Update on the Bathtub situation: As of today, the powers that be are tinkering with my sense of humour and I must admit I'm feeling rather stretched but anyhow. I now have three lovely, asymmetrical holes in my bathroom wall. One below the toilet, one above the toilet, and one on the roof of the bathtub. It is now lovingly covered with a carefully chosen opaque-chic plastic, sided by silverfish-silve duct-tape. The framing was done by my husband and we are now allowed to have showers, but when we leave I follow these steps (I love to have three steps... for the OCD in me)as the work done by the plumbers is not a guarantee but a first step in fixing the water fountain pump we have in our tub
1. Stuff a ziplock bag partially down the drain
2. Jam plug into drain
3. Place one of Stew's 15 pound weights over the plug with the hopes that the water pressure won't be that strong.
It gets funnier but more embarassing, so I'll leave the last bit to the story for now!
Amanda
Friday, October 24, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
A Sequel to a Bathtub Full of Aparment Drama... A Neighbourly Note
Please see the next post if looking for information on the Bathtub.
Now to the Neighbourly Note:
We were away on Gabriola Island for Thanksgiving visiting good friends of ours. It was nice to get away, and as a previous Islander (not quite official but six years is more than just a taste) and being married to an official Islander, it was great. We came home late on Monday night and found this note on our doorstep:
THANKS FOR WAKING ME UP AGAIN THIS MORNING. I'M NOT SURE WHICH PROJECT YOU'RE WORKING ON THAT REQUIRES BANGING BEFORE THE SUN COMES UP!!!!! (Extra exclamation marks added by me) A LITTLE CONSIDERATION OF YOUR NEIGHBOURS WOULD BE NICE.
PLEASE FIND ATTACHED THE CITY OF BURNABY BYLAWS WHICH OUTLINE WHENWE GET A BREAK FROM THE NOISE. THIS INCLUDES SUNDAYS AND HOLIDAYS LIKE TODAY. PLEASE READ THEM.
THANKS, YOUR NEIGHBOURS.
Well this is kind of funny because we weren't even home and we brought our alarm clocks with us... so to solve the mystery the note writer left the "Neighbours" part a little vague. I especially loved the By-Laws bit, because we were in Gabriola eating Crab Chowder while our "Neigbour" was being irritated by some kind of loud banging. The mystery remains, but the note was even circulated amongst the staff at my school who all got a chuckle out of it. What else can you do folks? Moral of the tale, if complaining, leaving your name is a good idea? He he he
Amanda
Now to the Neighbourly Note:
We were away on Gabriola Island for Thanksgiving visiting good friends of ours. It was nice to get away, and as a previous Islander (not quite official but six years is more than just a taste) and being married to an official Islander, it was great. We came home late on Monday night and found this note on our doorstep:
THANKS FOR WAKING ME UP AGAIN THIS MORNING. I'M NOT SURE WHICH PROJECT YOU'RE WORKING ON THAT REQUIRES BANGING BEFORE THE SUN COMES UP!!!!! (Extra exclamation marks added by me) A LITTLE CONSIDERATION OF YOUR NEIGHBOURS WOULD BE NICE.
PLEASE FIND ATTACHED THE CITY OF BURNABY BYLAWS WHICH OUTLINE WHENWE GET A BREAK FROM THE NOISE. THIS INCLUDES SUNDAYS AND HOLIDAYS LIKE TODAY. PLEASE READ THEM.
THANKS, YOUR NEIGHBOURS.
Well this is kind of funny because we weren't even home and we brought our alarm clocks with us... so to solve the mystery the note writer left the "Neighbours" part a little vague. I especially loved the By-Laws bit, because we were in Gabriola eating Crab Chowder while our "Neigbour" was being irritated by some kind of loud banging. The mystery remains, but the note was even circulated amongst the staff at my school who all got a chuckle out of it. What else can you do folks? Moral of the tale, if complaining, leaving your name is a good idea? He he he
Amanda
A Bathtub Full
Hello Everyone,
With a Halloween party being planned by my class (which for those teachers out there equals complete mayhem for the duration of the planning period)and parent-teacher conferences right around the corner, and report cards around the next, I was thinking that was as full as I wanted my plate to be. You see, every since University I've been trying to find ways of trimming from my plate rather than making everything more complicated and stressful than it needed to be.
For instance: At UVic, I was determined as a 1st year student that the only way to study, was to TYPE out notes from the textbook. So what I ended up with, was a binder full of notes, that were really an abridged version of the textbook.
