Apparently I’m allergic to work and work is allergic to me. I don’t think I’m allergic to money and money to me but money sure isn’t attracted to me. I want to be a money magnet damn it!
January 26, 2013
So I have revived my Xanga because I want to share with you guys how tiring and annoying being a homeowner can be.
Thursday afternoon, I noticed what looked like a long hair in our kitchen sink.
So I went to go grab it, but it wouldn’t budge; it wouldn’t budge because it was a hairline crack from the drain to the rim of the basin.
I cleaned and dried out the damn area under the sink. Then I sent a text to the wife and waited for her to flip out. Thankfully she did not.
When she got home we went to Home Depot and bought a new sink, silicone caulk, new strainer, and a soap dispenser. Why a soap dispenser you ask? Because our old sink had three holes which were all properly used by the faucet but this new sink and most sinks at that place with so many choices where they really don’t give you much in terms of choices within the range that sensible people want to dwell.
Plus side for me I got a new tongue and groove wrench and a basin wrench out of the deal.
So we got back home and started working on it from 9 PM to just past midnight early Friday at the cheery time of 12:20 AM. We called it a night with everything working but one drain not connected because if everything lined up and worked on the first try, it just wouldn’t be a story about a homeowner running to Home Depot now would it?
So Friday, i.e. the day it was when I started typing this started with going to New Jersey to work, which was fine, it was all physical as the company is changing locations, but that’s whole different story.
I left work early at 4 PM because of the snow.
This picture was taken at 4:15 PM at the foot of the Ben Franklin Bridge waiting forever to get on the Vine St. Expressway.
I got near home around 7 PM. 3 hours for a commute that on average takes me an hour, sometimes less sometimes more.
I should’ve stayed on 76 and gotten off for Lincoln Drive but I didn’t want to wait in that long line on that joke of a highway. I took Rt. 1 to Broad Street like the idiot I am.
Anyways, somewhere near the intersection of Cheltenham and Broad, I get a call from the wife. She’s half panicked half yelling. It took me a while from all the damn beeping and wailing in the background that our home’s smoke detectors had been going on for a such long time that one of the neighbors called the cops and fire department because the sound was piercing the entire development. I tell her to try and turn the power off to the damn things at the circuit box. It doesn’t work, I tell her I’ll think something up and hang up.
She keeps calling, I don’t know what to do because I’m trying to stay alive and moving on the damn excuse for a commute tonight had.
I called a buddy asked if he knew anything. He gave me suggestions, which I then forwarded to her. None of them worked. Our neighbor tries to help, and thankfully got most of the alarms to silence. All except the one in the bedroom.
Meanwhile as I got near home, I made a trip to the “Dollar Store” aka Five and Below to get seven 9-volt batteries. Pep Boys because I couldn’t see out my windshield after draining my washer fluid on “The Commute”, then Office Max to buy some compressed air in a can to try and clean the smoke detector (which my friend found on the Internet), and go to said friend’s house to rob him of his ladder to reach that final unreachable alarm on our ceiling.
I get home, wife is surly and half-deaf, I’m dead tired. I reach the damn thing and now my home is silent yet again.
To make an even longer story short, I fixed the damn sink drain and it’s connected now, and tomorrow morning I have to replace all of our smoke detectors. Fun stuff.
December 16, 2012
Don’t complain about lawyers that belabor every single point in an otherwise pointless argument and then turn around and encourage some clever little child who you think has some rhetorical prowess but is likely just a complete pathological narcissist into attending law school to become a lawyer. You created that monster, so don’t bemoan the results of your meddling.
April 21, 2011
I see this site will probably never die. Ah. The innocence and actual thought/time that went into updating the world on your status before the you-know-whats came to be.
May 3, 2009
The righteous will be in everlasting remembrance. —Psalm 112:6
One reason we’re left here on earth and not taken to heaven immediately after trusting in Christ for salvation is that God has work for us to do. “Man is immortal,” Augustine said, “until his work is done.”
The time of our death is not determined by anyone or anything here on earth. That decision is made in the councils of heaven. When we have done all that God has in mind for us to do, then and only then will He take us home—and not one second before. As Paul put it, “David, after he had served his own generation by the will of God, fell asleep” (Acts 13:36).
In the meantime, until God takes us home, there’s plenty to do. “I must work the works of Him who sent Me while it is day,” Jesus said. “Night is coming when no one can work” (John 9:4). Night is coming when we will once for all close our eyes on this world, or our Lord will return to take us to be with Him. Each day brings that time a little closer.
As long as we have the light of day, we must work—not to conquer, acquire, accumulate, and retire, but to make visible the invisible Christ by touching people with His love. We can then be confident that our “labor is not in vain in the Lord” (1 Cor. 15:58). — David H. Roper
If you rely upon God’s strength
And live a life that’s true,
Then what you do in Jesus’ name
Will be His work through you. —D. De Haan
In God’s eyes, true greatness is serving others.