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Comment from hotstuff
What a saga-poor you. I admire your staying power and feel sure that once you have the house is finished you will be happy that you stuck with your decision to move back in. Good luck. This was a very interesting account to read if I dare say it?
reply by the author on 19-Aug-2010
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What a saga-poor you. I admire your staying power and feel sure that once you have the house is finished you will be happy that you stuck with your decision to move back in. Good luck. This was a very interesting account to read if I dare say it?
Comment Written 15-Aug-2010
reply by the author on 19-Aug-2010
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hotstuff,
Thanks for enjoying my story and for the kind comments. I truly appreciate it.
Smiles, Carol
Comment from Belinda
Hi, Carol, I'm sorry, so sorry, of what happened to you with the house, the workers, and the sickness that hovered on your loved ones. I'm surprised, though, of how fluently and clearly you write about all these, without a tinge of anger aside for the girlfriend of your worker. I truly hope, by now everything is going to the better...
reply by the author on 19-Aug-2010
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Hi, Carol, I'm sorry, so sorry, of what happened to you with the house, the workers, and the sickness that hovered on your loved ones. I'm surprised, though, of how fluently and clearly you write about all these, without a tinge of anger aside for the girlfriend of your worker. I truly hope, by now everything is going to the better...
Comment Written 15-Aug-2010
reply by the author on 19-Aug-2010
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Belinda,
Anger is probably bubbling on the back burner somewhere, but right now I can't find time to stir that pot. A light is glimmering at the end of the tunnel..Smiles, Carol
Comment from BethShelby
You have had a summer from Hell. I could never top that but it did get me to thinking of some of my other problems of the last four months. Like the wind storm that knocked a hole in the roof, A $400.00 water bill from a leak no one could find, Over a two months to get it fixed with all new pipes at $3000, A plumber who dug deep trenches in the yard and refuses to come finish the job. Being covered from head to toe with tick bites (both my husband and I) air conditioning problem, dental nightmares and the list goes on. But as I said, your story is almose unbelievable and told so well. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I hope the job is finished soon and your honey gets all better. I'll remember you in my prayers.
reply by the author on 19-Aug-2010
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You have had a summer from Hell. I could never top that but it did get me to thinking of some of my other problems of the last four months. Like the wind storm that knocked a hole in the roof, A $400.00 water bill from a leak no one could find, Over a two months to get it fixed with all new pipes at $3000, A plumber who dug deep trenches in the yard and refuses to come finish the job. Being covered from head to toe with tick bites (both my husband and I) air conditioning problem, dental nightmares and the list goes on. But as I said, your story is almose unbelievable and told so well. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I hope the job is finished soon and your honey gets all better. I'll remember you in my prayers.
Comment Written 15-Aug-2010
reply by the author on 19-Aug-2010
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Beth,
Looks like my black cloud moved a little south and caught you too...Sorry you had so much going wrong as well. We must have a silver lining waiting somewhere, right? Smiles, Carol
Comment from Thesis
Oh My God, Carol. I don't even know where to begin to comment on what you've been through. Somehow, at the end of the day, sainthood comes to mind, but wow.
Hell, forget about a glass of wine, have the bottle. - John
reply by the author on 19-Aug-2010
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Oh My God, Carol. I don't even know where to begin to comment on what you've been through. Somehow, at the end of the day, sainthood comes to mind, but wow.
Hell, forget about a glass of wine, have the bottle. - John
Comment Written 15-Aug-2010
reply by the author on 19-Aug-2010
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John,
When this is all done...I hope and pray it will be soon...I will tip a glass to you and once again enjoy writing and sharing with my friends. Smiles, Carol
Comment from Gert sherwood
Hello Carol
You definitely have real good humor in you story.
A great comical comical chapter.
I know with all the dismays you had I would of thrown up my hands.
Gert
reply by the author on 19-Aug-2010
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Hello Carol
You definitely have real good humor in you story.
A great comical comical chapter.
I know with all the dismays you had I would of thrown up my hands.
Gert
Comment Written 15-Aug-2010
reply by the author on 19-Aug-2010
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Gert,
Believe me the thought crossed my mind a time or two, but then I knew I had to keep moving forward. Thanks so much...Carol
Comment from barbara.wilkey
Oh NO!!!! Unfortunately, this is funny. I know when you are living through it, it is anything but funny. I am sure about twenty years down the road you will laugh.
reply by the author on 19-Aug-2010
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Oh NO!!!! Unfortunately, this is funny. I know when you are living through it, it is anything but funny. I am sure about twenty years down the road you will laugh.
