Coffee Date

I think I’ve mentioned this many times, but I do what I can to make this a positive space. I know this to be true, because many times my friends have asked me why I didn’t tell the whole truth about something. The reality is that I have stopped following many blogs because they cannot stop complaining. Seriously, you are telling a story about how you got cut off by someone on your way to work? Or constant complaining about weight or another blogger, I just can’t deal. And I really just don’t care about those things. I want to hear funny stories about your kids, about kitchen mishaps that magically worked out and awesome new work out crazes that you can’t get enough of.

All of that being said I’m here to complain. You’ve been warned, and I absolutely will not be offended if you simply look away right now… no seriously, I’m going to complain.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that … ice dams are the devil. I have used our roof rake obsessively this winter, because the build-up of ice over our back door leads to some sticky situations (usually when I have my hands full). However, there is one ice dam that I’m unable to reach, because my parents are short and well, genetically speaking so am I. Mike has been in charge of the other one. However it built up too quickly this winter, and last week we noticed water leaking into the house. Nothing major, but enough to where we knew we needed to have our ice dams steamed. Are you cringing because you know how much this cost me? Yea, it is close to $400/hr to have it done, and no they were not done in one hour. The good news is that our roof was completely void of snow for exactly 36 hours.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that … the bad news about the ice dam steaming situation is that the snow from our roof blocked the exit vent to our furnace. This means I came home, took one step inside and smelled nothing but rotten eggs. Gas leak? (expletive) I hit the floor and started crawling (rational? probably not, but it was my immediate response). I opened two windows, grabbed the dog and waited another 5 minutes in the driveway for Mike to get home. I ran off to my in laws house with the dog and he waited for the gas company … on the driveway. I called the vet on the way wondering if I needed to worry about her, apparently I did not. Since the response from the vet was “unless she’s a smoker, you’ve got nothing to worry about” um, okaythanksbye. The gas company realized pretty quickly that it was the covered vent causing our problem and helped Mike dig it out. They then re-tested the entire house and made sure we were safe.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that… while the gas company was in our house, they tested each of our appliances, and they ended up RED TAGGING my oven. Apparently it was giving off ten times the amount of carbon monoxide it was supposed to be giving off. PS – when they red tag an appliance it means you can’t turn it back on without having someone come and look at it. We got an appointment the next day, and it was promptly fixed, but seriously? They red tagged my oven. I was traumatized. Mike was laughing, because he has the uncanny ability to look at the situation and realize that everything is ok, even when I feel like it is most certainly NOT okay.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that … we got another 6 inches of snow the day after our snow blower gave out. I am SO thankful for wonderful neighbors who are willing to help when we need them. I promise to bring you baked goods whenever I make them!

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that … shortly after that snow fall, I got my car stuck in a snow bank on our driveway. I tried my hardest to get out, but I wasn’t able to. So, I had to crawl out the passenger side of my car and apologetically get my husband out of bed to rescue me. He’s my hero.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that … the day I have dreaded is here, I have my first cavity.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that … I feel like I’m growing out of this blog URL, and I want to change it, but the work that comes with it sounds messy and I don’t want to deal with it. Must.Come.Up.With.New.Plan.

So, if you see me looking a little defeated, you now know why. 23 days until spring. :)


3 Responses to “Coffee Date”

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    Stephanie @ Girl Versus Dough — February 25, 2022 at 12:38 pm

    Oh good gravy, girl. I feel for you. This winter needs to be OVER. Hang in there!

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    Kara — February 25, 2022 at 7:25 pm

    Oh, my god! How scary with the clogged vent/gas smell. Well, if it makes you feel better, I ALSO wedged my car in the snow on the side of our driveway, and had to crawl out the passenger side. A kindly stranger came and pushed me out, but it was pretty embarrassing. If I never saw snow again, I would be a happy woman.

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    cheri — February 25, 2022 at 9:01 pm

    My word what a story. So sorry things are going crazy. Looking forward to spring.

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