Last week for Jerry's birthday we took a little vacation. Jerry's mom, Jerry, Andy and I rode the Cape May-Lewes ferry from Delaware to New Jersey, spent the day exploring New Jersey, and then rode the ferry back that night. I'll let the pictures tell most of the story, but suffice it to say we had a great time. We drove my truck onto the ferry because the shuttle buses don't start running until June and it's a six mile walk from the Cape May station to town. After we parked the truck on the deck of the ship, we returned to it a few times to get various things out of it (jackets, cameras), and it was a really weird feeling to be sitting in the vehicle while moving on a ship. We saw dolphins swimming by quite a few times. The four of us shared a hotel room in Rehoboth Beach. Jerry completely took off work and nobody knew he was in the vicinity (or if they did know, they didn't bother him!) It was only for three days, but what a great three days. Jerry and I climbed to the top of the lighthouse. Whew - 199 steps! But it was totally worth the climb to walk out on the top, feel the wind and see the spectacular views. We are definitely planning to go again. Here are some links to the fun stuff we did and saw:
Cape May-Lewes Ferry
Cape May Lighthouse
World War II Concrete Bunker
Naval Air Station, Wildwood, NJ
Sunday, May 03, 2009
A view from the top of the lighthouse. If you click on the picture to enlarge it, look in the corner of the wooden walkway going out onto the beach - see the two people, one in a pink shirt and one in a black shirt? They are Jerry's mom and Andy waving to us while Jerry and I were at the top.
A really neat piece of history - a concrete bunker from World War II.
More of said bunker.
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
The Suspense Ends!
Okay, okay - my apologies for not updating sooner. I had my followup appointment last Friday and it turns out that they actually took out four polyps, but only biopsied three. Of those three, two were benign and harmless, but Ol' Ugly was sure enough adenomatous (precancerous). Thankfully the margins surrounding it were found to be clean and free of adenomatous cells. So, I was admonished to eat red meat as little as possible (because it evidently has been linked to cancer), avoid corn and seedy stuff (so as not to aggravate the diverticulosis), and have another colonoscopy in three years to make sure nothing is growing back.
I can't help wondering what might have happened if I had waited until I was 50. Precancerous cells are just that - pre cancer. They are in the process of mutating into cancer cells. What if I had waited?
Please, please, please go have a colonoscopy if you have not had one. For my brother and sister, the doc said to tell you that you NEED to have this done because of my findings. On the plus side, the doc says that if your insurance company balks at approving it because you're under 50, you can tell them (and it can be verified) that you now have a sibling who had an adenomatous polyp removed and generally that should be enough for approval before age 50.
Anyhoo, I'm in the middle of stuff right now, but I just wanted to take a moment to update. I'll write more when I can. Happy Tuesday!
I can't help wondering what might have happened if I had waited until I was 50. Precancerous cells are just that - pre cancer. They are in the process of mutating into cancer cells. What if I had waited?
Please, please, please go have a colonoscopy if you have not had one. For my brother and sister, the doc said to tell you that you NEED to have this done because of my findings. On the plus side, the doc says that if your insurance company balks at approving it because you're under 50, you can tell them (and it can be verified) that you now have a sibling who had an adenomatous polyp removed and generally that should be enough for approval before age 50.
Anyhoo, I'm in the middle of stuff right now, but I just wanted to take a moment to update. I'll write more when I can. Happy Tuesday!
Saturday, March 14, 2009
More Information Than You Wanted.....
Okay, people. Hope you're not eating at the moment, but I got a wake-up call the other day and some readers out there probably need one, too. My cousin was recently diagnosed with advanced colon cancer at age 41. That was impetus enough for me to get a colonoscopy myself, which was done this past Thursday. Although "they" (who are "they", anyway?!) say you should have colonoscopies starting at age 50, I am glad I had one done before then. I am 45, healthy, take no medications, walk/run a couple of miles nearly every day, and try to watch what I eat. So I was very surprised to be told that I had three polyps and diverticulosis. Two of the polyps were small but one of them was, in the doctor's words, "rather large and ugly-looking". All of them were removed and sent off for biopsy and I will find out the results in three weeks.
Polyps are generally slow-growing critters, so at least the large one has evidently been taking up residence in my nether regions for a while now. What if I had waited until I was 50? How large and ugly-looking would it have been then? I have posted two of the pictures they gave me; one is one of the small polyps (the two smaller ones looked alike), and the other picture is the ugly one. I warned you - I truly hope you weren't eating when you started reading this post!
My hope in sharing this information is that you will take this seriously - I'll be honest; I went in there thinking that everything would be great and that was that. Now I will wait three weeks to see if Ol' Ugly is benign, precancerous, or cancerous. I do hope that this is a wake-up call to my dear brother o'mine and sister o'mine. I was the guinea pig for this stuff - now it's your turn!
Polyps are generally slow-growing critters, so at least the large one has evidently been taking up residence in my nether regions for a while now. What if I had waited until I was 50? How large and ugly-looking would it have been then? I have posted two of the pictures they gave me; one is one of the small polyps (the two smaller ones looked alike), and the other picture is the ugly one. I warned you - I truly hope you weren't eating when you started reading this post!
