the house maid that used to take care of our house was particularly smart. She was pretty as well I loved her so much. I miss her now. I miss her so much that i cry sometimes.
maid is someone who is not married. she can be a house maid also who will help you with your daily chores. a maid is a very useful person if you are working mother.a maid is also a person who will be of great help if you have a small daughter. she can also be milk maid who brings milk
Maid , a servant. Paid off to serve others…as crazy as it is..maybe it is a life analogy. To serve people , what a way to live? Maybe it describes the person , a slave to money , respectable , yet…not. No Freedom.
Living this kind of life was far more than anyone on the outside could see. It wasn’t just about having a fancy home, with maids to do your cleaning. It wasn’t about fine restaurants where you discussed your business. It wasn’t even about the thrill of your work. This was about things that mattered. Tradition, integrity, and – most of all – family.
Sie war erst 15, als sie in die Dienste der Herrschaft trat. Sie war erst 15-einhalb, als der Herr des Hauses sie geschwängert hatte… Das hatte sie nicht unter Dienste der Herrschaft verstanden.
Maid , to be a maid is preetty crazy , its almost like your a servant , maybe its a reflection or just a type of analogy for the person you are in life. To live up serving someone the rest of your life , well thats just …inhumane? I don know , simpky put , i think maids are respectable because tyhey give up some freedom , but a
a maid can be seen as an indentured servant. cleaning up for the wealthy knowing that you will never get to the place they are at right then and there, heartbreaking to think people have to do that for a living.
I looked over at the maid once and then back to my girlfriend. When she had first suggested I had been very against it but now, looking at tall, blonde with the most amazing legs; I was thinking maybe my girlfriend did have a clue.
The maid
stared at the woman’s hand,
smooth and feminine,
bright fingernails,
and a shiny, shiny
diamond
on her finger.
She has no idea
what she’s gotten into.
The maid huddled in the corner as the old man swept everything from the vast table. You should never had taken this job, she told herself. You had it made.
I never thought the maid could do something this horrible. I can’t fathom how often I’ve looked up to her as my own mother. I suppose she took that idea and ran with it, just a little too far. Yesterday she was telling me she’d love to be take me away from here and be my mom, but now the police are involved.
this is a word, that is taken for what it is not. maid is usually thought of as slave, pushed around and not worth much. but being a made is being hard working, dedicated, caring and in control. being a maid is impressive and completely incomparable.
the handmaids tale was one of the best books ive ever read. Im currently reading the american fascist. they are related. I think they should be used together in a class about history. American fascist is scary. fundamentalist christians are insane.
A maid.
Stereotypically? Probably an elderly mexican woman wearing a powder blue dress, a white apron and some form of comfortable shoes. Most likely working in a hotel. Behind her, she’ll have a cart full of cleaning supplies and fresh towels. “Hola, housekeeping.” She’ll call, waving her feather duster about. She’ll enter the room with her all powerful, full access key despite the sign hanging on the door that says “Privacy Please. Don’t Disturb.” and go about her business.
There I was on the banister and I saw her… Her bodice was olive green and woven with small seashells. She could be a maid, I thought, in some future-istic goth sci-fi novel. Then she spoke. Spooky how dark sounds.
They made her do everything; it was never a choice of hers. She was their literal and figurative maid. Beck and call was where she waited, and if she toed away from that spot, hell would be sure to break loose. Not everyone has it made, least of all the maids.
there once was a maid named brandy, she enjoyed cleaning the house that she was employed at. there was a small dog in the yard, and a giant garden in the back. there was nothing to be unhappy about because the food was fresh and she could cook well for her children. they were young, still in elementary school and growing bigger everyday. then one day she came home and everyone around her wasn’t the same. the kids were all shaped different and funny looking. the dog wasn’t so much a dog as it was a cat, and the food wasn’t the right smell or texture that it normally was.
Every day, methodically, she cleaned the cuffs of her suit. She did it by hand, because that was regulation, and it suited her just fine despite the fact that she was tired from the long hours and wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed and get a few more hours of sleep. What kept her going wasn’t love for the job, nor a personal pride in her work, but the fact that she didn’t know anything else.
one time, my friend megan came over. megan loves cleaning, cooking, and everything that a kid should hate, so she dressed up in one of my highland dancing outfits (the jig outfit, irish washerwoman) and pretended she was a maid. She dusted everything, including my hair, and paraded around the house, a smile shining from her face because of the tattered apron around her waist.
