Sunday Surprise

After church on Sunday we had the rare opportunity for all of us to take a family nap. Quinn normally doesn't take more than 30 minute naps during the day, but this time he slept almost 2 hours! When Quinn and I woke up we had a little surprise for us in our apartment...water everywhere! I looked out of our bedroom door and saw water dripping from various parts in the ceiling. I slowly walked around the apartment in shock and made my way to the storage room only to find that it was even more flooded in there. I quickly woke Christian up to tell him the news. We heard a vacuum going upstairs and Christian ran up to see what was going on. Mike was using the shop vac to vacuum up all of the water that had accumulated. A water hose from the toilet broke, and he said the water was ankle deep when he got home from church. Luckily, we didn't have it as bad as Mike did. It didn't make it to our bedroom, and it was relatively easy to clean.

We were blessed because the water didn't drip on anything valuable like the TV or the laptop or my area rug. It did however soak Quinn's car seat, my nice running shoes, half of our toilet paper, my tote of my hair tools was completely full of water (luckily my hair straightener was in the bathroom, but everything else was lost), all of our kitchen rugs, Leeroy's cat food, and various other things. We ended up calling Derek over to help us move everything out of the storage room. No one was unscathed, even Derek got some light fixture water spilled on him.

We left the apartment torn apart and dripping because we couldn't really do anything while the ceiling was still leaking water, and we were hungry and looking forward to eating the fish we caught at Strawberry the day before. We took some things over to Steadman's to spray off and dry out, including my purple running shoe and Quinn's car seat.

Christian took work off on Monday to help get everything cleaned up and put back to normal. After a couple trips to Wal-Mart and a full day of doing laundry we did just that. If anything it was a good thing because we got our storage room and living room nice and clean and everything reorganized.

Again, we were very blessed in that it wasn't much worse. There have been so many people displaced from their homes because of natural disasters and my prayers go out to them. This has only been a small hiccup in our regular routine.

This is what Quinn was doing while Mom, Dad, and Uncle were dealing with...

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A Tribute

I'm sure like other girls do, I get attached to certain items of clothing, shoes, and hair tools and struggle to throw or give anything away when I don't use it anymore.Some things just hold special memories or special significance, and it is difficult to let them go. They served me well, and I feel as if they are too good to go in the trash. Sadly, some of my beloved hair tools met their demise because of this weekend's events. I would like to say a little something in their honor.

Hair Dryer: Even though you may have caused permanent hearing damage from your loudness in my small bathroom you were still loved. You served me in many ways. You gave my hair volume and life so I could straighten it without it going flat. You even came with an attachment that suited my curly hair needs. You will be missed.

1 inch Curling Iron: You gave me the perfect curls when I discovered that I liked the look of wrapping over clamping. You burnt my fingers many times, but that heat provided more pleasure than pain. Our time together was short, but it was time well spent.

1 1/2 inch Curling Iron: You may have felt neglected and unloved when wrapping became my new thing, but you always came through when I needed you the most, giving me a whole different look than the 1/2 inch could ever provide. I don't know when I will get another like you, but your loss will remain heavy in my heart until that day.

And the greatest loss of all...
My first T3 Hair Straightener: Even though you had already been replaced by a newer version I could not let you go. I kept you until that fateful day when I found you in your watery grave. My whole life I had frizzy and unruly hair, and then I met you. You tamed my lion's mane and shaped me into the woman I am today. Sleek, smooth, and sexy are words to describe how you made me feel. I could never repay you for what you gave me...the gift of straight hair. But it wasn't just straight hair, it was a hairstyle that could outlast the most humid days of those hot Wisconsin summers, days when I would normally give up and pull my hair back. You gave me the gift to be able to let my hair down after 18 years of restricting pony tails. You freed me and now you are free. You have started a legacy to be passed on through the generations of hair straighteners everywhere. The world is a more beautiful place because of you; I am more beautiful because of you. Rest in peace T3. I will never forget you.