My hope in sharing this information is that you will take this seriously - I'll be honest; I went in there thinking that everything would be great and that was that. Now I will wait three weeks to see if Ol' Ugly is benign, precancerous, or cancerous. I do hope that this is a wake-up call to my dear brother o'mine and sister o'mine. I was the guinea pig for this stuff - now it's your turn!
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Back Again
Where has the time gone? Has it really been two months since Christmas?! Has it really been about one month since I last posted?! You'd think with no TV that I'd have more time to blog, wouldn't you? Well, actually no, because I never really watched TV that much anyway when we did have it. No one has gone through withdrawal, either. It's amazing how much time can be wasted spent watching TV. For me, though, it's the internet. I find myself losing track of time perusing favorite blogs or researching whatever I'm into at the moment, and I really need to keep track of how much time I'm wasting spending on it!
One of the blogs that I have been keeping up with is this one. It has been truly amazing to read their journey through cancer. Their faith is truly an inspiration. I strongly encourage everyone who visits my blog to visit this one. Make sure you have a LARGE box of tissues nearby. Go back to the earlier entries where their journey began and read through to the present - you won't be sorry - what you will be is uplifted and with a renewed sense of how awesome our God truly is.
In light of that blog and the news of my cousin's advanced cancer, it has really made me think. I know that I am saved, but how about all of you reading this? Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your personal Lord and Savior? If not, please search your heart and think about eternity - it's a long time to spend somewhere you *truly* do not want to be! Besides, I want to see each and every one of you in heaven. What a party that will be! If you're not sure if you are a saved Christian or you know you aren't and want to be, then I suggest you start by reading John 3:16; "For God loved the world so much that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not die, but have eternal life." Then pray sincerely, acknowledging that you know you are a sinner and wish to be saved, and that you believe in and accept Jesus as God's son and your Savior. It doesn't require long, fancy words or lots of "thee's and thou's". What God wants from us is earnest, heartfelt communication, and faith in him. Jesus says we are to have "faith like a child." Simple, unassuming faith that we'll be taken care of, no matter what, and that our life is in the hands of someone far more capable than ours! Please know that doing good deeds will NOT save you. Only simple faith and belief in Jesus will. Nothing we do here on this ol' earth will get us into heaven. Okay, my sermon is finished for today. Please consider what I have written - life truly is short, and eternity truly is a long time. Where would you rather be?
In other news, Jerry and I had our 27th anniversary last week. I am so in love with that man it's not even funny! I thank God each day for him. When we got married I had no idea that it would ever be this wonderful, but it just gets better every year. We didn't exchange gifts for our anniversary because we chose to do that for Valentine's Day. As soon as I get my pictures uploaded I'll post a picture of the wonderful gift he gave me. My camera has been pretty finicky lately and frankly, I don't feel like arguing with it this evening.
Last week Andy and I went to Delaware and took Jerry's mom with us. We had a great time. We walked EVERYWHERE. That lady's hard to keep up with - and I thought I was in fairly good shape! We plan on going back in April to ride the ferry to Cape May. One night we all went to the boardwalk. It was drizzly and chilly and the wind was really howling. It was about 9:00 at night and I couldn't help but walk down to the beach and stand in awe of the ocean. I don't believe I have ever seen the waves that huge, and when they crashed it sounded like thunder. It was so loud that when the others joined me down on the beach, we had to shout to be heard. We tried to get pictures but it was too dark. The whitecaps rolling on the huge black waves and then crashing down into an explosion of foam on the sand was truly a sight. I wandered too close a couple of times and got chased back by the waves, but I could have stood there all night just watching that.
Well, guess that's it for now. I'm sure I'll think of stuff I forgot to write, but that's a post for another day! Oh yeah - speaking of posts for another day, while certain people who shall remain nameless harass me for not blogging often enough, I haven't seen said certain person updatehis their blog in some time, either - just sayin'.............
One of the blogs that I have been keeping up with is this one. It has been truly amazing to read their journey through cancer. Their faith is truly an inspiration. I strongly encourage everyone who visits my blog to visit this one. Make sure you have a LARGE box of tissues nearby. Go back to the earlier entries where their journey began and read through to the present - you won't be sorry - what you will be is uplifted and with a renewed sense of how awesome our God truly is.
In light of that blog and the news of my cousin's advanced cancer, it has really made me think. I know that I am saved, but how about all of you reading this? Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your personal Lord and Savior? If not, please search your heart and think about eternity - it's a long time to spend somewhere you *truly* do not want to be! Besides, I want to see each and every one of you in heaven. What a party that will be! If you're not sure if you are a saved Christian or you know you aren't and want to be, then I suggest you start by reading John 3:16; "For God loved the world so much that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not die, but have eternal life." Then pray sincerely, acknowledging that you know you are a sinner and wish to be saved, and that you believe in and accept Jesus as God's son and your Savior. It doesn't require long, fancy words or lots of "thee's and thou's". What God wants from us is earnest, heartfelt communication, and faith in him. Jesus says we are to have "faith like a child." Simple, unassuming faith that we'll be taken care of, no matter what, and that our life is in the hands of someone far more capable than ours! Please know that doing good deeds will NOT save you. Only simple faith and belief in Jesus will. Nothing we do here on this ol' earth will get us into heaven. Okay, my sermon is finished for today. Please consider what I have written - life truly is short, and eternity truly is a long time. Where would you rather be?
