PEIPER’S DECEMBER RANT and SHAMLESS BID FOR SYMPATHY which he’d get at a more liberal blog.

 

I know I should file this under Stoopid-people. Reason I find it hard to do that is, well, hmmm, see my damn bus was late and well…
I don’t really dislike the woman even tho she drives me batty.  She calls the wife who listens to her for an hour at at time.  She can spend an hour talking about nothing and yet is extremely well versed on the history of this area and can rattle off facts and figures like they’re printed on her palm.  She was once a city guide and not only that, she earned the highest degree possible in the ranking of guides.  She knows well the history of this country and is very well traveled world wide.
Go figure.  She’s also brain dead on other really simple things and ain’t too bright when it comes to knowing when the visit should end.  And she really but really can’t tell a story A to Z except as I have written it here.  But she can tell you history without the side trips I write about.  Quite strange. Stranger still that I do love her.  But can’t stand the company more then a half hour if that.

1. My oldest brother majored in physics in college. Then he worked as a process engineer in a chemical plant, having never taken a chemistry course. Then he taught a college chemistry course, having *still* never taken one.
   Smart guy, he really is. The man can do differential calculus in his head.

   But I have never in my life seen such a gullible person, EVER. Every single wild, hare brained conspiracy theory that we laugh about here, he *believes*. And yes, when he talks, you have to *tell* him to stop, often several times. He has learned not to be offended by, “Joe! Take a breath!”
   And yeah, he’s my brother, and he’s a great guy, and I love him.... but I’m glad he lives 350 miles away.

   I hear and I understand peiper, I really do.

   Posted by GrumpyOldFart       12/27/2008  at  01:09 AM  



2. PHEW! I almost thought I was going to be unmasked.

   Anywhoo, all I can say is this:

   Poor, poor, poor Pieper.

   Welcome to In-Laws.

   The reason they invented Contract Hits.

   Posted by Turtler       12/27/2008  at  02:44 AM  



3. Hey Grumpy, Thanks for that.  Is frustrating especially when ya like or love em.

   Someone once told me that we love ppl IN SPITE of their faults, not because of them.
   I have to keep that in mind from time to time.

   Turtler ... good thing I keep to my golden rule about wet stuff near my keyboard.
   “The reason they invented contract hits.” Didn’t expect that. Funny. Thanks.

   Posted by peiper       12/27/2008  at  04:57 AM  



4. Priceless..............

   There was once a member of BMEWS who was very smart and made all the sense in the world when writing.  However, in person, I would say she is an “Aunt Jo” - she talked nonstop in the “flight-of-ideas” persona.  I loved her dearly........I wish I knew what happened to her.......

   Posted by Pixie       12/27/2008  at  09:59 AM  



5. "Welcome to In-Laws.

   The reason they invented Contract Hits. “

   Does anyone actually like their in-laws family better than their own like me?  Sad, but true…

   Posted by JGUNS       12/27/2008  at  10:16 AM  



6. Here’s an update. I promise I’m not making this stuff up.

   Jo called later that same night asking us if we knew where she could buy a touch lamp.
   Jo, have you tried - gasp - a lamp store? Give it a go. Before she actually asked the question though, she had to explain why she wanted one, which I never did catch all of it except something about a fuse in the plug.  (Plugs here have a fuse in them.)

   Hard to imagine how organized she used to be in her working years although off hours she was still ditsy so retirement has nothing to do with it.

   One summer the BIL was visiting and she arranged for them to do a tourist thing. Can’t recall what but as usual Jo was late picking him up here at the house. She is ALWAYS late, time has no meaning to her.  She was a good 15 minutes late when she pulled up honking the horn for him to come out.  She had arranged for him to wait outside the house.
   But he went in to use the bathroom, I was unloading groceries from our car helping wife with that, and she’s hollering at me about the fact that Rodger wasn’t waiting where he was supposed to and that she went to a lot of trouble arranging things, “thank you very much” and why wasn’t he ready.
   So I’m standing there with a grocery bag in each hand and couldn’t help laughing.

   I finally said, Jo you doll you.  You’re the one who is late.
   But she was leaning on the horn and I don’t think she heard me.

   Posted by peiper       12/28/2008  at  10:03 AM  

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