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I have a friend. She’s the blogger at Shitastrophy. If you haven’t visited her, you should. Her life will make you feel all warm and fuzzy about your train wreck.  She’s been asking me to share my ‘Shit’. I told her I don’t have any. She called me on that (and other colorful things).  So, because […]

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  • Ida Chiavaro - I knew I was in for a giggle. She got off easy. This one piece has more fodder for a best selling novel than most best sellers.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Thanks Ida! That’s high praise!!! I’ve got a suitcase full of fodder. The hubby discourages me from unpacking it. HahaaaaaReplyCancel

  • House Crazy Sarah - Holy Shit lady! That’s freaking awesome!!!!! What a great and refined way to bitch-slap an asshole who needed to be shown her place!! You got guts woman!!! And class!!!ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - She got off easy to say the least!ReplyCancel

  • enchantedseashells.com - Needed that chuckle today. Oh, and remind me not to piss you off!ReplyCancel

  • Sue - Was this the opening scene from this season’s Revenge show? I think it was. You could so be cast as one of the show’s leading ladies. In real life your a classy woman who got her revenge. I don’t know how you controlled yourself enough to just throw wine and not do more, but you did. This would make a good book too. Thanks for sharing xoReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Ya know what I LOVE about blogging Sue? I can only tell the dramatic parts and all of the average in-between just sort of disappears. Love ya gal!ReplyCancel

  • Lois Alter Mark - OMG I am crying laughing! That is AWESOME! She may have a pen but you have a URL and lots of friends who do, too. Just saying …ReplyCancel

  • Sandra Sallin - Wonderful. You put a big wide smile on my face. Thanks for the funny read. she derserved it and you gave it to her. No more wineing from her.ReplyCancel

  • Elizabeth Lee - This was fabulous. And just what I needed tonight.ReplyCancel

  • Petra - Am tempted to say: “More fodder, please!” – I almost had the impression of watching the whole thing unfold…Fabulous! I join the others with the ‘just-what-I-needed’ part, thank you!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Thank you my darling friend! I stopped by the other day and see that your show is mounted and looking good!ReplyCancel

  • Darcy Perdu - Holy Cow! I was riveted by this story! I thought this can’t possibly be true — that former homeowner is so evil! But wow, she certainly got her comeuppance!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - She got fired right after this. Our lawyer had a bit of a say in that. I had already had my say don’t ya think?ReplyCancel

  • bethteliho - what kind of crazy bitch spends her time writing nasty stuff about someone else?? GAH! You handled it so well, seriously. In that creepy graceful way that scares the shit outta people. Well played. Well played.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - This is a TRUE story. She really did write about us- a few times a year, and her editor let her. Unbelievable.ReplyCancel

  • Linda Roy - You ROCK! Period. Exclamation point!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Your the ROCK expert- I, on the other hand, am some other word. Maybe ‘fearless’, or ‘stupid’? Od stupid fearless?ReplyCancel

  • Michelle Wallace - Holy Schmoly Guacamole!
    What goes around comes around!
    Revenge is a dish (or is it a drink…) best served cold (or in this case… red)!
    Thanks for the chuckle!ReplyCancel

  • Rich Rumple - I once had a running battle with a Disc Jockey at a competitor’s station. He made fun of my pseudonym, so I made fun of his body (slightly overweight). This went on for months. One day, he called me while I was doing my shift, so I put him on the air without him knowing it. He made a sarcastic statement about my name and the way I heckled him on the air. On mic, I told him he’d started it all and then laid the great WC Fields line on him. “Well, you don’t like my name and I don’t like how sloppy flubbery you are. But tomorrow, I can change my name, and you’ll still be flubbery!” About that time he asked if he was on air and hung up. Bad thing was, his station had a policy that you never go on air at a competitor and canned his tail. He ended up at some AM station no one listened to. lol I know, I’m an ass, too! Isn’t it fun?!?!ReplyCancel

