two different industries; buying produce from farmers and distributing it to grocery store chains and automotive repair shops. Both enterprises were quite big but were eventually bought out by even larger companies. Then the family business, with her father at the helm, essentially became a private investment company using its wealth to build more wealth.
From the daughter’s perspective, he was a grandfather that either sent large checks to her mom to buy her something for her birthdays or Christmas or he forgot entirely and she got nothing. He rarely called and only showed up for holiday’s every few years. When he did show up he would book a suite and only come to the house for a couple hours each day, mostly to complain about global politics and talk about his favorite pro-baseball team. A team he followed very closely. Both admitted that there were glimpses of happiness, glimmers of love and he could be supportive from time to time. He was paying some portion of the daughter’s college education but expected to see good grades in return. The said sometimes it felt like he regretted not having a closer relationship with them, but it never seemed to last. Again, something they both felt had more to do with his alcoholism than anything else.
When we arrived the daughter pointed out his car, already in the lot. A fully loaded champagne colored Range Rover parked well away from the bulk of other cars. We parked closer to the doors and went inside. He was seated alone at a table large enough for 6 people and stood as soon as he saw his daughter and granddaughter. The man was larger than I expected, maybe 6’ and 215lbs, almost bald and dressed too nicely for a Saturday lunch meet up. A gold watch was on his left wrist that had the word “Rolex” at the top and a gold wedding band was also on display. His voice was deep and grumbly, but he spoke cleanly with crisp pronunciation. I was introduced and shook his hand as I shake every man’s hand, with all due pressure and firmness while looking him straight in the eyes. He did not have the semi-weak handshake I had been accustom to receiving. We sat down, dispensed some pleasantries, talked about the restaurant which seemed too run of the mill for this man, and eventually ordered some food. There was a lot of small talk; how is work, how is school, how is this, how is that. At some point he turned to me and said “So, I am lead to believe you have a history of violence, not that anything’s wrong with that” and “My daughter could use someone in her life that can protect her instead of chasing the next butterfly”. I simply responded that I have a history of service, providing a few details, and adding that my service was indeed accompanied by violence. He let out a light laugh and said “United States Marine Corps, III marine amphibious force, 1968. I too have a history of violence.” I looked at the lady who clearly had no idea her father was in the military. Of course that is when the food showed up.
There was not much conversation during the meal and afterwards we returned mostly to the state of the lady’s business, her repayment of a personal loan that he called an investment, the more recent legal annoyances and the potential of her expanding down the road. It was pretty obvious that when it came to all things financial, these two were of similar minds and capabilities. He eventually turned back to his granddaughter and asked more about school, her grades, etc. She put down her phone long enough to engage him, and was pleasant in doing so but you could sense the lack of closeness.
The bill arrived and was handed directly the father. I started to speak up and was immediately waived off and told “When I am gone from this world, you can pay the bill. Until then I will always pay”. I thanked him for lunch, as did his daughter and granddaughter. He just nodded and placed several crisp bills in various denominations on the table before folding his hands across his chest and looking around the room for the waitress. The next several minutes were slightly uncomfortable so the ladies excused themselves to use the restroom. The father then looked at me and said “Are you serious about my younger daughter, because she seems to be quite serious about you”. I maintained eye contact and said “She’s special. And I won’t hurt her. As long as I am in this world, neither will anyone else”. He sat back, smiled and said “Her last husband was a weak little man; I warned her but she was too stubborn to listen”. Then he said this: “Does your history violence haunt you?” I replied that it did not, that I am sure somewhere in the dark recesses it was waiting, wanting too but the light kept the darkness away. He nodded again and said “Good, good for you” as the ladies returned to the table. We all stood up and said our goodbyes, offering standard pleasantries again as we moved as a group out to the parking lot.
As the ladies were getting in the Audi he called me over to him, shook my hand again and said “If you decide to marry her, you don’t need my permission. You already have it.” Then he turned his back to me, walked away, climbed into his Range Rover and drove off. I got into the Audi and buckled up as the lady asked what he said. I told her verbatim and she sat there in what could only be described as shock. I ended up driving us home.
