The icemaker in my freezer caught fire today. Details, pictures, and lamentations to come. I have a mell of a hess to clean up right now…
Thats nothing. In total I have 1.5Tb, and before I moved into an apartment of my own our apartment network was up to either 4 or 5 Tb.
rigs, we met him last summer when he flew out.
Here’s the issue: He’s a senior in COLLEGE and she’s a junior in high school. Not a huge difference in terms of chronological age, but a big difference in life experience. I think you all know what I mean.
She’s a mature 17 year old, but still, we don’t want her making some bad decisions. Also, I think she’s missing out on meeting some people right here at home. I get the feeling, based on conversations with her, and what she’s related about her friends and some of the guys she knows here, that a couple of them like her in more than a friend way. I think she needs to see what it is to date a few different guys.
She’s got plans for her future, and I don’t want to see them dashed.
swampy, I agree, she should have cleared it with us FIRST. I think she thought that since we had met him, that we wouldn’t have so much of an issue with it. I am caught in the middle. I want to trust her, and trust that she’ll make the right decisions. I too, preferred and went out with older guys when I was her age. I see where she’s coming from, but damn, it’s hard to let her grow up.
She’s a good girl. She doesn’t get involved with partying, drinking, or drugs. She’s careful about who she associates with. She is one of those people who is nice to everyone, regardless of “status” in school, but makes sure she keeps her distance from those she perceives to be troublemakers. She’s so nice, that although some people get on her nerves, she’s careful not say anything because she doesn’t want to hurt their feelings.
Therein, lies the rub. I don’t want her friend pressuring her to make decisions she’s not ready to make. I don’t want her giving in to a request from him because she doesn’t want to hurt his feelings. Frankly, I don’t want him to pressure her in any way.
They’ve talked to each other for two or three years now, but I am uncomfortable about the whole thing. I wish you all knew my daughter, then maybe could more fully understand why I feel the way I do.
Oh wow! :eek: I’m sorry. I’ve never heard of that happening before. Christ, that had to be somewhat scary.
cough cough conspicuous throat clearing Well, in my defense I am second year senior and my girlfriend is a freshmen, so there is one year less difference, and she at least has a little college life experience under her belt.
Not being a parent myself I obviously cannot not exactly see the scenario from your point of view, but my meager thoughts on the subject would be that it sounds like you raised your daughter to make good decisions, and if she is nice but still stays away from those whom she perceives to be mischievous then it sounds like she is not so nice as to let herself get walked on. Also I gather that you have met the chap in question, does he strike you as the kind of fellow to pressure your daughter into something she doesn’t want to do? Obviously its only natural to want to be protective of your daughter (I had to work my ass off to get my SO’s father to like me, which we have been assured by her mother he does even though he would never let us know that), and I agree with swampus that talking to you first would have been a better move on her part.
But really, I have no idea what I am talking about here so feel free to disregard it as you see fit.
Ali,
You see, though, that your GF is over 18 right? And she is in college. My daughter still has to get through her senior year of high school, which doesn’t start until fall 2007. Perhaps I am being protective. That’s what parents do. My husband, on the other hand, is feeling waaaaaay more protective. He’s a guy (of course), so he remembers how he felt at that young age. He also remembers the thing that was foremost on his mind at that time.
I’m not saying this is the case with you, or even with my daughter’s guy. The fellow seemed nice enough, but, well, he just doesn’t strike me as my daughter’s type. There’s also something else that I just can’t put my finger on, that makes me hesitant to accept him. I’m usually spot on about this stuff, so I’m going to go with my gut until things are proven otherwise.
I hope I’m wrong, I really do. Again, I do understand her liking an older guy more. I was the same way.
Someday, if you’re parent with a daughter, and a situation like this arises, you may understand what all the to-do is about. I don’t disregard what you say. Everyone here has valuable input.
My feelings are just that; my feelings.
But, they don’t have a physical relationship, do they? they have a long distance, online one. If he was out for sex-to use her-surely he would have given that up by now. (I refuse to indulge in speculation re cyber sex-I’m sure it happens, but I doubt that here).
Why can’t they just be friends? I think it’s a bit odd that he wants to go to the dance with her-college “kids” are usually way past such things, but maybe he is doing this for her.
What do I know? I was somewhat horribly used by a college sophomore when I was a HS junior–and he stood me up for Homecoming. He was a class A jerk, whose mother hated me and who is single to this day. But that doesn’t sound like this guy. (dont’ ask where my mother was for my side of things-she wasn’t a great parent).
Unasked for advice, ignore at your pleasure: you run the risk of making him more attractive by a show of reluctance. I do remember from my own misspent youth that being told that such and such a guy was not a good fit for me(this from my sisters) only made me resentful of the butting into what I saw as my private affairs.
Don’t know what to tell you, but for her to see him in her milieu, so to speak might do more to turn her off him, than any amount of parental disapproval. Did he strike you as predatory or inappropriate when you met him earlier? He may well be just a nice guy who likes your daughter…
My daughter is 17-she is also a junior. I think at this age, she has to be allowed to make her own mistakes (within reason). Better to learn now, than to not have those skills once she is on her own in college. Just my 2 cents. She has no Romeo on the horizon-she was badly burned by a relationship freshman year, if she did, I would most likely be feeling what you feel, but also adopting a wait and see attitude.
I have a new addiction which I blame on kai, gt and Rebo. It’s called jigzone. The very idea of sitting down to a bazillion pieces of jigsaw puzzle and putting it together has never ever appealed to me. Yet this dang jigzone is addictive! Shame on you kai. Shame on you gt. Shame on you Rebo. Shame! Shame! Shame! I need to do every puzzle there. I must do every puzzle there. I shall do every puzzle there. kai, gt, Rebo shame upon all three of you! 
