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Crumblin' Down Weekend Recap

Monday.   source And same to you all with a head nod and folded arms for perceived late 90's cool. Do you remember that old John Mellencamp song "when the walls... come tumbling down, when the walls, come crumblin tumblin'."  Sooo, remember a few weeks ago when I said it was raining in the house?  After 3 weeks of lame ass cheap attempts to caulk away a problem and some persistent emails and calls by the Mr last week, we finally got a call back about what was supposed to be a siding replacement.  I should also mention that just below that in our basement, we've had water seeping through our basement wall for 10 years.  The previous property management company's solution to that was waterproof paint.  You can tell 10 years later how well it's held up: Our witch neighbor has the water line in front of her place and we have always suspected a crack in the line from a tree she had right beside it.  She refused to let them come in to inspect her base...
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Happiest of Christmas Eve's to you all!

Since I know many of you are off spending time with your families, friends and the like, I know you may not be checking in here on a weekend, especially Christmas weekend.  But I would be remiss if I didn't spread my favorite bit of holiday cheer from the mouth of Francis X. Cross.


The line that always chokes me up early on is "For a couple of hours out of the whole year, we are the people that we always hoped we would be."  Why is that?  Why is it so much easier to let someone in during traffic even though the place we have to go means more to us that day than the mundane places we go but don't let people in when we just want to be first?  Why is it easier to cut the old guy driving 30 in a 45 a break that day instead of every day?    Why are we more likely to wave to someone we may pass every day in our neighborhood on that day than 363 or 364 days out of the year or wish them goodwill only that one or two days as though they somehow mean more?

Let's try to follow the renewed spirit of Frank Cross in Scrooged (or any Christmas Carol adaptation) and treat our fellow man better any day of the year, not just the holidays.

God bless us...everyone.

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  1. SarahDecember 25, 2016 at 8:23 AM

    Merry Christmas to you and the Mr.. I hope you are having a wonderful time and can't wait to hear all about it. Thank you for being a bright light in an online world that can get crazy and sad on a daily basis. You are appreciated!

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