The trip to see her dad felt semi-tense and neither of the ladies were doing a lot of talking. I asked a few questions and received mostly brief answers that didn’t convey much information. The lady’s relationship with her father was tepid at best as her mother provided most of her care, support, encouragement and love. Her father was not around much and when he was he spent most of his time in the den not wanting to be bothered. The mother made excuses but the lady figured out eventually that alcohol was a factor in his desire to be left alone. When the lady’s mother passed unexpectedly their relationship went from lukewarm to cold as the father dived even deeper into his life of solitary consumption. The best description she could offer was that he was slow to lose his temper but always on the edge of grumpy, he was a lifelong conservative who despised progressives, he was educated and expected the proper use of language and grammar by his children, and his family came from money earned from two different industries; buying produce from farmers and distributing it to grocery store chains and automotive repair shops. Both enterprises were quite big but were eventually bought out by even larger companies. Then the family business, with her father at the helm, essentially became a private investment company using its wealth to build more wealth.
From the daughter’s perspective, he was a grandfather that either sent large checks to her mom to buy her something for her birthdays or Christmas or he forgot entirely and she got nothing. He rarely called and only showed up for holiday’s every few years. When he did show up he would book a suite and only come to the house for a couple hours each day, mostly to complain about global politics and talk about his favorite pro-baseball team. A team he followed very closely. Both admitted that there were glimpses of happiness, glimmers of love and he could be supportive from time to time. He was paying some portion of the daughter’s college education but expected to see good grades in return. The said sometimes it felt like he regretted not having a closer relationship with them, but it never seemed to last. Again, something they both felt had more to do with his alcoholism than anything else.
When we arrived the daughter pointed out his car, already in the lot. A fully loaded champagne colored Range Rover parked well away from the bulk of other cars. We parked closer to the doors and went inside. He was seated alone at a table large enough for 6 people and stood as soon as he saw his daughter and granddaughter. The man was larger than I expected, maybe 6’ and 215lbs, almost bald and dressed too nicely for a Saturday lunch meet up. A gold watch was on his left wrist that had the word “Rolex” at the top and a gold wedding band was also on display. His voice was deep and grumbly, but he spoke cleanly with crisp pronunciation. I was introduced and shook his hand as I shake every man’s hand, with all due pressure and firmness while looking him straight in the eyes. He did not have the semi-weak handshake I had been accustom to receiving. We sat down, dispensed some pleasantries, talked about the restaurant which seemed too run of the mill for this man, and eventually ordered some food. There was a lot of small talk; how is work, how is school, how is this, how is that. At some point he turned to me and said “So, I am lead to believe you have a history of violence, not that anything’s wrong with that” and “My daughter could use someone in her life that can protect her instead of chasing the next butterfly”. I simply responded that I have a history of service, providing a few details, and adding that my service was indeed accompanied by violence. He let out a light laugh and said “United States Marine Corps, III marine amphibious force, 1968. I too have a history of violence.” I looked at the lady who clearly had no idea her father was in the military. Of course that is when the food showed up.
There was not much conversation during the meal and afterwards we returned mostly to the state of the lady’s business, her repayment of a personal loan that he called an investment, the more recent legal annoyances and the potential of her expanding down the road. It was pretty obvious that when it came to all things financial, these two were of similar minds and capabilities. He eventually turned back to his granddaughter and asked more about school, her grades, etc. She put down her phone long enough to engage him, and was pleasant in doing so but you could sense the lack of closeness.
The bill arrived and was handed directly the father. I started to speak up and was immediately waived off and told “When I am gone from this world, you can pay the bill. Until then I will always pay”. I thanked him for lunch, as did his daughter and granddaughter. He just nodded and placed several crisp bills in various denominations on the table before folding his hands across his chest and looking around the room for the waitress. The next several minutes were slightly uncomfortable so the ladies excused themselves to use the restroom. The father then looked at me and said “Are you serious about my younger daughter, because she seems to be quite serious about you”. I maintained eye contact and said “She’s special. And I won’t hurt her. As long as I am in this world, neither will anyone else”. He sat back, smiled and said “Her last husband was a weak little man; I warned her but she was too stubborn to listen”. Then he said this: “Does your history violence haunt you?” I replied that it did not, that I am sure somewhere in the dark recesses it was waiting, wanting too but the light kept the darkness away. He nodded again and said “Good, good for you” as the ladies returned to the table. We all stood up and said our goodbyes, offering standard pleasantries again as we moved as a group out to the parking lot.
As the ladies were getting in the Audi he called me over to him, shook my hand again and said “If you decide to marry her, you don’t need my permission. You already have it.” Then he turned his back to me, walked away, climbed into his Range Rover and drove off. I got into the Audi and buckled up as the lady asked what he said. I told her verbatim and she sat there in what could only be described as shock. I ended up driving us home.
