Sometime during the night a leak formed in my bathroom ceiling.
The good news is, it is a very small leak, coming in around the fan, and it's over the shower.
Bad news, no clue how long it's been building.
And it's still raining.
Ultrasound for mom today, we need to finish our Thanksgiving meal plans, and the trash has to be taken off.
HAPPY TUESDAY!
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Leaks are the worst. We had one from the bathroom and didn't know it for awhile. I happened to be laying on the living room floor one day looking up and was like, why is the ceiling all bubbled out? Turns out it was full of water and about to burst!
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Was it a bad day?
Or was it a bad five minutes that you milked all day?
Oh, I have a therapy appointment today... With a MALE. This will be a first, but hopefully it will go well, I haven't had good vibes with females lately.
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Was it a bad day?
Or was it a bad five minutes that you milked all day?
The leak is so small, no telling how long it's been leaking.
But after an hour, it hadn't dripped enough to make a puddle in the bucket I put in there.
I can remember anything falling on the roof, either.
I don't know.
It seems dad is making a mental pros and cons list for moving with each thing that comes up.
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The leak is so small, no telling how long it's been leaking.
But after an hour, it hadn't dripped enough to make a puddle in the bucket I put in there.
I can remember anything falling on the roof, either.
I don't know.
It seems dad is making a mental pros and cons list for moving with each thing that comes up.
He can load up the cons list but will still have to fix it all before selling. I don't plan to move for another 10 years but every year I fix issues so i don't have an expensive avalanche of projects when i do sell.
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The leak is so small, no telling how long it's been leaking.
But after an hour, it hadn't dripped enough to make a puddle in the bucket I put in there.
I can remember anything falling on the roof, either.
I don't know.
It seems dad is making a mental pros and cons list for moving with each thing that comes up.
He can load up the cons list but will still have to fix it all before selling. I don't plan to move for another 10 years but every year I fix issues so i don't have an expensive avalanche of projects when i do sell.
Yeah, I know, he knows.
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Endured another adventure in the torture chamber this morning. So glad the therapist is seeing improvement in my range of motion. Praying I can avoid surgery and have full use of my arm.
Still waiting for the contractor to start the remodel. If you call and nag him, he takes longer, so I'm controlling myself. ;)
Lily, the leak WILL have to be fixed. There is no putting off that kind of problem.
FNW, IKWTDS, and Trudy, stay dry!
FWM, I would love to hibernate too! Hate the cold. Today is in the 40's! Yeah, that's warm for us.
Vette, hope the new guy works out for you.
Plan to visit my friend today. She is having the cancer surgery on Thursday. She sounded down when I talked to her on the phone. She needs some personal time with a good friend. I'm scared to death for her.. Wish me luck on lifting her up.
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I drink coffee so I don't kill you.
I quilt so I don't kill you.
Do you see a theme?
Faith isn't something that keeps bad things from happening. Faith is what helps us get through bad things when they do happen.
#1 is on a field trip. All day, outside, ropes course, ziplining. In the rain. And it's cold. I'm a little peeved. He wasn't looking forward to it either. I should have kept him home. Tomorrow #2 will be going on it, too. It's supposed to be even colder. Ugh.
#1 is on a field trip. All day, outside, ropes course, ziplining. In the rain. And it's cold. I'm a little peeved. He wasn't looking forward to it either. I should have kept him home. Tomorrow #2 will be going on it, too. It's supposed to be even colder. Ugh.
Hot Cocoa!
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So I HATE when I attend a meeting and slides are put up that previously didn't see but am the target of questions. Happened again today. During a deep dive I discover other data was combined with my program and the person who put the slides together didn't speak up?????
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If she can climb onto the ottoman, she can climb onto the chair, couch, anything else.
Wouldn't it be better to teach her how to be careful instead of moving all the furniture?
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Weird, Steven Tyler wants to friend me. I deleted the request thinking it was spam, but just received a PM from him (his manager I am sure). I had posted about supporting a charity. Sure that is what is about.