When I was a young girl, my parents built their first (and only) home in a freshly developed  neighborhood with freshly developed people.Everything was buttoned-up, shiny, and happyhappyhappy. Most of the Moms stayed home (not mine) and the Dad’s went to work (not often enough). Sure, the streets were tar-n-chip, but the houses were new, with big […]

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  • Natalie DeYoung - I want that bike. Now I’m inspired… 😉ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - There are so many inspirational bikes around here. I should just go around and photograph them. Now- you’ve inspired me! Thanks Nat!ReplyCancel

  • bethteliho - Aw, great post, great story, and freakin’ AWESOME SHAZAAM BIKE!!! I bet *she* was very grateful for the ride home. That was so sweet of you. 🙂ReplyCancel

  • bethteliho - Great post, great story, AND AWESOME SHAZAAM BIKE! I bet *she* was so grateful to have a ride home. That was so sweet of you. 🙂ReplyCancel

  • Sue - Spectacular bike! So glad you took a photo. He/she definitely needs a basket.ReplyCancel

  • Linda Roy - “…freshly developed neighborhood with freshly developed houses…” I love that. “And they’re all made out of ticky tacky…” 😉 But then, there are so many good lines in this Cheryl. Love!ReplyCancel

  • Kate @ Another Clean Slate - Be safe! I am always nervous about anyone I don’t know. But you are so good to offer a ride to a stranger. And a story from it!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I offered, but I didn’t say he took it, now did I? Anyways, I travel with a loaded gun right on the seat. (only kidding)ReplyCancel

  • musingsonmotherhoodmidlife - Wow. You are so sweet to have helped “her”. And she was very trusting to just go off with you. Did your newfound nostalgic friendship end there? Curious minds want to know:)
    EstelleReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - That’s anything but Ozzie and Harriet!ReplyCancel

  • Angel The Alien - I think a lot of neighborhoods are like that… the more perfect they are, the more secrets hiding behind those curtains! Glad you were a kind neighbor and offered a ride to the bike rider who loves fruit!ReplyCancel

  • bookworm - Wow, that is so not where I grew up (the Bronx). Of course, we had our own set of strangeness and cultural conflict. Still waiting for your memoir.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I’m to young to start a memoir (hahahaaa) I think I’ll wait another 56 years. I’ll be 60 by then.ReplyCancel

When I was fresh out of college, I couldn’t wait to get my first apartment.FREEDOM. SEX. FREEDOM.I had already acquired many pieces of furniture and art and sets of dishes all lovingly wrapped and waiting for me in my parent’s garage- like Christmas on steroids, except I had gotten these things for myself because Santa […]

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  • House Crazy Sarah - yes, times have changed! Wow – on your first place and Wow on your daughter’s place!!!ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - Oh, that’s suffering! Your poor daughter.

    My new place is a good location… though the downstairs neighbours do smoke pot.ReplyCancel

  • Winnie - Yes, but think of all the city “charm” you had. I am in the city, and remember my first place at age 21. I was the oldest of 6, and so did it on my own. Mismatched everything, but really, I was happy and I think it prepared me to be self sufficient. Come to think about it, maybe I should come back as your daughter. Loving her kitchen, oh my!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I just shake my head —– I guess this is what a REALLY good education and high skills gets you. And fabulous parents, of course.ReplyCancel

  • Barbara Torris - Oh my goodness…isn’t that just gorgeous. I think your princess is doing JUST fine.

    My children, like yours, started out ahead of where I was when they got their first apartment. I wanted their life for a while. It is really a lot of fun to watch them start out in the world. I know you must love it…living in a responsible environment…I didn’t even know what an “environment” was until I was 40!