In other news, Jerry and I had our 27th anniversary last week. I am so in love with that man it's not even funny! I thank God each day for him. When we got married I had no idea that it would ever be this wonderful, but it just gets better every year. We didn't exchange gifts for our anniversary because we chose to do that for Valentine's Day. As soon as I get my pictures uploaded I'll post a picture of the wonderful gift he gave me. My camera has been pretty finicky lately and frankly, I don't feel like arguing with it this evening.
Last week Andy and I went to Delaware and took Jerry's mom with us. We had a great time. We walked EVERYWHERE. That lady's hard to keep up with - and I thought I was in fairly good shape! We plan on going back in April to ride the ferry to Cape May. One night we all went to the boardwalk. It was drizzly and chilly and the wind was really howling. It was about 9:00 at night and I couldn't help but walk down to the beach and stand in awe of the ocean. I don't believe I have ever seen the waves that huge, and when they crashed it sounded like thunder. It was so loud that when the others joined me down on the beach, we had to shout to be heard. We tried to get pictures but it was too dark. The whitecaps rolling on the huge black waves and then crashing down into an explosion of foam on the sand was truly a sight. I wandered too close a couple of times and got chased back by the waves, but I could have stood there all night just watching that.
Well, guess that's it for now. I'm sure I'll think of stuff I forgot to write, but that's a post for another day! Oh yeah - speaking of posts for another day, while certain people who shall remain nameless harass me for not blogging often enough, I haven't seen said certain person update
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Aren't we radical?!
Well, we did it. We got rid of our tv. Oh, not the tv itself, just the cable service to it. We still use the tv to watch movies and play video games; we just don't have access to tv, and I couldn't be happier - and so is my bank account! Jerry and I have been talking about it for a while and we realized we really didn't watch that much tv. He watches the Weather Channel, I watch Food Network and PBS - and then only certain shows, if I remember to catch them on. The boys didn't watch tv at all. We decided that the little bit it was used just didn't justify the cost of it every month, so I had us officially uninstalled. Here's the weird part - they gave us a service disconnect date - and they came out and did whatever it is that they do - and we still had cable. Now this posed a moral dilemma. Technically, we were no longer paying for cable, but we still had it. Hmmm.....what to do....... Okay, that only lasted a short time before our conscience made us do the right thing and disconnect the box inside the house. Turns out, since we have to have digital coming in so that we have internet, if there is a box hooked up, we will still get tv. So for any cable employees or tattletales out there reading this, no, we're not getting free tv - technically, this would be stealing, and I don't know what your Bible says about it, but mine says it ain't right! Jerry and I decided that getting free tv just wasn't worth blocking any blessings that the Lord may feel inclined to bestow upon us! Oh, and thanks to that brother o'mine for being the voice of my conscience before my conscience actually kicked in on this issue! Maybe he'll be nice enough to let me link to his blog - I'll have to ask him. Anyway, off to roll out dough for cinnamon buns. Happy Sunday!
Monday, January 12, 2009
Friday, January 09, 2009
Hi, Again!
Yes, I realize the background of my blog is still Christmas. And no, there isn't anything I can do about it. At least not yet, anyway. The site to change the backgrounds is down for maintenance at the moment. I promise to have something fresh just as soon as I can. In the meantime, check out the slideshow I made! (in the post below - and it takes a while to load). Tom and Sam made one for her parents for Christmas and it was so good that I just had to try my hand at it. Tom and Sam didn't use specific software, though. They put it all together using various applications and stuff (whad'ya expect from a graphic arts student?!) I, however, cheated and found a great (and FREE!) program download from microsoft.com that works just fine for me. We won't tell Tom, though, after he went through all that work! Anyway, I have been spending inordinate amounts of time playing with the program. So, here's my first project - try not to be too harsh - I'm still learning. Enjoy!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Merry Christmas, Y'all!
I figured it has been about a month - I should probably write something before everyone thought I fell off the face of the earth. Andy and I spent the first two weeks of December in Delaware (it was only supposed to be three days, but stuff happens!) Anyway, by the time we got back home we were seriously behind on decorating, wrapping gifts, and that sort of thing. This Christmas is kind of a first for our family. Jerry and I have not exchanged gifts for years. In fact, the last time I can remember us giving each other a gift is when Tom was a baby. That "baby" is now 22 years old! The boys talked to Jerry and I at dinner one evening and said that they wanted Christmas to be different this year. We have never really gone all out for birthdays or holidays, and while the boys said they didn't want anything extravagant, they wanted a little more than what we had been doing in the past, and that included everyone getting gifts for each other - especially Jerry and I.
This Christmas season has been very special so far, even though we were away for the first two weeks of the month. Our "extra-special" Christmas plans had been decided before we left for Delaware, so Andy and I had an opportunity to shop in Rehoboth for our gifts. The boys shopped for each other for the first time, too, using their own money (not ours!) I can't wait for Jerry to open his gifts. We also had a rule about Christmas this year - no credit was to be used whatsoever (well, for Jerry, Tom and I - Andy doesn't have any credit cards!). If it couldn't be purchased with cash, it wasn't purchased. As of today my bank account is pretty flat, but I got GREAT gifts for my family and won't have any credit card payments for it next month -and that's a gift to ME!