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Weird, Steven Tyler wants to friend me. I deleted the request thinking it was spam, but just received a PM from him (his manager I am sure). I had posted about supporting a charity. Sure that is what is about.
Weird, Steven Tyler wants to friend me. I deleted the request thinking it was spam, but just received a PM from him (his manager I am sure). I had posted about supporting a charity. Sure that is what is about.
Interesting! Let us know how that works out!
I did request a friend thing on the page, one can not actually do a friend request in the normal way on FB, but don't recall asking for a charity thing. Am I going nuts?
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
Weird, Steven Tyler wants to friend me. I deleted the request thinking it was spam, but just received a PM from him (his manager I am sure). I had posted about supporting a charity. Sure that is what is about.
Interesting! Let us know how that works out!
I did request a friend thing on the page, one can not actually do a friend request in the normal way on FB, but don't recall asking for a charity thing. Am I going nuts?
Weird, Steven Tyler wants to friend me. I deleted the request thinking it was spam, but just received a PM from him (his manager I am sure). I had posted about supporting a charity. Sure that is what is about.
Interesting! Let us know how that works out!
I did request a friend thing on the page, one can not actually do a friend request in the normal way on FB, but don't recall asking for a charity thing. Am I going nuts?
Beats the heck out of me.
I don't do FB, so I have no clue!
Sorry!
His message ended up being about a charity. I was asking him to be a guest speaker for a non profit, not charity. We will see. I know words get twisted when a celeb has many people handling their social media.
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And, yes, at 17 months they could climb up and down safely.
Steven Tyler? Tell him he has to join the board and give a private concert and you'll friend him!
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And, yes, at 17 months they could climb up and down safely.
Steven Tyler? Tell him he has to join the board and give a private concert and you'll friend him!
I never had to encourage mine to climb.
Conor figured it out, all on his own. Just like Cate.
And, he could get himself out of some tough spots. And, when he couldn't...I would be there to help. I was in my twenties, at the time.
Cate just started climbing today. And she has no clue, where she is once she gets up on the ottoman. Taking a header onto concrete slab, covered with padding and carpeting, could be really bad.
But, there's a BIG difference, between being a Mom, and being a Grandmother.
Thirty or more years, for starters!
Certainly, you can understand that. (Or, maybe not. You don't have grandchildren yet.)
I take care of Cate for 3 hours a day, so Jessi can get a nap. She works crazy hours. But, at least she works from home.
I will continue to make things as safe as I can.
And I will thank you, for keeping your put downs to yourself.
And, yes, at 17 months they could climb up and down safely.
Steven Tyler? Tell him he has to join the board and give a private concert and you'll friend him!
I never had to encourage mine to climb.
Conor figured it out, all on his own. Just like Cate.
And, he could get himself out of some tough spots. And, when he couldn't...I would be there to help. I was in my twenties, at the time.
Cate just started climbing today. And she has no clue, where she is once she gets up on the ottoman. Taking a header onto concrete slab, covered with padding and carpeting, could be really bad.
But, there's a BIG difference, between being a Mom, and being a Grandmother.
Thirty or more years, for starters!
Certainly, you can understand that. (Or, maybe not. You don't have grandchildren yet.)
I take care of Cate for 3 hours a day, so Jessi can get a nap. She works crazy hours. But, at least she works from home.
I will continue to make things as safe as I can.
And I will thank you, for keeping your put downs to yourself.
I'm doing the best I can.
My God, you've gotten super touchy lately.
I wasn't putting you down.
Since when is asking a question or stating what I did a put down?
And, no, I don't have grandchildren.
-- Edited by lilyofcourse on Tuesday 13th of November 2018 10:22:07 PM
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
And, yes, at 17 months they could climb up and down safely.
Steven Tyler? Tell him he has to join the board and give a private concert and you'll friend him!
I never had to encourage mine to climb.
