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"The Crew"
2010-02-12
Snowmageddon
Just a few pics here to show the immensity of 'Snowmageddon' this past week. I was off work all week (okay, I could have gone in Friday, but there was already a late arrival and unscheduled leave policy in place- and I already had today off as an AWS day anyway and had plans- Oh, and we have President's day off too [start government worker jokes here]).
Geena's height compared to the walls of snow (she's on the sidewalk to our front door).
The 'Man Machine' and the snowblower:) My neighbor let me borrow his- saved me a whole day of shoveling and a lot of Ibuprofen.
Geena likes icicles:)
Geena's height compared to the walls of snow (she's on the sidewalk to our front door).
The 'Man Machine' and the snowblower:) My neighbor let me borrow his- saved me a whole day of shoveling and a lot of Ibuprofen.
Geena likes icicles:)
So simple, a caveman can do it?
The DC Roberts' haven't posted in a while- which means me. So, I will post at least two articles to show you what we've been up to.
First, we decided for MLK weekend we would get our 46" LED TV mounted on the wall. Should be simple- screw a few things in the TV, screw a few things in the wall, hang TV. We've had the bracket and TV since late Sept., at least we're finally getting around to it. Well, that wasn't all that had to get screwed.
The bracket was made to modern building code, 16" between studs. Our 1954 Rambler wasn't, 24" b/w studs. So, I opted for the most difficult and dumbest solution, install a new stud (I already had one anyway from the basement demolition project). Here are the before, during and after shots. I still need to mud up the back wall, but we'll eventually 'get around to it'- hopefully before guests arrive.
First, we decided for MLK weekend we would get our 46" LED TV mounted on the wall. Should be simple- screw a few things in the TV, screw a few things in the wall, hang TV. We've had the bracket and TV since late Sept., at least we're finally getting around to it. Well, that wasn't all that had to get screwed.
The bracket was made to modern building code, 16" between studs. Our 1954 Rambler wasn't, 24" b/w studs. So, I opted for the most difficult and dumbest solution, install a new stud (I already had one anyway from the basement demolition project). Here are the before, during and after shots. I still need to mud up the back wall, but we'll eventually 'get around to it'- hopefully before guests arrive.
2010-02-05
Spotted: Short-haired Snaggletoothicus
Here is the evidence presently available to confirm the sighting:
(It was a little funny seeing a mass of Timnah's curls in an envelope labelled, "Baby's First Haircut.")
2010-02-04
2010-02-03
2010-01-31
Well since no one has posted anything in a while, I will. I ran a trial run of the 1/2 marathon course Saturday morning and finished well under my times from the past four years. The real deal is on Valentines Day so I'll let you all know how it goes. I can't believe I will have done this 5 years in a row!!!
JCB is deep into his studying for the bar. He has about two more weeks of the review class, a week off, and then it's game time the last week of February.
Peanut is doing well too! She has recovered nicely from the stitches she had over Christmas. You can't even tell she had them at all. I figured up the other day that she is roughly 6 (or 42) years old! Wow!
Love you, Les
JCB is deep into his studying for the bar. He has about two more weeks of the review class, a week off, and then it's game time the last week of February.
Peanut is doing well too! She has recovered nicely from the stitches she had over Christmas. You can't even tell she had them at all. I figured up the other day that she is roughly 6 (or 42) years old! Wow!
Love you, Les
2010-01-15
Mr. Walker Would be Proud
[for those who don't know, Mr. Walker was my old Scoutmaster...]
We had been getting by without running water since last Thursday. At about 10:30 last night, just as I was returning from showering at a neighbors, I noticed that the dishwasher was running and Andrea had a huge smile on her face. The pipe thawed while I was out, and only a few minutes prior to my return. Hallelujah!
Poking around in the crawlspace, I convinced myself that the freeze wasn't there, but was instead somewhere underground outside (I could tell by how the supply line left the crawlspace that it wasn't nearly as deep as it probably should have been). My master plan was to put a heater under the porch over where the water line was, cover it with a blanket, and see if that did the trick.
Well I never did get the heater, because I didn't really want Andrea to come home from her shower while I was in the crawlspace recovering the heater from where I had last left it. But in preparation for the heater, I did take my handy-dandy emergency space blanket, left-over from the Troop 51 days, and lay it down over where the pipe was (a space blanket is like a tarpaulin with a foil facing on one side).
It could have been a combination of many different factors, but in honor of Mr. Walker, we'll just say it was the space blanket.
We had been getting by without running water since last Thursday. At about 10:30 last night, just as I was returning from showering at a neighbors, I noticed that the dishwasher was running and Andrea had a huge smile on her face. The pipe thawed while I was out, and only a few minutes prior to my return. Hallelujah!
Poking around in the crawlspace, I convinced myself that the freeze wasn't there, but was instead somewhere underground outside (I could tell by how the supply line left the crawlspace that it wasn't nearly as deep as it probably should have been). My master plan was to put a heater under the porch over where the water line was, cover it with a blanket, and see if that did the trick.
Well I never did get the heater, because I didn't really want Andrea to come home from her shower while I was in the crawlspace recovering the heater from where I had last left it. But in preparation for the heater, I did take my handy-dandy emergency space blanket, left-over from the Troop 51 days, and lay it down over where the pipe was (a space blanket is like a tarpaulin with a foil facing on one side).
It could have been a combination of many different factors, but in honor of Mr. Walker, we'll just say it was the space blanket.
2010-01-07
The Disenfranchisement Starts Early
The weather man is already on Elias's bad list. The little-man's words to Mommy when he woke up this morning: "Its not snowing."
They were expecting accumulation of less than an inch, so no big loss. But to add insult to injury, though, as I was driving in this morning, the projections for today's precipitation has been revised downward from "one to three inches" to "a light dusting." Whoopee!
Conspiracy theory du jour: meteorologists (particularly in the south) are in collusion with bakers and dairies.
They were expecting accumulation of less than an inch, so no big loss. But to add insult to injury, though, as I was driving in this morning, the projections for today's precipitation has been revised downward from "one to three inches" to "a light dusting." Whoopee!
Conspiracy theory du jour: meteorologists (particularly in the south) are in collusion with bakers and dairies.
2009-12-30
Favorite Moment from the Holidays
Mine was watching Dad come full circle. On the night of the 25th there was no way he was going to play golf with the remaining male faction of the Roberts clan.
Watching the balls fly on the driving range on the morning of the 26th, he was feeling pretty good about his decision.
At around hole three later on in the morning, he was back-pedaling a bit.
By hole six he confirmed that had he known then what he now knew, he would be digging holes in the tee-box along with the rest of us.
By the time I was packing the van up to go home, he was poking around in the basement to see whether or not he had given his lefty clubs to the Goodwill.
My how things can change in a matter of a few days.
Pops, you'll have to post some pictures of the great event here on the blog...if you can figure out how to get negatives scanned into a computer...Maybe there's an "app" for that?
Watching the balls fly on the driving range on the morning of the 26th, he was feeling pretty good about his decision.
At around hole three later on in the morning, he was back-pedaling a bit.
By hole six he confirmed that had he known then what he now knew, he would be digging holes in the tee-box along with the rest of us.
By the time I was packing the van up to go home, he was poking around in the basement to see whether or not he had given his lefty clubs to the Goodwill.
My how things can change in a matter of a few days.
Pops, you'll have to post some pictures of the great event here on the blog...if you can figure out how to get negatives scanned into a computer...Maybe there's an "app" for that?
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