Who even needs pipes, anyway?

Why, you ask? Why does the kitchen sink appear to be set up like the bathroom sink? Well... Hubby thought it would be a good idea to have the 900 year old pipes in our house replaced with something a little less old. Sounds like a decent idea, right? Yep.

Except for the part where the pipes under the bathroom sink are so old, the plumbers don't have what they need to fix them, and need to come back Monday with the things they need to fix them. Not so bad. A day and a half with out a bathroom sink. Minor inconvenience.

Except that they come back Monday and find out the pipes under the bathroom sink are soldered to the wall. Yep. Soldered. Why? Who knows! (It's not the first time we've heard "I have never seen that before" about how this house was put together.) So now, they have to come back again and rip the vanity from the wall, rip open the wall, and un-solder the pipe. Then they can attempt to replace the old with the new. Hopefully. Oh. My. Gosh.

And don't even start me on the visit from the building inspector.

The fun never ends here!




So, then, what's up with the microwave on the dining room table, you ask? Well.... Somewhere in the plumbing fun, the electric in one of the kitchen walls decided to quit working. Why? Who knows? So the microwave is on the dining room table. And there's no longer a phone in the kitchen. And the electrician has been called.

Seriously! The fun never ends here!

Oh! Did I mention that I'm sick? Like head-in-a-vise, can't breathe, boxes and boxes of tissue, where's the Nyquil sick. Except that I went vegan, so there goes the Nyquil. So instead I'm drinking the most vile tea ever invented on the face of the earth that Acupuncturist gave me. Which is just like Nyquil. If "just like" means "nothing even remotely close."

So, I'm going to finish my swill tea, wash my face and brush my teeth in the kitchen sink, heat up my rice sock (to be applied to my forehead) in the dining room, and go to bed.

Hopefully tomorrow will be better.

Right?

Nobody will care but me, but I don't care.

Sending happiest birthday wishes to Adam Clayton on this, his 50th birthday!

I heart you, Adam.

I'll see you in July.


50 thing to love about Adam as he turns 50.
(sigh)

You Capture - Quiet

Quiet. I like that word. I try, really try, to live as quiet a life as possible, in every way possible. I like quiet people, quiet places, quiet things. Loud and me, we don't get along so well. But Quiet and me, we're friends.

A typical Sunday...





As Depeche Mode once said, "Enjoy the silence."

See more at Beth's.

I've learned....

I've learned, through my vast life experience, this one simple truth.

Toast is the best food ever.

Toast is universal.

Toast is flexible.

Toast can be as complex as you want it to be (like a sandwich).

Toast can be as simple as you need it to be (like plain old toast with butter).

Toast can be filling (as in toast with peanut butter).

Toast can be light (as in toast with jam or honey).

Toast can be the cure for your chocolate craving (as in toast with Nutella).

Toast is quick and easy.

Toast is warm and comforting.

Toast has its own theme song. (It's on my ipod. Of course.)

Toast is, really, the best food ever.

This is what I've learned.

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tell it to me tuesdays

Wise Words

So, apparently, there was a fugitive on the loose.

And, apparently, our yard was Ground Zero in the search for said fugitive.

And, apparently, there were multitudes of police cars surrounding our house, police helicopters hovering above our house, and police officers combing the woods next to our house searching for this fugitive.

And, since Hubby works from home, he had a front row seat for the action (after bolting all the doors so that the fugitive did not get in our house).

And, apparently, all this police presence and pondering of the whereabouts of an escaped prisoner caused Hubby to pause and reflect on his life and its blessings.

And this is what he came up with:

"My life may not be perfect, but at least I'm not a fugitive."

So true.

So, so true.

You Capture - Hopeful

Do I even need to explain this?

Hope springs eternal at Beth's.

When I was a child....

When I was a child, I thought all parents were like my parents.
When I was a child, I thought all parents cared for their children, taught them right from wrong, did all they could to mold these ever-changing beings into responsible adults; into good people.
When I was a child, I assumed all parents were good people.
When I was a child, I didn't know how wrong I was.

Some parents are too self-centered to truly care about their children.
Some parents are too manipulative to think about right and wrong for themselves, let alone instill such a sense into their children.
Some parents tell so many lies, it's impossible to teach their children how to be honest.
Some parents never bothered to grow up themselves, so have no way to show their children how to be grown up.
Some parents are so busy trying to appear perfect to the rest of the world, they don't see that their children see them as anything but.
Some parents will never see what a far-reaching effect they have on their children.
Some parents will never see just how much damage they cause.

When I was a child, I thought all parents were like my parents.
When I was a child, I didn't know how lucky I was.

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tell it to me tuesdays