Conor figured it out, all on his own. Just like Cate.
And, he could get himself out of some tough spots. And, when he couldn't...I would be there to help. I was in my twenties, at the time.
Cate just started climbing today. And she has no clue, where she is once she gets up on the ottoman. Taking a header onto concrete slab, covered with padding and carpeting, could be really bad.
But, there's a BIG difference, between being a Mom, and being a Grandmother.
Thirty or more years, for starters!
Certainly, you can understand that. (Or, maybe not. You don't have grandchildren yet.)
I take care of Cate for 3 hours a day, so Jessi can get a nap. She works crazy hours. But, at least she works from home.
I will continue to make things as safe as I can.
And I will thank you, for keeping your put downs to yourself.
I'm doing the best I can.
My God, you've gotten super touchy lately.
I wasn't putting you down.
Since when is asking a question or stating what I did a put down?
And, no, I don't have grandchildren.
-- Edited by lilyofcourse on Tuesday 13th of November 2018 10:22:07 PM
Yes, Lily. Yes you were.
It's not so much what you say...it's how you say it.
Your way is the best way. Your kids just knew everything, didn't they Lily? They were probably cutting the grass on the tractor, when they were two.
(That's how it sounds to me.)
Good grief. I'm too old to listen to you. I know better. I've been at it, longer than you have.
Moving a hazard out of the way, for Cate, instead of trying to teach a 17 month old, that throwing herself backwards, off the ottoman, is not a good idea? Really?
Yeah, at 58 years old...I will move the ottoman.
I'm not her Mom. I'm not in my 20's or 30's, anymore.
And, I don't mind moving something dangerous, into another room, until Cate gets a bit older, and can understand the danger.
That's what makes this work. I'm willing to change, to make things safe and happy, for all of us.
I'm not willing to turn my time with Cate, into a war of the wills.
I don't want to say "NO", every 5 seconds.
So, I will just keeping on, doing my best, to keep Cate safe and happy.
No hard feelings. I'm not being touchy. I'm just being careful, with my only grandchild.
And, yes, at 17 months they could climb up and down safely.
Steven Tyler? Tell him he has to join the board and give a private concert and you'll friend him!
I never had to encourage mine to climb.
Conor figured it out, all on his own. Just like Cate.
And, he could get himself out of some tough spots. And, when he couldn't...I would be there to help. I was in my twenties, at the time.
Cate just started climbing today. And she has no clue, where she is once she gets up on the ottoman. Taking a header onto concrete slab, covered with padding and carpeting, could be really bad.
But, there's a BIG difference, between being a Mom, and being a Grandmother.
Thirty or more years, for starters!
Certainly, you can understand that. (Or, maybe not. You don't have grandchildren yet.)
I take care of Cate for 3 hours a day, so Jessi can get a nap. She works crazy hours. But, at least she works from home.
I will continue to make things as safe as I can.
And I will thank you, for keeping your put downs to yourself.
I'm doing the best I can.
My God, you've gotten super touchy lately.
I wasn't putting you down.
Since when is asking a question or stating what I did a put down?
And, no, I don't have grandchildren.
-- Edited by lilyofcourse on Tuesday 13th of November 2018 10:22:07 PM
Yes, Lily. Yes you were.
It's not so much what you say...it's how you say it.
Your way is the best way. Your kids just knew everything, didn't they Lily? They were probably cutting the grass on the tractor, when they were two.
(That's how it sounds to me.)
Good grief. I'm too old to listen to you. I know better. I've been at it, longer than you have.
Moving a hazard out of the way, for Cate, instead of trying to teach a 17 month old, that throwing herself backwards, off the ottoman, is not a good idea? Really?
Yeah, at 58 years old...I will move the ottoman.
I'm not her Mom. I'm not in my 20's or 30's, anymore.
And, I don't mind moving something dangerous, into another room, until Cate gets a bit older, and can understand the danger.