We also bowed out of my family's Christmas gathering this year. I fully expect to be shredded, dissected, and turned into verbal mincemeat on Saturday, too! It has nothing to do with anyone - no politics, no hard feelings of any sort. We love everybody but just wanted this be "our" Christmas this year. We had a family meeting a couple weeks ago and voted on staying home this Christmas. Yes, I realize that we would all still be together even if we went somewhere, but there's just something different about being home with your loved ones. We're not shunning anyone - just enjoying our family time quietly this year.
I will post more later if I get a chance - right now I have chocolate chip cookies in the oven that need to be taken out! Merry Christmas, y'all! We love all of you and hope tomorrow is extra special for you, too.
This Christmas season has been very special so far, even though we were away for the first two weeks of the month. Our "extra-special" Christmas plans had been decided before we left for Delaware, so Andy and I had an opportunity to shop in Rehoboth for our gifts. The boys shopped for each other for the first time, too, using their own money (not ours!) I can't wait for Jerry to open his gifts. We also had a rule about Christmas this year - no credit was to be used whatsoever (well, for Jerry, Tom and I - Andy doesn't have any credit cards!). If it couldn't be purchased with cash, it wasn't purchased. As of today my bank account is pretty flat, but I got GREAT gifts for my family and won't have any credit card payments for it next month -and that's a gift to ME!
We also bowed out of my family's Christmas gathering this year. I fully expect to be shredded, dissected, and turned into verbal mincemeat on Saturday, too! It has nothing to do with anyone - no politics, no hard feelings of any sort. We love everybody but just wanted this be "our" Christmas this year. We had a family meeting a couple weeks ago and voted on staying home this Christmas. Yes, I realize that we would all still be together even if we went somewhere, but there's just something different about being home with your loved ones. We're not shunning anyone - just enjoying our family time quietly this year.
I will post more later if I get a chance - right now I have chocolate chip cookies in the oven that need to be taken out! Merry Christmas, y'all! We love all of you and hope tomorrow is extra special for you, too.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Thanksgiving
I am thankful for more than just the food this year. My one and only brother is a hero to me. Let me explain. Anyone who knows me knows that I am Mrs. Supreme Worry Wart. I can worry about the most inane things sometimes which drives myself, and my family, bonkers. When Jerry is away in Delaware it gives me more reason to worry. I worry about him constantly and drive him bonkers! We have a kind of routine when he's away where we keep in touch with each other at certain times throughout the day and he almost always calls to say goodnight (if he doesn't fall asleep first), and then when he wakes up at some point during the night he'll call just to say goodnight then!
The week before last he asked me to order pizza for him from Pizza Hut. I order online here and then pay for it online also so that all he has to do is sign the ticket and wait for delivery there in Delaware. I called him back with the expected delivery time and he said that he would eat his dinner and then call me. He specifically said that he wasn't feeling very tired so he would definitely call me when he finished eating. He has a tendency to fall asleep at the drop of a hat. He has fallen asleep while eating, while in the bathroom, out in the garage under his truck (I'm not making that up - Tom found him asleep there and almost called 911). And you wonder why I worry. Anyhoo, the pizza was late in arriving (I leave my cell phone number when I order in case there is a problem - which there was - the driver was lost and I had to direct him turn by turn to the trailer).
A long while after I knew the pizza had arrived, I figured Jerry would be calling anytime. I was working on a quilt that I am finally finishing after a long time, and lost track of time. When I finally looked at the clock, it seemed pretty late and a good while after the pizza had been delivered. Dad was out that night and awful thoughts of Jerry falling asleep and subsequently choking on his food, having a stroke, heart attack, etc., and being alone with no one to help him came to mind. Do I have an imagination or what?! Well, if you knew Jerry, you'd know it wasn't so far fetched. I decided to call him. It rang the requisite number of times and then went to voice mail. Hmmm......well, not too worried I figured I'd call again. Maybe he just fell asleep and it was taking a while for the ringing phone to register. No answer again. And again. And again. By this time I tried calling the trailer phone. I know the answering machine there is loud and annoying and SURELY he would hear that. Still no answer. Now my Supreme Worry Wart potential was in full regalia. Being 150 miles away in a situation like that is NO FUN AT ALL. NONE WHATSOEVER. I was praying like crazy by that time. I was really scared.