Comment Written 15-Aug-2010
reply by the author on 19-Aug-2010
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Barbara,
I laugh now...Some of it, especially "Denise" is more than unbelievable..I forgot to mention she wasmissing her two front teeth. Honest! Smiles, Carol
Comment from seewhatimwritingnow
OMG! Unbelievable! How have you survived all of this! I would think, by now- that the house was cursed! Oh- I have had problems with fixing up houses..but NOTHING compared to what you have gone through! I would have been absolutely TERRIFIED of that weird girl! You are one brave lady! It's so tragic, it's almost funny! Thanks for sharing this story that held my interest from beginning to end! Betty
reply by the author on 19-Aug-2010
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OMG! Unbelievable! How have you survived all of this! I would think, by now- that the house was cursed! Oh- I have had problems with fixing up houses..but NOTHING compared to what you have gone through! I would have been absolutely TERRIFIED of that weird girl! You are one brave lady! It's so tragic, it's almost funny! Thanks for sharing this story that held my interest from beginning to end! Betty
Comment Written 15-Aug-2010
reply by the author on 19-Aug-2010
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Betty,
Me too except that it was the home of my darling angel and I know he is looking down and giving me strength. Smiles, CArol
Comment from RebelRose
spent [out] Saturday night ... [our]
I have pointed out a few nits in the two parts of this story but I honestly don't see how you wrote this much without a plethera of them. My mind would have been so far ahead of my fingers, I would have left out words and made all kinds of errors. You did a great job of pulling it all together. There are no words to describe what you have been through. It seems almost unheard of that so much could happen to one person or family. I do know that it happens though, sad as it is. We could call this a comedy of errors but there is nothing funny about it. I truly hope things take a turn for the better and that all the loved ones with illness pull through without complications. Keep in touch and let me know how everything goes. Hang in there. You are one strong and determined woman. Kudos to you.
reply by the author on 19-Aug-2010
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spent [out] Saturday night ... [our]
I have pointed out a few nits in the two parts of this story but I honestly don't see how you wrote this much without a plethera of them. My mind would have been so far ahead of my fingers, I would have left out words and made all kinds of errors. You did a great job of pulling it all together. There are no words to describe what you have been through. It seems almost unheard of that so much could happen to one person or family. I do know that it happens though, sad as it is. We could call this a comedy of errors but there is nothing funny about it. I truly hope things take a turn for the better and that all the loved ones with illness pull through without complications. Keep in touch and let me know how everything goes. Hang in there. You are one strong and determined woman. Kudos to you.
Comment Written 15-Aug-2010
reply by the author on 19-Aug-2010
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Patti,
Thank you for all the kind wishes and encouragement..Somewhere,somehow I know things have to get better. Smiles, CArol
Comment from IndianaIrish
Carol!! I would bet my last dollar on you!! My gosh, you're an incredible example of stamina and belief in doing the impossible!! Truth makes for a great story, my friend! Best of luck this week, Carol!
Indy :>)
reply by the author on 19-Aug-2010
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Carol!! I would bet my last dollar on you!! My gosh, you're an incredible example of stamina and belief in doing the impossible!! Truth makes for a great story, my friend! Best of luck this week, Carol!
Indy :>)
Comment Written 15-Aug-2010
reply by the author on 19-Aug-2010
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Karyn,
Thanks for all the good wishes and encouragement, my friend. It lifts my heart and urges me forward. Smiles, CArol
Comment from missy98writer
Carol,
if it weren't for bad luck you'd have no luck at all. Your second installment of your essay about your life is very well written. Excellent narrative it's like you are talking to me in person. Here are the paragraphs that stood out for me:
My son, John, ( a true blessing from God), and I spent the first week carrying an accumulation of furniture, broken toys, plaster, and junk, totally slightly more than 6000 pounds, to the dumpster. Enduring 93 degree heat, we sawed, chopped, and weeded until the majority of the yard was cleared. In the end, we were proud of our hard work and satisfied with the results ... until the next day.
My 90-year-old father gathered up his tools and ordered me to bring him to town. In long-gone-by years, he had built and renovated many, many houses. His aging mind told him what needed to be done, but it also forgot it as quickly as he started. In my heart, I knew he truly meant well, but after the first few days, I knew it wasn't going to work. The brand new bathtub had two big chips in it -- mysteriously appeared. The wall for the plumbing was offset by five inches - watering the edge of the tub. Searching for existing plumbing, he now had a huge jagged gap in my flooring - another job added to the ever growing list. By the end of the day, he was tired, frustrated, and suggested we hire someone. I was elated.
Satisfied we'd accomplished a lot, we closed up the house and headed home. Covered with plaster, I let Mike, my one and only, shower first. When he finished, I took one look at his legs and knew we were in trouble. From his knees down, his skin was purple - a dark, almost black purple.
On Wednesday, I was thrilled. My trusty plumber arrived and actually started installing some of the water pipes. Unfortunately, a tree had fallen on his mom's property and she needed his help. Now who am I to fault someone for helping their mom when in need. So I encouraged him to go to his mom's assistance. He promised to return the next day.
The "just around the corner" turned out to be five miles out a country road. Two police cars were parked in the driveway when we arrived. Dan jumped out and hurried into the house, returning with a back pack that he placed in my trunk. One more trip back to the house and he returned with his arm around a young lady. I soon learned the "young lady" wasn't a day in anyone's terms.
A stream of vulgarity exploded in my backseat and threats of taking someone's life assaulted my ears. My new passenger was screaming and jumping around the seat while Dan kept trying to calm her down. The next thing I knew she was hanging between the front bucket seats, arms flaying and mouth sputtering swear words that would put any raunchy pirate to shame. To say my blood pressure escalated would be putting it mildly. I couldn't imagine what kind of mess I had gotten myself into and wondered if I would live through it, especially when she kept ranting about her blade.