So #1: Why spend $150 on something when you can breach the Copyright and type out your own? Plus a whole ink cartridge to replace the one I used up printing?
#2: How many great (potential) social hours did I spend typing those notes? I really thought sacrificing a weekend would make me attend classes. Nope didn't always work
#3: I think guilt from not attending classes made me type those notes.
So a few years later, I've trimmed trimmed trimmed. I can let dirty dishes stay in the sink for longer than a few days (although that's not what Stewart would agree to). I let my family and social life be a priority over work. I don't let annoying parents irritate me anymore. I TRY not to let really bad drivers (because of course I'm not one of those aggressive commuters--haha ha) get my goat. No one fingered salutes here folks. I now have cereal nights (much to Stewart's dismay) at least a few times a week. I go for regular runs and try to appreciate all the great family, friends and life I have. Especially, I've tried to accept myself for what I am -- a quirky, caring, stubborn, difficult person who lives passionately for what she believes in, and lastly, to make peace for mistakes I've made, people I've hurt and things I wish I'd done differently. Da-da-da-daaaaaaaaa!
But all this positive thinking brings me back to the point about a balanced plate. Now an unbalanced plate.... So, this morning one thing was added, not by me, but by the plumbing in our building. At 5:30 am our bathtub was gurgling like a happily fed newborn and pretty soon there was a deluge of water bubbling forth from our drain. Going the WRONG way. So, Stew stayed behind and bailed the water out with a pink bucket lent to us from Dawn (thanks again for that)for the remainder of the day, while the Property Manager and Building Manager and whoever else tried to figure out what to do (quite valiently might I add). Now, if anyone has a shower in the building or tries to sneak a quick wash-down, we have the remainders of that experience bubbling up into our tub. And so sleep tonight will be like watching a baby or taking care of a baby, except this kind you don't cuddle, you just down the watery soup down the toilet. I've really got to laugh... but the next story is also real, also fresh and wish I had a picture but... I'm sure you can imagine. Hugs,
Amanda
With a Halloween party being planned by my class (which for those teachers out there equals complete mayhem for the duration of the planning period)and parent-teacher conferences right around the corner, and report cards around the next, I was thinking that was as full as I wanted my plate to be. You see, every since University I've been trying to find ways of trimming from my plate rather than making everything more complicated and stressful than it needed to be.
For instance: At UVic, I was determined as a 1st year student that the only way to study, was to TYPE out notes from the textbook. So what I ended up with, was a binder full of notes, that were really an abridged version of the textbook.
So #1: Why spend $150 on something when you can breach the Copyright and type out your own? Plus a whole ink cartridge to replace the one I used up printing?
#2: How many great (potential) social hours did I spend typing those notes? I really thought sacrificing a weekend would make me attend classes. Nope didn't always work
#3: I think guilt from not attending classes made me type those notes.
So a few years later, I've trimmed trimmed trimmed. I can let dirty dishes stay in the sink for longer than a few days (although that's not what Stewart would agree to). I let my family and social life be a priority over work. I don't let annoying parents irritate me anymore. I TRY not to let really bad drivers (because of course I'm not one of those aggressive commuters--haha ha) get my goat. No one fingered salutes here folks. I now have cereal nights (much to Stewart's dismay) at least a few times a week. I go for regular runs and try to appreciate all the great family, friends and life I have. Especially, I've tried to accept myself for what I am -- a quirky, caring, stubborn, difficult person who lives passionately for what she believes in, and lastly, to make peace for mistakes I've made, people I've hurt and things I wish I'd done differently. Da-da-da-daaaaaaaaa!
But all this positive thinking brings me back to the point about a balanced plate. Now an unbalanced plate.... So, this morning one thing was added, not by me, but by the plumbing in our building. At 5:30 am our bathtub was gurgling like a happily fed newborn and pretty soon there was a deluge of water bubbling forth from our drain. Going the WRONG way. So, Stew stayed behind and bailed the water out with a pink bucket lent to us from Dawn (thanks again for that)for the remainder of the day, while the Property Manager and Building Manager and whoever else tried to figure out what to do (quite valiently might I add). Now, if anyone has a shower in the building or tries to sneak a quick wash-down, we have the remainders of that experience bubbling up into our tub. And so sleep tonight will be like watching a baby or taking care of a baby, except this kind you don't cuddle, you just down the watery soup down the toilet. I've really got to laugh... but the next story is also real, also fresh and wish I had a picture but... I'm sure you can imagine. Hugs,
Amanda
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