By now I had tried to call him 10 times over a period of time and had also called the trailer phone a few times. I finally called my wonderful brother and through my shaking voice explained what was going on. He did not even hesitate - he offered to go check on Jerry. I believe it was somewhere around 9:30 at night, too. If it was later, dear brother, feel free to comment and correct me! I made him leave his warm house at that ridiculous hour to check on my husband and he never even had to think about it. What a guy. Meanwhile, I kept trying to call Jerry. Finally, FINALLY, he groggily answered the phone. I lost it. Completely lost it. Between sobbing with relief and wanting to wring his neck, I finally choked out the whole story to him. But I had to hang up and call my brother who was still en route to him. Thankfully, he wasn't too very far from home, but still, the fact that he had to leave his house at all made me feel terrible. When I called Jerry back he said that he's not sure what happened - when he finally heard the phone and answered it, he said he looked around and found that he was sitting up, propped up against the headboard of the bed, TV blasting, with a piece of pizza in his hand. Long story short - okay, okay, too late for that - my brother was a hero to me and to Jerry and we both can't thank him enough for his selflessness. I will be writing about our holiday and other things, but this had to come first. We salute you, brother o'mine. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
The week before last he asked me to order pizza for him from Pizza Hut. I order online here and then pay for it online also so that all he has to do is sign the ticket and wait for delivery there in Delaware. I called him back with the expected delivery time and he said that he would eat his dinner and then call me. He specifically said that he wasn't feeling very tired so he would definitely call me when he finished eating. He has a tendency to fall asleep at the drop of a hat. He has fallen asleep while eating, while in the bathroom, out in the garage under his truck (I'm not making that up - Tom found him asleep there and almost called 911). And you wonder why I worry. Anyhoo, the pizza was late in arriving (I leave my cell phone number when I order in case there is a problem - which there was - the driver was lost and I had to direct him turn by turn to the trailer).
A long while after I knew the pizza had arrived, I figured Jerry would be calling anytime. I was working on a quilt that I am finally finishing after a long time, and lost track of time. When I finally looked at the clock, it seemed pretty late and a good while after the pizza had been delivered. Dad was out that night and awful thoughts of Jerry falling asleep and subsequently choking on his food, having a stroke, heart attack, etc., and being alone with no one to help him came to mind. Do I have an imagination or what?! Well, if you knew Jerry, you'd know it wasn't so far fetched. I decided to call him. It rang the requisite number of times and then went to voice mail. Hmmm......well, not too worried I figured I'd call again. Maybe he just fell asleep and it was taking a while for the ringing phone to register. No answer again. And again. And again. By this time I tried calling the trailer phone. I know the answering machine there is loud and annoying and SURELY he would hear that. Still no answer. Now my Supreme Worry Wart potential was in full regalia. Being 150 miles away in a situation like that is NO FUN AT ALL. NONE WHATSOEVER. I was praying like crazy by that time. I was really scared.
By now I had tried to call him 10 times over a period of time and had also called the trailer phone a few times. I finally called my wonderful brother and through my shaking voice explained what was going on. He did not even hesitate - he offered to go check on Jerry. I believe it was somewhere around 9:30 at night, too. If it was later, dear brother, feel free to comment and correct me! I made him leave his warm house at that ridiculous hour to check on my husband and he never even had to think about it. What a guy. Meanwhile, I kept trying to call Jerry. Finally, FINALLY, he groggily answered the phone. I lost it. Completely lost it. Between sobbing with relief and wanting to wring his neck, I finally choked out the whole story to him. But I had to hang up and call my brother who was still en route to him. Thankfully, he wasn't too very far from home, but still, the fact that he had to leave his house at all made me feel terrible. When I called Jerry back he said that he's not sure what happened - when he finally heard the phone and answered it, he said he looked around and found that he was sitting up, propped up against the headboard of the bed, TV blasting, with a piece of pizza in his hand. Long story short - okay, okay, too late for that - my brother was a hero to me and to Jerry and we both can't thank him enough for his selflessness. I will be writing about our holiday and other things, but this had to come first. We salute you, brother o'mine. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Fall Bounty
Jerry stopped at a farm stand and brought me two HUGE heads of cabbage, two HUGE heads of cauliflower, and two HUGE boxes of sweet potatoes. I have been busy processing stuff and hope to finish today. I made Andy a sweet potato pie, I made coleslaw, and I made a batch of sauerkraut. I've never made sauerkraut before. I let it "sour" for just under two weeks and it still seemed a little more sweet than sour, so I think I'll let the next batch sit a while longer. We'll be having some of the first batch with a pork roast this weekend when Jerry comes home. The heads of cabbage were so huge, that we measured and weighed them. They were bigger and weighed more than my boys when they were born - and they were both BIG boys! One head measured 30 inches around and weighed 11 pounds. That's alotta sauerkraut!
Here's Andy holding the mutant cabbage head, and in the next picture a salt shaker is placed next to the cabbage for comparison.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Yuck and more yuck
We were in Delaware again last week. And yes, I drove again. I'm getting pretty good at this stuff! Last week, though, we were there to do a really ugly job. Last year we discovered a leak under the kitchen sink and Jerry fixed that. Unfortunately, there are NO shutoff valves in the trailer! NONE! So, one by one everything that has to do with water is getting a shutoff valve put on it. We were actually awakened one night last December by a loud pop and then the sound of cascading water. I jumped out of bed and discovered that a pipe under the bathroom sink in our room had burst and was spraying water all over. Because there was NO SHUTOFF VALVE!!!!! I ran outside with a flashlight, had to take the access panel off of the skirting under the trailer and reach into the web-infested space under the trailer and turn the main water valve off. Unfortunately, we have had to do that a few times over the last year while we fixed one leak or another. Jerry's mom mentioned hearing about a polybutylene pipe recall a while back and so we looked into it. Lo and behold, guess what the trailer plumbing consists of? Yep - polybutylene pipes. There was a class action settlement in which if your trailer was manufactured between certain years, had polybutylene plumbing, and had experienced sudden leaks (we met ALL the criteria!), all of your plumbing would be replaced courtesy of Shell Oil. We looked into filing a claim and found out that the deadline for filing was 2005. We were a tad upset!