That's what makes this work. I'm willing to change, to make things safe and happy, for all of us.
I'm not willing to turn my time with Cate, into a war of the wills.
I don't want to say "NO", every 5 seconds.
So, I will just keeping on, doing my best, to keep Cate safe and happy.
No hard feelings. I'm not being touchy. I'm just being careful, with my only grandchild.
I'm sure you can be on board with that.
Oh brother.
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I know my mother is much more cautious with my boys than I am. Her motto, "not on MY watch!" She fears something, anything, will happen and I will be furious. I remember I came home once and she pointed out a little scratch he got and explained that his nails probably needed to be cut but she was afraid to do it, yadda yadda. I probably would never have even noticed the scratch.
#2 climbed out of his crib twice as at 9 months old. On my mom's "watch". Both times she put him back in for his nap and he never tried it again after that. She was forever scared he would try again and hurt himself in the process so she would sit in the rocker outside of the nursery the entire time they slept to keep an eye on him. I thought she was crazy. Things happen and I would never blame her, but she would blame herself.
She still doesn't like the boys going upstairs if I'm not home because she fears they will fall down the stairs.
Yes I’m way more protective of my grandchildren then I was of my children. I put pillows around the coffee table when they are crawling and learning to walk and pull themselves up. I got very paranoid about that after my great nephew hit his head and got a huge goose egg on his forehead at 6 months. I had nightmares for months after that happened. I never let them out of my sight either. I will let my kids be the main caretakers and be the ones to teach them life lessons, I’m like fnws mom, not on my watch.
Ah, yes, the climbing days ... once they started, they never stopped. My little monkey is incorrigible when it comes to climbing.
I look forward to hearing about Cate's adventures :)
Conor was a trip. He learned to climb at an early age. He could get out of his crib when he was 14 months old.
Thank God, I was only 25 when I had him. And I had the energy to chase him around.
At 58, with a rebuilt back, I'm not near as fast as I was, when my children were little.
I will do what I need to do, to keep her safe. And to keep my heart out of my throat.
I will keep you posted on Cate's adventures. She's not as wild as her Dad was. But, she comes pretty close!
I've posted about DS' adventures. He's a wild one! I wonder if his kids - if he has any - will be as wild as him. I hope his wife has a strong heart if they are because they will be mini heart attacks. One of my friends has expressed a couple of times how happy she is that I got the wild child.
I know my mother is much more cautious with my boys than I am. Her motto, "not on MY watch!" She fears something, anything, will happen and I will be furious. I remember I came home once and she pointed out a little scratch he got and explained that his nails probably needed to be cut but she was afraid to do it, yadda yadda. I probably would never have even noticed the scratch.
#2 climbed out of his crib twice as at 9 months old. On my mom's "watch". Both times she put him back in for his nap and he never tried it again after that. She was forever scared he would try again and hurt himself in the process so she would sit in the rocker outside of the nursery the entire time they slept to keep an eye on him. I thought she was crazy. Things happen and I would never blame her, but she would blame herself.
She still doesn't like the boys going upstairs if I'm not home because she fears they will fall down the stairs.
I just laugh.
My FIL has the attitude that DS never gets injured on his watch and everyone must be negligent. He conveniently forgets about all the times DS did get injured on his watch. My MIL freaked the first time DS got injured on their watch. He was under a year old, climbed on the couch, and faceplanted onto the back of the couch. Cut his lip. She was crying harder than he was. I told her that I'll never be mad about him getting hurt as long as it's not due to negligence.
He's a daredevil. He's going to get hurt. I'm just thankful it's not been anything life-altering.
My grandparents had me tending the livestock, working fields, and helping with the slaughter, and canning from my very earliest memories.
I remember playing in the chicken coop as a very young child.
There are pictures of me at 2 riding horses and playing on top of the house.
No I was not picking on FWM.
My life has been different than most, and I raised my kids different than most.
None of us were, or are, perfect.
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