    Be well Cheryl!
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    • A Pleasant House - Well, aren’t you spot on in every way! I guess the American Dream is still alive! Do better then your parents, and all that. We’re so happy for her.ReplyCancel

  • Ida Chiavaro - Definitely has a a lot more to do with her fabulous parents than the freedom/sex driven choices of our youth. I remember my second rental had an outdoor dunny, opposite a train track in an industrial section of the city. We could see the sky through the ceiling in the hallway, no neighbours on the weekend (that could complain about the smell of anything), bullet holes and lots of wild cats. I loved every second of it (and only when it was really cold at night did I pee in the bathtub.)ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - SO great Ida. ANd I’m glad the bathtub was only used in cold weather. Haahahaaa. We did have us some adventures didn’t we? Train tracks. Bullet holes. Gang fights. Boys. What a time! Thanks for stopping by- nice to see you.ReplyCancel

  • Rich Rumple - I remember my first apartment. I was completely unaware that there were train tracks only 25 feet behind it. Each night, at 2 a.m., a train would come through blowing its whistle in warning for the crossing ahead. Between the vibrations and the noise, I awoke thinking World War III has broke out! After a week, I never noticed it. I also remember my girlfriend coming over and finding that I had left dishes and pans soaking for over a week in the sink. I guess it was the smell that first gave her a hint. Brave girl, she was. She reached right down to the drain plug through the slimy mess and pulled it right out! She was a keeper that I lost, four times, before finally losing her forever. I still think of her. Great job!ReplyCancel

The other day I was feeling, shall we say, ‘silly’?You know, like when you make elaborate s-p-a-r-k-l-y girlish plans because it’s a sunny day, you’re feeling adventurous, and everything seems possible now that the kids are grown?You’ve decided having a ‘muffin-top’ is a middle aged aphrodisiac, chipped teeth are a medical opportunity for full-body cosmetic […]

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  • kblakecash - I was wondering what to do with the rhubarb Lieve brought home…ReplyCancel

  • Cathy - I am impressed and amazed and a little jealous of your baking skills. If that were me, I’d just be eating something like raw cookie dough from the fridge. But since all we have in our house is healthy white flour free, low fat and low salt items, I’d end up eating a bag of low-salt crackers. BORING!

    You ARE a girl after my own heart. I say Baruch Atah Adonai over your tarts and a Shabbat Shalom to you while I virtually enjoy their taste, Cheryl!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I don’t know what any of those funny words mean, but, I’ll embrace it! PS: I saw a gluten free ready prepared pastry crust in the grocery store the other day. And ya know what would be delish?- a nut and seed crust! Thanks for the idea. I’m off to experiment…. XXXOOOReplyCancel

  • The Desert Rocks - Turning on the oven might assist Satan! It is hotter here than Cairo. Cute post.ReplyCancel

  • bookworm - I was yours until you got to the rhubarb part. Who wants to bake in the heat? So, I will say – it’s a wonderful day in upstate New York – 70’s, breeze, low humidity. Am I rubbing it in too much?ReplyCancel

  • Erica Christopher - Mmm those TARTS look good!
    And you know what, I wish I had silly days more often. Sure beats actually knowing things and worrying about them, eh?ReplyCancel

  • Patty Rumaker - As usual I have no funny words – wish I did.
    This too shall pass.
    PattyReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - Mmmmm, delicious!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - And can you believe I JUST asked Ben if he likes rhubarb? And he said NO. After 31 years the mystery is still there.ReplyCancel

  • Sue - Husband loves Rhubarb pie. You would think that as a proper wife I would learn to make a rhubarb pie or tart for him after all these years. We can make rhubarb pie together when he retires so we don’t drive each other crazy. Thanks for the Tartful story and I mean that.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I think doing things together after the idiots retire is a splendid idea. In fact, we should try to meet up sooner then that!ReplyCancel

  • mindy trotta - Add a little bit of chopped apples and you have yourself a REAL Rosh Hashanah delicacy!! You are officially a member of the tribe!ReplyCancel

I love fairy tales.LOVELOVELOVEEspecially folk tales. They’re so…folksy, and wise, and cautionary.Here’s my favorite:Cute, silly, Chicken Little, lives a life of ignorant bliss skittering around the farm yard, visiting with his friends, imagining his importance, having his meals served to him, and a clean warm bed to snuggle into each and every frickin’ night. If his […]

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