Anyway, with the kitchen and the bathroom sink repaired, we figured we'd be okay at least for a while! We knew that the wood underneath the kitchen sink needed to be repaired but Jerry figured he'd get to it when he had the time (which he does not have a lot of these days!).
Last winter I noticed that our bedroom got pretty cold while the rest of the trailer seemed toasty, so I decided to try covering the heat vents in the floor of the spare bedroom, living room and kitchen with phone books to see if I could direct more heat into our bedroom. Well, it worked just fine and so now the heat was just going into the two opposite ends of the trailer; Dad's room and our room. After a while Dad said he kept tripping over the phone book on the kitchen floor and so he put duct tape over the vent to close it off permanently. About a month after that, the kitchen floor started getting mountains in it! I'm not kidding - it actually started buckling up like small hills in places. We thought that maybe having the duct covered up was doing something not so great to the floor, so we uncovered it and figured we'd just have to replace the floor at some future time (again, when Jerry had the time!).
Then, while we were there three weeks ago, we had gone to Home Depot one night after dinner to pick up some things Jerry needed the next day for work. It was kind of late when we got back and Dad was already in his room. As we were walking into the trailer - still outside, though - we heard a VERY loud - I'm talking the kind of loud you have to shout to be heard above - whooshing, whistling and waterfall-sounding noise. We ran into the trailer to see what was going on, and followed the noise to the kitchen where, looking down into the now-uncovered floor vent, we could see water pouring into the vent from somewhere! The noise was deafening. Dad, of course, was sound asleep in the back of the trailer and heard nothing! Take two on my running outside with a flashlight to turn the water off. Only there were more spider webs to stick my arm through this time - ewww. Anyway, Jerry cut a piece of the flooring out to see what was going on. Boy did we see what was going on. A piece of that *$%&&# polybutylene pipe had just burst right in the side and was shooting water against the vent, but because it apparently had been leaking out of there for some time (which we were not aware of), it had soaked the insulation and the plywood, and the plywood had finally buckled enough to pull the vent right out of the main trunk line going into the kitchen. The deafening roar was a large water leak spraying under pressure against the metal of the trunk line. Now we understood where the mountains in the floor had come from - major water damage.
We knew that Dad would be going away for a week soon so Jerry fixed the leak and we figured we'd wait until he went away to gut the kitchen and replace the entire floor. Last week when Jerry started cutting the floor out, we were shocked at what was there. The flooring was moldy and disgusting. As he would cut pieces out, Andy and I would haul the moldy, smelly pieces outside. I just know that had to be really healthy for our lungs! It was slow going too, because everything was so rotten. Since the whole floor had to be replaced, we had to take EVERYTHING out of the kitchen. All the cabinets, sink, refrigerator, stove. Everything. And since it was a trailer, all the cabinets were built into the wall. I felt so sorry for Jerry. He really had a job to do. And this was in the evening after he had already worked all day. Everything was put into the hallway since Dad was gone and nobody needed to be in the back part of the trailer anyway. Over the course of three evenings Jerry got everything done. He completely rebuilt the bottom of the cabinet where the sink is and put new pipes there - with SHUTOFF VALVES on them! He also put a new dishwasher in. There was an ancient one there that hasn't worked in years so it will be nice to have a dishwasher to use there. He also repaired the ice maker to the refrigerator which also hasn't worked in a long time! He put all the wood flooring down and then finally the vinyl flooring. I am very proud of Jerry - he really does beautiful work. Over the past couple of months I had gotten so used to doing the "kitchen two-step" over the hills and valleys over the floor (I knew by heart where each dip and mountain was!) that after the new floor was down I was still doing the kitchen two-step out of habit! I'll have to get my bearings to know how to walk on a flat floor there again.
Well, that was last week. Andy and I are home again this week, trying to get stuff done here. I think it might be a little while before we go back - a couple weeks, at least - or unless that *&^%$ polybutylene decides to show us who's boss again - *SIGH*
Anyway, with the kitchen and the bathroom sink repaired, we figured we'd be okay at least for a while! We knew that the wood underneath the kitchen sink needed to be repaired but Jerry figured he'd get to it when he had the time (which he does not have a lot of these days!).
Last winter I noticed that our bedroom got pretty cold while the rest of the trailer seemed toasty, so I decided to try covering the heat vents in the floor of the spare bedroom, living room and kitchen with phone books to see if I could direct more heat into our bedroom. Well, it worked just fine and so now the heat was just going into the two opposite ends of the trailer; Dad's room and our room. After a while Dad said he kept tripping over the phone book on the kitchen floor and so he put duct tape over the vent to close it off permanently. About a month after that, the kitchen floor started getting mountains in it! I'm not kidding - it actually started buckling up like small hills in places. We thought that maybe having the duct covered up was doing something not so great to the floor, so we uncovered it and figured we'd just have to replace the floor at some future time (again, when Jerry had the time!).
