Well, I felt I should post something, mostly because I came up with such a clever title, and well it was a major annoyance.
The point of it is, that I woke up Wednesday morning and found that my basement had flooded. There was about 2 inches of stormwater that had overrun my sump system. I ended up staying home from work for the day to clean up. I drove to my mom's house to borrow her pump and when I got home, dragged the hoses out of the garage, and started pumping out the basement.
Dan came over after while and helped my dragged the couch and carpet that was in the basement out to the curb. It was kind of gross.
Thankfully my basement is dry again, though I'm not entirely sure of the cause, but hopefully it continues to stay dry.
Showing posts with label accidents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label accidents. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Dogs and more dogs
This last week I was watching Sydney and Bentley for my mom, as she was teaching knitting over by K-Zoo. Things went mostly ok, aside from my lack of sleep with 3 dogs hogging the bed. I did have one incident with the Skipper though.
Friday I decided to take the boys down to 12 Mile to check out Cruisefest (Berkley's cruise event) and everything was fine until some guy walked by with a Chow. Skippy started going nuts and somehow slipped out of my grip and started going after this guy's dog. The guy was trying to kick Skip away and ended up getting tripped and falling down. I tried to apologize but the guy was being a jerk. I then took the dogs home.
Mom picked them up on Saturday. We had dinner and later that night I went to see "last tourist" with Austin. The band has my freshman year roommate and one of my co-workers from the bike shop in it. They were pretty good, but who really surprised me was "Deastro" which is really just one guy playing drums and his laptop, but he fuckin' rocks.
Edit: I totally forgot to include my buggy adventures on Sunday. I was going over to John's to move the last of my stuff that had been living in his garage, and when I went outside I got stung by a wasp. The wasps had made a nest in the siding of my house at the corner of my side door frame. I stopped by ACO to get Wasp/Hornet Killer and freaking sprayed the hell out of them and the nest. Well, somehow a bunch of them managed to get inside my house and at one point Skippy started pawing at his nose and kind of snorting. I looked to see what was going on and somehow he had inhaled one of the wasps into his nose. I pulled it out and killed it the rest of the way and Skip went about his business like nothing had happened. I guess he hadn't gotten stung by some lucky happenstance. Nothing says devotion to you pet like removing dangerous pests from their orifices.
Friday I decided to take the boys down to 12 Mile to check out Cruisefest (Berkley's cruise event) and everything was fine until some guy walked by with a Chow. Skippy started going nuts and somehow slipped out of my grip and started going after this guy's dog. The guy was trying to kick Skip away and ended up getting tripped and falling down. I tried to apologize but the guy was being a jerk. I then took the dogs home.
Mom picked them up on Saturday. We had dinner and later that night I went to see "last tourist" with Austin. The band has my freshman year roommate and one of my co-workers from the bike shop in it. They were pretty good, but who really surprised me was "Deastro" which is really just one guy playing drums and his laptop, but he fuckin' rocks.
Edit: I totally forgot to include my buggy adventures on Sunday. I was going over to John's to move the last of my stuff that had been living in his garage, and when I went outside I got stung by a wasp. The wasps had made a nest in the siding of my house at the corner of my side door frame. I stopped by ACO to get Wasp/Hornet Killer and freaking sprayed the hell out of them and the nest. Well, somehow a bunch of them managed to get inside my house and at one point Skippy started pawing at his nose and kind of snorting. I looked to see what was going on and somehow he had inhaled one of the wasps into his nose. I pulled it out and killed it the rest of the way and Skip went about his business like nothing had happened. I guess he hadn't gotten stung by some lucky happenstance. Nothing says devotion to you pet like removing dangerous pests from their orifices.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Not a lot to say, but I'm going to put something here anyway
Got Dan sent back to New York. Went to Coney with Austin. Watched Dragonslayer with Austin and Beckie. Played Guitar Hero. Walked dog. Went shopping. Went to Sam's Club. Tess and her friend Paul came over. We watched Beerfest. I played more Guitar Hero. Had dinner at Red Robin with Austin, Beckie and Jackie. Watched more TV. Made eggs, hashbrowns, bacon and toast for dinner Monday. Watched 24 season premiere. Saw Jack Bauer have a Lost Boys flashback.
*Added later...
Ok, so here's were things get interesting. Or interesting-er.
I was headed out to dinner with Beckie and Austin (no overly cute conjunction of their names as of yet) and as I was literally less than a 1/4 mile away, sitting at a stop light, I got rearended. Actually the car behind me got rear-ended and that guy hit me. We all pulled over into a parking lot and waited for the cops. I then got nearly simultaneous text messages from both Beckie and Austin asking where I was. I called Austin and explained the situation.
Us three that were involved in the accident walked around and inspected the damage. Fortunately, all that was damaged on my car was my license plate and the frame were a bit bent. The guy that got hit harder, his car had the rear bumper cracked, and I think there might have been a crease in his front bumper. The lady who hit him, well, her car was wrecked up. Her whole radiator was pushed in and leaking, headlights smashed, and her airbags even went off.
The police were called (not by me) and we sat and waited for the police to come. We waited for more than 1/2 an hour before the guy took off, and I left shortly after that. The lady stayed and waited for the police.
I traveled the little bit further to Papa Vino's where Beckie and Austin were already eating. The waiter was very nice and put in a rush order for my food, so I got it fairly quickly. Tasty.
Today, my neck is a bit sore. I was trying to think why, and then I remembered the accident. Since there wasn't any real damage I kind of put it out of my mind. It's kind of ridiculous, because this is the second time I've been rearended while stopped at a stoplight. Maybe it's karma from when I rearended a Comcast van in High School. When, oh when, are we finally going to perfect beaming technology?
*Added later...
Ok, so here's were things get interesting. Or interesting-er.
I was headed out to dinner with Beckie and Austin (no overly cute conjunction of their names as of yet) and as I was literally less than a 1/4 mile away, sitting at a stop light, I got rearended. Actually the car behind me got rear-ended and that guy hit me. We all pulled over into a parking lot and waited for the cops. I then got nearly simultaneous text messages from both Beckie and Austin asking where I was. I called Austin and explained the situation.
Us three that were involved in the accident walked around and inspected the damage. Fortunately, all that was damaged on my car was my license plate and the frame were a bit bent. The guy that got hit harder, his car had the rear bumper cracked, and I think there might have been a crease in his front bumper. The lady who hit him, well, her car was wrecked up. Her whole radiator was pushed in and leaking, headlights smashed, and her airbags even went off.
The police were called (not by me) and we sat and waited for the police to come. We waited for more than 1/2 an hour before the guy took off, and I left shortly after that. The lady stayed and waited for the police.
I traveled the little bit further to Papa Vino's where Beckie and Austin were already eating. The waiter was very nice and put in a rush order for my food, so I got it fairly quickly. Tasty.
Today, my neck is a bit sore. I was trying to think why, and then I remembered the accident. Since there wasn't any real damage I kind of put it out of my mind. It's kind of ridiculous, because this is the second time I've been rearended while stopped at a stoplight. Maybe it's karma from when I rearended a Comcast van in High School. When, oh when, are we finally going to perfect beaming technology?
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