Muddy Marley

Vidal Sassoon Explosion

If there's one thing you've learned by now, it's that my Mom doesn't throw anything out. She is very attached to her possessions and is convinced that no new product could ever take the place of the old one. She will use things until they fall apart -- and even when they break, she gives them to my Dad to fix -- he takes things down to his workshop like Victor Frankenstein and brings them back to life!

This mentality has passed down through the family over generations (even I have a bit of the gene). Some may call it hoarding -- or maybe it's an inability to spend money on something "new" when there is already a "perfectly good one" at home that "works fine."

The Explosion

My Mom was the proud owner of an ancient, brown Vidal Sassoon hairdryer, since the early 1980's -- you know the ones: with the metal coils on the tip, recalled off the shelves because they were catching fire and exploding in people's faces. This particular hair dryer was the "1500" model. She has been using this thing for the past 30 years and it is older than I am (it looks the first hair dryer ever invented).

Check this thing out . . .





Notice it only has three settings: Hot, Warm, and Cold. And only 2 "speeds" (High and Low)





When I asked my Mom why she still uses it, and why she doesn't just buy a new one (after all, they have made some amazing enhancements in the world of hair-drying since the 80's), she claimed: "Because mine works fine and has the perfect temperature." 

So, we put her to the test . . .

When my fiance and I stayed at her house, my fiance asked if she could use said hair dryer. After about 10 minutes, I heard her screaming from the bathroom. Sparks flew out of the handle and the darn thing caught fire! The smell of burning hair hit the air. Luckily, my fiance escaped with no major burns and her pretty face intact.

When we presented my mother with the charred evidence, she said: "You can't bend the cord -- you have to hold it straight. Last time it went on fire your Dad had to replace the wire."

I couldn't believe my ears.

After almost setting the house ablaze (twice) and nearly turning my fiance into a Pop Tart, my Mom was holding onto this thing for dear life. She gave it to my Father to see what could be done. He took it down to his workshop, laid it out on the dissection table, and surveyed the damage . . .

It looks like a science project I made in grade school using an old remote control car motor and some electrical wires. Needless to say, the hair dryer was beyond repair. My Mother had no choice but to throw it away. It was a sad, sad day. But I like to think it had a good run: over 30 years of drying hair and no fatalities.

Moral of the story: "if it ain't broke, don't fix it -- unless you catch on fire."

NO MEAT

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Note the strategic placement of this one . . .

You could drive your car 100 mph off a cliff and the last thing you'd see on the way down was a reminder not to eat meat on Ash Wednesday!

The Heat is (NOT) On . . .

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Hi John & Adrienne,

In case you come in, we are not putting heat on until November. It is 85 degrees Sat & Sun 65 degrees – use an extra blanket – the tempt is around 67degrees in house which is fine – we have not used heat yet. Please don’t try to put it on –

Also, keep mindful of refrig doors so they stay closed & take care of the house & the bunny – Have a nice weekend! We’ll be home 12-12:30 Sunday.

Love, Mom

Enjoy your wine (Keep house neat – Thanks)

Pretty Good

The Bourbon Chicken is, well -- pretty good.

Open Doors & Empty Beers

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY

The apple certainly doesn't fall far from the tree . . .

RIP Grandpa
- we love you and miss you so much -

No Faces on Facebook!

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Croc of Sh*t

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I wonder if this was paid in full?

No Water (No Water)

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I think one note would have done the trick here . . .

Old News

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My Mom has "no time" to read the newspaper every day. 

So they pile up on the porch for weeks, sometimes months.

And then she sits down to catch up on the news!

(I think she still thinks Bush is President)

For the Birds . . .

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