Okay, so I really am trying to have a positive attitude, but sometimes it’s just TESTED. It’s raining in my house. Really. In multiple locations.
The picture on the right is pretty much the entire ceiling of my living room. Well, where the ceiling meets the wall. Cathedral ceiling, so the water could actually be coming in pretty much anywhere up the roofline. Then it’s pooling where it meets the wall. I know this because it’s actually dripping in the windows (which means it’s coming down the wall.) So when there’s not a 18 or so inches of snow on our roof (which we’ve tried to remove some of) and we can finally get this fixed, how much of the house will they have to tear down? Oh, also, it’s coming in through the light switch in the bathroom upstairs — I think it’s running down the wall there too and then following the wires through. I’m PSYCHED! (or psycho at this point!)
I am thinking that the snow is so white, so fluffy, so perfect for Christmas.
And the icicles are really quite pretty draped all over everything.
And at the same time I hope it doesn’t snow again until next year. We’ve already gotten quite a few sizable storms this year and it’s not even winter until tomorrow. Still, it does look really pretty — and fun to play in. Just wish it would stop coming in my house.
So I’m going to bolster my positive attitude, pay some college bills, finish up the Baby Announcements that I should have already finished, wrap some Christmas presents to the sound of drip, drip, drip.
Oh, here, I know what will cheer me. I’ll share an Oliver story. Oliver’s playing with my mum today. They’re playing some Star Wars made up game with lego figures (which, by the way, Oliver is always pulling off the arms, legs, heads, hats, etc. and reattaching them in weird ways. Sometimes parts get left off and it drives me nuts because I’m always telling him “You’re going to lose that!” — anyway, on with the story.) Mimi says to Oliver “Arm your men.” Oliver looks down and says “They already have arms!” Mimi laughs and says “No, ‘arms’ can be another word for weapons.” Oliver says “No, ‘guns’ and ’swords’ are other words for ‘weapons’. ‘Arms’ are what hold the weapons.” Ah a smile. See that, he can fix anything. Okay, off to empty the pans, pay bills, wrap, and announce — oh, and I best be getting my class done for January since Michelle wants a description. Anyone care to write a description for me?!? Would love ‘ya if you did. Since I don’t have the class done yet, accuracy would not be a big deal. heh.
Also, for those of you who emailed me…. Nashua South won (HOORAY!), Andrew lost by one point, but he did awesome. There were a couple badly timed whistles/buzzers and I really thought he was going to pull it out. He was miliseconds away from getting his two points for a takedown about ten times, but some crazy cling-on fingers on his leg kept him from it. A couple people in the stands said they thought he should have had them, but I don’t think the ref made a bad call on that. Just wish in a couple instances he hadn’t blown the whistle for a stalemate so quickly when I think Andy would have gotten the kid’s hand off his leg — he was working it. But I’m a mom, so my opinion could be wrong. He did seem to call deadlocks awfully fast though. The whole match was a stand up, heart pounding, yell your head off kind of match though. My husband thinks I’m a lunatic, but I can see him slowly getting into the meets more. Since I grew up around a wrestling team, it’s all nostalgic and lovely for me.
The best news of the night on Wednesday was that Andy got his congressional nomination! Whoooo, if you recall from my blog post regarding his letter of assurance from the Academy, that was one thing he needed. The only thing left is the medical waiver. That SHOULD BE in the works. Now everyone cross your fingers that waiver goes through and for no injuries. Knock, knock, knock on wood!