The first time I watched the movie “Maid in Manhattan” I was in Scotland with my family. The movie was ok, not my favorite. Scotland was beautiful, though!
so i wish i had a maid. a french maid. a sexy french maid. everybody likes sexy french maids. with a mustache. a sexy french mustache that is all curly and lickable. i want to lick a french maid mustache that sounds very fun.
“Oh, dear lord,” Theo shuddered, “And here I thought you’d already scarred me beyond all repair.”
“Personally,” Sidhe laughed, “I bet he makes an adorable maid.”
Robyn glanced between them and calmly requested, “Can I have the dress back now?”
There were times when he was reminded that nothing could ever again be like Silvia . These were dark times. Times when he would come home to an empty house at 4pm. More than a maid was this Silvia. Silvia was light. Silvia was self-worth. Silvia spoke God.
“I feel like an old maid.”
I said it. Actually use those words. Those words are so old fashioned. Does anyone use them anymore? Perhaps I am or will be more of a spinster. Or does that involve some sort of knitting? Because that won’t happy. Crazy cat lady is most likely the title I will earn.
In my youth one of the premier juices was a line with the name”Minute Maid”. Now my memory may not be serving me correctly and the product may have actually been “made” rather than “maid”. What I am saying is that sometimes our memories are not of what actually was. but what we want them to be. This is how I prefer to look at the past. Otherwise, we are nothing but glorified mechanical recorders.
The maid walked into an empty room and looked underneath the bookshelf. “What is that?” she said while rummaging through bits of web and dust. She felt something wooden and prickly and pulled out a toy jack.
All I can think about is the French maid from Clue. In High School my friend Kileen played the part of her — garters the whole nine with the costume and all. Lets just say after the play she was extremely popular.
It was ridiculuous, waiting upon him like this.
Running for hsi whims about the house.
“hey, do you know where the newspaper is?”
“No”
“can you find it?”
“look, can you just give me back my homework?”
“newspaper.”
Boy, it made me mad, being made to be like a maid for him.
the house maid that used to take care of our house was particularly smart. She was pretty as well I loved her so much. I miss her now. I miss her so much that i cry sometimes.
maid is someone who is not married. she can be a house maid also who will help you with your daily chores. a maid is a very useful person if you are working mother.a maid is also a person who will be of great help if you have a small daughter. she can also be milk maid who brings milk
…. there was a room. alone.
here was the end of her day, the start of… forever?
lady, lady in white…
when i think of maids i usually think of women, and white.
i dont know why really.
You’re older now than anyone ever was.
Maid , a servant. Paid off to serve others…as crazy as it is..maybe it is a life analogy. To serve people , what a way to live? Maybe it describes the person , a slave to money , respectable , yet…not. No Freedom.
Living this kind of life was far more than anyone on the outside could see. It wasn’t just about having a fancy home, with maids to do your cleaning. It wasn’t about fine restaurants where you discussed your business. It wasn’t even about the thrill of your work. This was about things that mattered. Tradition, integrity, and – most of all – family.
Sie war erst 15, als sie in die Dienste der Herrschaft trat. Sie war erst 15-einhalb, als der Herr des Hauses sie geschwängert hatte… Das hatte sie nicht unter Dienste der Herrschaft verstanden.
Maid , to be a maid is preetty crazy , its almost like your a servant , maybe its a reflection or just a type of analogy for the person you are in life. To live up serving someone the rest of your life , well thats just …inhumane? I don know , simpky put , i think maids are respectable because tyhey give up some freedom , but a
a maid can be seen as an indentured servant. cleaning up for the wealthy knowing that you will never get to the place they are at right then and there, heartbreaking to think people have to do that for a living.
I looked over at the maid once and then back to my girlfriend. When she had first suggested I had been very against it but now, looking at tall, blonde with the most amazing legs; I was thinking maybe my girlfriend did have a clue.
someone who cooks and cleans. a slutty costume on halloween. someone who takes care of others.
The maid
stared at the woman’s hand,
smooth and feminine,
bright fingernails,
and a shiny, shiny
diamond
on her finger.
She has no idea
what she’s gotten into.
The maid huddled in the corner as the old man swept everything from the vast table. You should never had taken this job, she told herself. You had it made.
fran drescher
Sad maid.
Forever in chains.
I never thought the maid could do something this horrible. I can’t fathom how often I’ve looked up to her as my own mother. I suppose she took that idea and ran with it, just a little too far. Yesterday she was telling me she’d love to be take me away from here and be my mom, but now the police are involved.
this is a word, that is taken for what it is not. maid is usually thought of as slave, pushed around and not worth much. but being a made is being hard working, dedicated, caring and in control. being a maid is impressive and completely incomparable.