On Saturday, I was excited to show Mike how much progress we had made at the house. We even decided to take time to look for carpet since it wouldn't be too long before it could be installed. At the second store, he started staggering and complaining of being sick. By the time I got him to the truck, I knew we were in trouble. He couldn't stand, he couldn't see, and he was on the verge of passing out. You know where we spent out Saturday night and it wasn't out dancing.
On Monday, my 90 year old father became ill and I had to take him to the hospital. He is suffering from Diverticulitus. At 6:30 A.M. Wednesday, my 90 year old mom was thought to have had a mini stroke and was taken to the hospital. Yesterday, my brother had a stroke and was taken by ambulance to the same hospital. I asked the nurse if we could just start our own wing.
Carol, my prayers go out to you, but it could be worse. Barbara Wilkey needs our prayers she has stage two breast cancer. I want us all to send her our prayers and love. I"m adding you to my list of those I know who need many prayers. I've been suffering with sever diarrhea with a case of the flu I got when I either went to Walmart last Thursday or one of the many nurses that Medicaid and Oklahoma Medicare sends out to check on me. Keep your head held up and I hope your family members get well again. Love and kisses. ..Melissa.
reply by the author on 19-Aug-2010
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Carol,
if it weren't for bad luck you'd have no luck at all. Your second installment of your essay about your life is very well written. Excellent narrative it's like you are talking to me in person. Here are the paragraphs that stood out for me:
My son, John, ( a true blessing from God), and I spent the first week carrying an accumulation of furniture, broken toys, plaster, and junk, totally slightly more than 6000 pounds, to the dumpster. Enduring 93 degree heat, we sawed, chopped, and weeded until the majority of the yard was cleared. In the end, we were proud of our hard work and satisfied with the results ... until the next day.
My 90-year-old father gathered up his tools and ordered me to bring him to town. In long-gone-by years, he had built and renovated many, many houses. His aging mind told him what needed to be done, but it also forgot it as quickly as he started. In my heart, I knew he truly meant well, but after the first few days, I knew it wasn't going to work. The brand new bathtub had two big chips in it -- mysteriously appeared. The wall for the plumbing was offset by five inches - watering the edge of the tub. Searching for existing plumbing, he now had a huge jagged gap in my flooring - another job added to the ever growing list. By the end of the day, he was tired, frustrated, and suggested we hire someone. I was elated.
Satisfied we'd accomplished a lot, we closed up the house and headed home. Covered with plaster, I let Mike, my one and only, shower first. When he finished, I took one look at his legs and knew we were in trouble. From his knees down, his skin was purple - a dark, almost black purple.
On Wednesday, I was thrilled. My trusty plumber arrived and actually started installing some of the water pipes. Unfortunately, a tree had fallen on his mom's property and she needed his help. Now who am I to fault someone for helping their mom when in need. So I encouraged him to go to his mom's assistance. He promised to return the next day.
The "just around the corner" turned out to be five miles out a country road. Two police cars were parked in the driveway when we arrived. Dan jumped out and hurried into the house, returning with a back pack that he placed in my trunk. One more trip back to the house and he returned with his arm around a young lady. I soon learned the "young lady" wasn't a day in anyone's terms.
A stream of vulgarity exploded in my backseat and threats of taking someone's life assaulted my ears. My new passenger was screaming and jumping around the seat while Dan kept trying to calm her down. The next thing I knew she was hanging between the front bucket seats, arms flaying and mouth sputtering swear words that would put any raunchy pirate to shame. To say my blood pressure escalated would be putting it mildly. I couldn't imagine what kind of mess I had gotten myself into and wondered if I would live through it, especially when she kept ranting about her blade.
On Saturday, I was excited to show Mike how much progress we had made at the house. We even decided to take time to look for carpet since it wouldn't be too long before it could be installed. At the second store, he started staggering and complaining of being sick. By the time I got him to the truck, I knew we were in trouble. He couldn't stand, he couldn't see, and he was on the verge of passing out. You know where we spent out Saturday night and it wasn't out dancing.
On Monday, my 90 year old father became ill and I had to take him to the hospital. He is suffering from Diverticulitus. At 6:30 A.M. Wednesday, my 90 year old mom was thought to have had a mini stroke and was taken to the hospital. Yesterday, my brother had a stroke and was taken by ambulance to the same hospital. I asked the nurse if we could just start our own wing.
Carol, my prayers go out to you, but it could be worse. Barbara Wilkey needs our prayers she has stage two breast cancer. I want us all to send her our prayers and love. I"m adding you to my list of those I know who need many prayers. I've been suffering with sever diarrhea with a case of the flu I got when I either went to Walmart last Thursday or one of the many nurses that Medicaid and Oklahoma Medicare sends out to check on me. Keep your head held up and I hope your family members get well again. Love and kisses. ..Melissa.
Comment Written 15-Aug-2010
reply by the author on 19-Aug-2010
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Missy,
Life seems to be handing out the bottom of the deck lately to eveyone..Hopefully, good fortune will come to us all. Smiles, CArol