Weekend Project

Drip, drip, drip, drip, splash, gurgle. Plop.

Last week, I left my house by way of the downstairs door in the mudroom, mostly so I could see how the grass was doing back there and whether or not it needed cutting. The grass is doing quite well, thank you, and yes, it still needs cutting. As I was opening the door to go out, I felt water hit my head. I looked up and saw the drywall ceiling buckling as it was quite soggy. Ut oh. The drain and spigots for the bathtub are directly above.

I knew the hot water faucet had been dripping slightly (okay, slightly more than slightly) but figured I'd replace the washer in it when I got a "round-tu-it". I shut the hot water off and went to work that morning. That evening, when I got home, I opened up the wall behind the tub and to my dismay saw that the spigot housing had cracked, and water had been spraying in a fine, but steady mist between the walls and into the floor below. The joys of home ownership are ... at times, over-rated.

So I buckled down to the task of repairing the plumbing and the walls and ceiling that were damaged by the leak.


Carefully, I pulled the old tile off the soggy wall behind them, and put them in the kitchen sink to soak a while. I planned to clean them up and put them back on the wall where they came from...


I placed a piece of exterior grade plywood where I removed the rotted drywall.


After about 2 hours of standing at the kitchen sink, carefully chipping away the old grout, tile cement, and stuck drywall, I was able to put the tile back in place with only a little bit of modification - careful "nibbingly" with a pair of plyers to change the openings slightly as the new plumbing didn't exactly match the old -


I don't mind grouting tile - I much rather grout than clean the bathtub surround (as you can probably see). When I take my next shower, I'll take a can of "Scrubbing Bubbles" with me... Maybe. :)


I finished up today, getting the new spigots installed and recaulking the tub rim.


I then looked at the damaged ceiling in the mudroom. Hmmm... This project is going to need some planning...and a whole 'nother "round tu-it."

Hello George!

On the way to work this morning, I spotted this license plate on the car in front of me.


"ATM DAD" ...and it raised more questions than answers.

Did the man fix and/or service ATM machines, or did he feel like one, handing out 20's to his children?

Did "ATM Dad" go around telling people at parties that "An automated teller machine (ATM), is a computerised telecommunications device that provides the clients of a financial institution with access to financial transactions in a public space without the need for a cashier, human clerk or bank teller"?

And then the light (perhaps mercifully) changed to green and we continued on our respective ways.

I got to thinking about my first ATM card, it was from the Girard Bank of Philadelphia and the money machines were called "George". One used a "George Card" at Girard Bank locations only - the "network" had not yet been created. I loved my George Card. I was the first member of my family to have an ATM card.

Later, I got a blue MAC (money access card) that worked just about anywhere, even in far away places like Switzerland. I recall my traveling companion's jaw dropping expression when I pulled Swiss money out of a machine like a magician in Geneva.

History is murky about the "first" ATM machine. They were invented by IBM around 1970. Lloyds Bank in the UK claims to have had first ATM which it unveiled in December 1972. However, there is a plaque on the Barclays Bank in Enfield Town, North london stating that the first ATM (In the world) was installed there on the 27th June 1967.

At any rate - I got my "George Card" sometime before 1980. The only memory I have that dates having the card is knowing I used it at a National League Championship Series game in 1980 between the Philadelphia Phillies and the... funny I can't remember who they played. I do remember that the home team lost...

I just remember that since I used my George Card during the game, I won a free Cheese Steak Sandwich, courtesy of Girard Bank, when at the food service counter they asked me to name a "George", and I shouted, "George Vukovich!"

Beats me... I think he was a ballplayer back then.
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Recently, I was a fortunate recipient of this very nifty award. According to Just Stuff From a Boomer, liebster in German, means "beloved". It also means "dearest" and "favorite".

The Liebster Blog Award is designed to bring additional recognition to those bloggers with less than 200 followers. If you receive the award, you should link back to the blogger that nominated you and nominate 5 more blogs. And, also, don't forget to let them know you nominated them.



I know this award was given to two people I would have nominated, Deanna/Punkn and Mary/Freddie, I'll renominate them!

And the nominees are!

Rita from SoulComfort Corner
Alice Kay of Alice Kay is Here
Tori Z. of Tori's World
Nikki of Furry Bottoms
Heidi Cave of Fancy feet

And runners-up since I know they have more than 200 followers:
Aly of Adventures of a Yankee Girl and Parsley of Seasons of my Mind!

... and they are all truely winners.

Secret and Not Secret Penpal

Remember A Charlie Brown Valentine, a TV special where Charlie Brown goes to his mailbox each day to see if he has gotten a Valentine's Day card from the Little Red-Haired Girl? Some days, I can empathize with the poor guy. I mean, to quote Rodney Dangerfield, "if I wasn't born a boy I would of had nothing to play with."

But not anymore!! In the mailbox recently were three bits of "good mail"!

A beautiful postcard from Parsley, a long letter from Rita of SoulComfort, and a card from my secret penpal!

The wise old "knitted ones" gaze serenely at the scene...


Looking closely at those pictures, I thought to myself, that short little orange cone in the middle of the picture on the lower right looks really familiar. I pull out my magnifying glass and peered at her... and yes!! It is Miss Illinois! of the Miss Orange Conic America Pageant!

Thank you secret Penpal! You did it again...putting a smile on my face. Thank you Parsley and Rita for being such great friends!

The blog may have needed CPR but..

...despite rumors to the contrary, it isn't dead - and the blog owner isn't either - just yet.

I have just not been "feeling like it."

But I am up and about and doing things...and very slowly working through this spot of "I'd really rather not get out of bed today." I think there might be an end in sight.

This afternoon, the sun actually shined outside my office window... I took a photo of it to prove it... to myself mostly... it's over there in Flickr. See.. blue sky... it really does exist... --->

I went on a sunset cruise to celebrate my mom's birthday. It's her 29th one, if you want to know. She enjoyed the dine and ride on the Tireless, a restored wooden 68' Classic Trumpy motor yacht, built for Roger Firestone in 1963. The food was awesome. Dale and James were excellent hosts. And as we got off the "boat" at the end of the cruise, we bumped in one of my Dad's customers who was boarding to have a post-cruise drink. Small world, huh? Anyway, that's what the sunset, food and riverside pictures are over there in Flickr ----->

My mom went down to the seashore this week to check things out and took this photograph of the street sign at the end of the street at the beach with her Blackberry. I think it looks kind of cool. I call it Dune Sentinel.



I've been busy trying to catch up with things at work. When I get sick, I get way behind. So I've been reading emails, writing replies and still need to write to my secret penpal. I hope she'll forgive the delay this month. Besides reading a "user's manual" for Microsoft Project Server 2010 Implementation to prepare for a professional (re)certification exam, I've been trying to catch up reading your blogs and doing some "bathroom" reading. As you can see...


...it keeps me out of trouble.

Oh, and p.s., the cones that hatched? They all got good jobs with the Pennsylvania Department of Transportation and moved out of the nest now. Seems all that flooding as cause a huge demand for their skills.