Change over the wash. I’m not your maid, you know. And if I was, I definitely would clean better places than this shit hole.
That’s right. I’d be a classy maid.
my life is good
but im missing something
something so big i can feel it
my heart can tell
that its not here
or is it someone ?
the handmaids tale was one of the best books ive ever read. Im currently reading the american fascist. they are related. I think they should be used together in a class about history. American fascist is scary. fundamentalist christians are insane.
A maid.
Stereotypically? Probably an elderly mexican woman wearing a powder blue dress, a white apron and some form of comfortable shoes. Most likely working in a hotel. Behind her, she’ll have a cart full of cleaning supplies and fresh towels. “Hola, housekeeping.” She’ll call, waving her feather duster about. She’ll enter the room with her all powerful, full access key despite the sign hanging on the door that says “Privacy Please. Don’t Disturb.” and go about her business.
He said, My fair maiden, will you take me away with you?
And I said, Yes.
There I was on the banister and I saw her… Her bodice was olive green and woven with small seashells. She could be a maid, I thought, in some future-istic goth sci-fi novel. Then she spoke. Spooky how dark sounds.
They made her do everything; it was never a choice of hers. She was their literal and figurative maid. Beck and call was where she waited, and if she toed away from that spot, hell would be sure to break loose. Not everyone has it made, least of all the maids.
there once was a maid named brandy, she enjoyed cleaning the house that she was employed at. there was a small dog in the yard, and a giant garden in the back. there was nothing to be unhappy about because the food was fresh and she could cook well for her children. they were young, still in elementary school and growing bigger everyday. then one day she came home and everyone around her wasn’t the same. the kids were all shaped different and funny looking. the dog wasn’t so much a dog as it was a cat, and the food wasn’t the right smell or texture that it normally was.
Every day, methodically, she cleaned the cuffs of her suit. She did it by hand, because that was regulation, and it suited her just fine despite the fact that she was tired from the long hours and wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed and get a few more hours of sleep. What kept her going wasn’t love for the job, nor a personal pride in her work, but the fact that she didn’t know anything else.
one time, my friend megan came over. megan loves cleaning, cooking, and everything that a kid should hate, so she dressed up in one of my highland dancing outfits (the jig outfit, irish washerwoman) and pretended she was a maid. She dusted everything, including my hair, and paraded around the house, a smile shining from her face because of the tattered apron around her waist.
The first time I watched the movie “Maid in Manhattan” I was in Scotland with my family. The movie was ok, not my favorite. Scotland was beautiful, though!
so i wish i had a maid. a french maid. a sexy french maid. everybody likes sexy french maids. with a mustache. a sexy french mustache that is all curly and lickable. i want to lick a french maid mustache that sounds very fun.
“Oh, dear lord,” Theo shuddered, “And here I thought you’d already scarred me beyond all repair.”
“Personally,” Sidhe laughed, “I bet he makes an adorable maid.”
Robyn glanced between them and calmly requested, “Can I have the dress back now?”
There were times when he was reminded that nothing could ever again be like Silvia . These were dark times. Times when he would come home to an empty house at 4pm. More than a maid was this Silvia. Silvia was light. Silvia was self-worth. Silvia spoke God.
“I feel like an old maid.”
I said it. Actually use those words. Those words are so old fashioned. Does anyone use them anymore? Perhaps I am or will be more of a spinster. Or does that involve some sort of knitting? Because that won’t happy. Crazy cat lady is most likely the title I will earn.
I’m 25 but it feels desolate.
Excluded, object of disgust, eyes look down upon and never up.
In my youth one of the premier juices was a line with the name”Minute Maid”. Now my memory may not be serving me correctly and the product may have actually been “made” rather than “maid”. What I am saying is that sometimes our memories are not of what actually was. but what we want them to be. This is how I prefer to look at the past. Otherwise, we are nothing but glorified mechanical recorders.
The maid walked into an empty room and looked underneath the bookshelf. “What is that?” she said while rummaging through bits of web and dust. She felt something wooden and prickly and pulled out a toy jack.
A sweet or sultry femme fatale. Take her as you will or take her how you want. A milestone in the failure of feminism.
All I can think about is the French maid from Clue. In High School my friend Kileen played the part of her — garters the whole nine with the costume and all. Lets just say after the play she was extremely popular.
It was ridiculuous, waiting upon him like this.
Running for hsi whims about the house.
“hey, do you know where the newspaper is?”
“No”
“can you find it?”
“look, can you just give me back my homework?”
“newspaper.”
Boy, it made me mad, being made to be like a maid for him.
The maid killed him in the billiards room!