Thursday, August 30, 2007
Things I never thought I would learn (or have to learn)
2. The American Red Cross is about more than blood donations. They bring water, mops, Clorox, cleaning supplies, and respond to disasters like nobody's business. Unfortunately, I think it is all in response to poor response to the Katrina victims.
3. Flood insurance ... get it. If you are near a creek, a river, or a lake.... GET IT!!! There are so many people in this town who thought they had it, but didn't, or didn't get it and wish they had.
4. Kids and elevators .... they are all the same. I wanna push the button; no it's MY turn; no it's MINE!
5. You can swim more than once a day if it keeps the kids happy and wears them out.
6. No matter how old your furnace is, don't become too attached to it. Ours was only one year old (just celebrated its birthday last month) and it is meeting its demise as I type this.
7. If you can, don't put all of your mechanicals in the basement.
8. There are a lot of washers and dryers out there to choose from.
9. Neighbors you thought stayed to themselves really do have hearts of gold. And when you make fun of the Neighborhood Watch program man, don't. He has a heart that is deeper than any ocean, and is genuinely concerned about everyone in his 'hood.
10. No matter what, if you think you have water in your transmission line, DO NOT start your car. Our next door neighbor made that mistake, and toasted his Honda.
11. And a note to our choir director: don't ever ask me for an update in choir. If you have a schedule to keep, that is.
Tomorrow, maybe, I will tell the story of a trip in the back of the city dumptruck ....
Labels: flooding
posted by Knitting Maniac at 8:09 AM
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
Just a litte update
Dear Nationwide Flood Insurance Department
Wish you were here
Flooding SUCKS!!!!
I love the smell of river water at 4 am
Those dreams again
As if he could endear himself ANYmore to me
Those phone calls you hate getting ... and a phone...
It's like they are speaking to me, man
Dreams
3 Comments:
I am in awe of your grace and composure. Personally, I would be swilling margaritas and mainlining chocolate. Seriously.
Chelle, it is called a coping mechanism, I think. I was dropping the f-bomb a few days ago. I didn't type about that.
ahh....the sense of humor is slowly slipping back into the blog..
haha
glad I was there to catch your f-bombs..lol
miss you much, hope things are getting back to normal in your world.
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