Then, while we were there three weeks ago, we had gone to Home Depot one night after dinner to pick up some things Jerry needed the next day for work. It was kind of late when we got back and Dad was already in his room. As we were walking into the trailer - still outside, though - we heard a VERY loud - I'm talking the kind of loud you have to shout to be heard above - whooshing, whistling and waterfall-sounding noise. We ran into the trailer to see what was going on, and followed the noise to the kitchen where, looking down into the now-uncovered floor vent, we could see water pouring into the vent from somewhere! The noise was deafening. Dad, of course, was sound asleep in the back of the trailer and heard nothing! Take two on my running outside with a flashlight to turn the water off. Only there were more spider webs to stick my arm through this time - ewww. Anyway, Jerry cut a piece of the flooring out to see what was going on. Boy did we see what was going on. A piece of that *$%&&# polybutylene pipe had just burst right in the side and was shooting water against the vent, but because it apparently had been leaking out of there for some time (which we were not aware of), it had soaked the insulation and the plywood, and the plywood had finally buckled enough to pull the vent right out of the main trunk line going into the kitchen. The deafening roar was a large water leak spraying under pressure against the metal of the trunk line. Now we understood where the mountains in the floor had come from - major water damage.
We knew that Dad would be going away for a week soon so Jerry fixed the leak and we figured we'd wait until he went away to gut the kitchen and replace the entire floor. Last week when Jerry started cutting the floor out, we were shocked at what was there. The flooring was moldy and disgusting. As he would cut pieces out, Andy and I would haul the moldy, smelly pieces outside. I just know that had to be really healthy for our lungs! It was slow going too, because everything was so rotten. Since the whole floor had to be replaced, we had to take EVERYTHING out of the kitchen. All the cabinets, sink, refrigerator, stove. Everything. And since it was a trailer, all the cabinets were built into the wall. I felt so sorry for Jerry. He really had a job to do. And this was in the evening after he had already worked all day. Everything was put into the hallway since Dad was gone and nobody needed to be in the back part of the trailer anyway. Over the course of three evenings Jerry got everything done. He completely rebuilt the bottom of the cabinet where the sink is and put new pipes there - with SHUTOFF VALVES on them! He also put a new dishwasher in. There was an ancient one there that hasn't worked in years so it will be nice to have a dishwasher to use there. He also repaired the ice maker to the refrigerator which also hasn't worked in a long time! He put all the wood flooring down and then finally the vinyl flooring. I am very proud of Jerry - he really does beautiful work. Over the past couple of months I had gotten so used to doing the "kitchen two-step" over the hills and valleys over the floor (I knew by heart where each dip and mountain was!) that after the new floor was down I was still doing the kitchen two-step out of habit! I'll have to get my bearings to know how to walk on a flat floor there again.
Well, that was last week. Andy and I are home again this week, trying to get stuff done here. I think it might be a little while before we go back - a couple weeks, at least - or unless that *&^%$ polybutylene decides to show us who's boss again - *SIGH*
Yuck, yuck, and more yuck. The flooring was moldy from all the months of the water leak underneath. Gotta love that polybutylene plumbing. You can see the plumbing repair that Jerry made in the line toward the bottom of the picture.The hallway was the storage area for the counters and stove while the work was being done.
Monday, September 29, 2008
I Did It!
Whew - it's been a long time since I posted. I was in Delaware for 4 out of the last 5 weeks; 3 weeks there, 1 week home, then 1 week there again. And are you ready for this?! Drum roll, please........ I drove there MYSELF both times. Not only that, but during the first session (the three-week stint) I drove from Delaware to Annapolis to meet Tom and Sam and have lunch at Red Robin in the mall, then drove back to Delaware again. Yes, ME! Jerry says he's going to have to keep an eye on me now because I'll be all over the place. Everyone has asked me about the Bay Bridge - believe it or not, that didn't bother me at all. And yes, I do know about the tractor trailer that went off the bridge the week or so before I went. What bothered me the most was the traffic through Annapolis. I feel so boxed in - trapped. I do not like being in the middle of a lot of traffic at all. Oh, and I don't like two-way traffic on the Bay Bridge. My poor truck doesn't know what to think - the odometer actually turned over to 10,000 miles while we were gone. This February will be three years that we have had that vehicle - hmmm, 10,000 miles in three years - do you think I should cut back on my driving some?!
I had fully intended to go parasailing while we were there but it was Labor Day weekend and it was nuts and Labor Day was the last day the parasailing place was open. Here's a link to the parasail place. Look out next year, though! Dad thought I had lost my mind. When he asked me what I could possibly be thinking, I told him he could have his midlife crisis his way, and I'd have mine my way! (can't afford a red convertible, ya know!).
Andy and I are excited - turns out that the neighbors who live on the street behind us homeschool and belong to Conowingo-Rising Sun Christian School too. Conowingo sends out a newsletter with members' names, addresses and emails on it and I was really glad to see someone on there who is so close to us. I emailed them to introduce ourselves and they wrote back. They have a son who is a year older than Andy, a daughter who is 1 year younger, and another son who is 3 years younger. Their mom wrote and said that their oldest likes to skateboard and play video games and asked what Andy liked to do. How cool is that?! Andy likes the very same things. We are looking forward to meeting them.
I am declaring war on my house (again). I am fed up with this clutter. I have had bags of clothes and things sitting around that I was going to list on eBay, but now I just want them out of my house. I want open space back. A thrift shop has moved into the old post office building just down the street now. Guess where all my stuff is going this week?! I do not have the time right now to list all that stuff and the amount I would make from it would be minimal compared to the time spent writing listings for it. I would be better off just doing a few extra medical reports. Flylady is big on letting go of perfectionism and that's a bad trait of mine. My thinking was that I can't get rid of the clothes until I list them perfectly, take perfect pictures, etc. Well, I don't have that kind of time anymore nor do I want them taking up my space anymore - I love that mop commercial where the uppity guy says "Remove it from my space!" Sorry - hope I didn't give you whiplash by changing gears like that! I will still list things like school books and things like that, but the clothes have got to go now.
You may remember a couple of tips I wrote in the past, Karen's Ramblings: Karen's Household Hint #1, and Karen's Ramblings: Laundry Lessons. Here's another one - don't try to wash the fabric softener attachment of your washer in your dishwasher. Just don't. Your dishes will be Downy-fresh for the next 18 cycles.
I had fully intended to go parasailing while we were there but it was Labor Day weekend and it was nuts and Labor Day was the last day the parasailing place was open. Here's a link to the parasail place. Look out next year, though! Dad thought I had lost my mind. When he asked me what I could possibly be thinking, I told him he could have his midlife crisis his way, and I'd have mine my way! (can't afford a red convertible, ya know!).
Andy and I are excited - turns out that the neighbors who live on the street behind us homeschool and belong to Conowingo-Rising Sun Christian School too. Conowingo sends out a newsletter with members' names, addresses and emails on it and I was really glad to see someone on there who is so close to us. I emailed them to introduce ourselves and they wrote back. They have a son who is a year older than Andy, a daughter who is 1 year younger, and another son who is 3 years younger. Their mom wrote and said that their oldest likes to skateboard and play video games and asked what Andy liked to do. How cool is that?! Andy likes the very same things. We are looking forward to meeting them.
I am declaring war on my house (again). I am fed up with this clutter. I have had bags of clothes and things sitting around that I was going to list on eBay, but now I just want them out of my house. I want open space back. A thrift shop has moved into the old post office building just down the street now. Guess where all my stuff is going this week?! I do not have the time right now to list all that stuff and the amount I would make from it would be minimal compared to the time spent writing listings for it. I would be better off just doing a few extra medical reports. Flylady is big on letting go of perfectionism and that's a bad trait of mine. My thinking was that I can't get rid of the clothes until I list them perfectly, take perfect pictures, etc. Well, I don't have that kind of time anymore nor do I want them taking up my space anymore - I love that mop commercial where the uppity guy says "Remove it from my space!" Sorry - hope I didn't give you whiplash by changing gears like that! I will still list things like school books and things like that, but the clothes have got to go now.
You may remember a couple of tips I wrote in the past, Karen's Ramblings: Karen's Household Hint #1, and Karen's Ramblings: Laundry Lessons. Here's another one - don't try to wash the fabric softener attachment of your washer in your dishwasher. Just don't. Your dishes will be Downy-fresh for the next 18 cycles.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Will Someone Please Clue Me In?!
In a former post I wrote about a project Tom had to do for school which involved drawing his shoes. Here's the link to the post - http://karensramblings.blogspot.com/2007/01/here-is-toms-drawing-of-his-shoes.html.
I have written before about how I am able to see where visitors to my blog come from. Although I can't see who you are, I can see where you're from, unless you're using a proxy blocker. Anyway, over the last year or so there have been countless visits to this one post about Tom's shoes from literally all over the world. Just this morning there was a visitor from Australia looking at it. Over the weekend someone from Egypt looked at it. There have been visits from Italy, France, Spain, England, and just about every state in the United States.
Here's my request - will somebody PLEASE, PLEASE tell me what the attraction is to this post?! I did track it down and found that it was being used on an art school site (unfortunately not Tom's!) and was in a collection of drawn shoes, but I can't find anything else beyond that. Personally, I don't find my son's shoes all that interesting, but evidently SOMEBODY does - or at least his drawn rendition of them! I think I'll edit the post that is attached to the picture to ask directly on there for somebody to clue me in as to this picture's popularity. I even found it on a Google photo gallery of drawn shoes. I'm not asking for royalties here, I just would like to know what the great attraction is! Anybody?
I have written before about how I am able to see where visitors to my blog come from. Although I can't see who you are, I can see where you're from, unless you're using a proxy blocker. Anyway, over the last year or so there have been countless visits to this one post about Tom's shoes from literally all over the world. Just this morning there was a visitor from Australia looking at it. Over the weekend someone from Egypt looked at it. There have been visits from Italy, France, Spain, England, and just about every state in the United States.
Here's my request - will somebody PLEASE, PLEASE tell me what the attraction is to this post?! I did track it down and found that it was being used on an art school site (unfortunately not Tom's!) and was in a collection of drawn shoes, but I can't find anything else beyond that. Personally, I don't find my son's shoes all that interesting, but evidently SOMEBODY does - or at least his drawn rendition of them! I think I'll edit the post that is attached to the picture to ask directly on there for somebody to clue me in as to this picture's popularity. I even found it on a Google photo gallery of drawn shoes. I'm not asking for royalties here, I just would like to know what the great attraction is! Anybody?
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