It’s a whole lotta fun! 
We have some in the fridge - it’s one of my sweetie’s favorites. I don’t understand the appeal, but I make it for him just the same.
It was a long day for us. We stopped to pick up the last of my ceramics, and one bowl was missing. Someone else took it home. Pooh! Two other pieces were ruined - one my fault (too much glaze) and one their fault - I’m not sure what they did but the glaze is all messed up. I’m going to reglaze it in the batch I’m readying for the kiln now.
Next stop was Clayworks Supply where I got some supplies for my clay working. Sixty-some dollars worth. Then on to Mom’s. We took her to lunch, which was really yummy, then spent way more hours than we’d expected fixing her kitchen faucet. We wound up having to replace it and rebed the sink. The “professionals” who did the installation 2 years ago did a lousy job. We fixed it right up.
It was after 5:30 when we left there, and with a brief stop at the grocery store, it was 8 when we finally got home. But Bernie has been walked, both critters have been fed and skritched, and I’m relaxing online and drinking a flavored water beverage. Life is good.
Taters, one of the Kid’s best friends is AJ. AJ jujst graduated college, and his gf is a freshman in college - close to the same age difference you have to deal with. I can see where it would be uncomfortable, but in my mind (such as it is…), so long as YOU keep the communicatons open with her, and let Mr. Man know you are, you have less to worry about than a lot of people would in similar situations.
Damn all of you. I read all this, and said “jigzone, que?”
Now I shall waste more time than I have to waste…
Hokey Dokey Smokey, it’s time another chapter of the soap opera, Fire at the VunderLair.
After performing our Saturday ritual of breakfast out, groceries, and naps, VWife and I were on the way to the hardware and feed stores when I smelled something very strange by the back door of the kitchen. Smoke, but none was visible, the detector was silent, and the first suspect, the baseboard heater, was shut off completely. Hmmm. We looked around a bit, figured out where it smelled the strongest, and still couldn’t find anything. I was just about to say screw it and leave anyway when I opened the fridge for some reason, and the smell hit me anew. Uh oh…
I opened the freezer, and was hit with a cloud of gray smoke; it was coming from the icemaker still. I unplugged the unit, and the smoke quit right away. I called the 911 dispatcher, explained who I was, that my freezer was on fire, and while I didn’t need a full alarm, I would appreciate it if she could send someone who had more experience with fires than I to look things over did. Lucky for me, the dispatcher was the wife of the assistant chief, and she called him.
Chuck showed up about five minutes later, and in the meantime, VWife was talking to the insurance company about a claim. Chuck’s verdict was, “Yup, you had a fire. Don’t plug it back in…” I did plan on cleaning it up and gutting the icemaker first. It sits empty and silent in the kitchen for now.
Providence must have been looking out for me, because Chuck had a spare fridge he wanted to unload. We went and got it, and after a lot of frustrations with doorways, got it in the house. I pad him $40, and it may have been well spent. We salvaged 80%+ of the contents after wiping everything off individually. That ate up 2 hours or so…
Here are the pictures I took for the insurance adjuster, who can’t be bothered until Monday.
Good grief, Bobbio - that could have been the end of the Vunderlair had you gone out without checking the fridge first! Good catch, and thank goodness no one was hurt (except maybe some charred peas…)
Awww rosie, I won’t stalk you, just maybe call you Nay or NayNay, ‘cuz that’s what we call our Naomi! If it makes us both feel good, you could sing me a song for my prize…let see, how about the one which begins "Who’s walking down the streets of the city, smiling at everybody she sees, who’s reaching down to capture a rainbow, everyone knows it’s…’_____’!" There, let the stalking begin!
hehehe…special burly butcher bacon…hehehe!
See swampus, we have so much in common, you must be a long lost Southern cousin or sumpthin’! Oh and regarding the JigZone habit, I have a friend on one of my Pom lists who takes a photo from the list at least once a week and turns it into a puzzle and mass mails it to the list recipients. Actually it’s a Toy breed list, so we not only get Poms, but also Japanese Chins, Pekes, etc., and my second favorite to Poms, Chinese Crested puzzles
db the flu and it’s friends are too cute!!! My Mom, the germaphobic, is gonna get the lot for Mother’s day! It’s only fair, I recently received a Grow A Therapist and a Bonsai Potato kit from her! (We’re weird about that kinda stuff, sounds like you are too! :D)
Well, at least over here they are known as a deep dish pie, so still perfectly proper! And sounding yummy, I think I am hungry!
Taters, with two daughters grown (well, legal anyway) and one on the cusp, I totally understand your concern. In my experience (and my daughters all have friends, and they all became members of the family) even the most career oriented, well balanced, well behaved, mature and responsible young persons are suceptible to hormones. It’s not just sex, but young people “fall in love” and throw plans to the winds, again IME. All I can do is to wish you and Mr. Taters the best of luck as you are already aboard the roller coaster. Give thanks that you have instilled common sense and the desire to have a life plan before now, and hopefully she will stick to her plans when/if the young man and/or she should begin to feel the emotional undertow tugging at their heels. Oh, and thanks for the well wishes, mostly I sat in The Chair for too long yesterday, plus the barometer has been jumping up and down, so I was just achey in my back and joints with a little sinus action. Today I feel pretty much fine as frog’s hair.
So fireman bobbio’s ice maker caught fire? I am so thankful for my current ice maker! (I make a pitcher of sweet tea, put it out on the deck overnight, and wake up to sweet tea slushies, after I break through the top ice crust!) Sorry to hear about your meltdown, Fireman Bob. (hehehe…icemaker, meltdown, I am too funny today!) (well, at least in my own mind!) And only amused since no one was hurt, and a new fridge was provedentially supplied.
Skiffman is home, the missing crewmember showed up and he got bumped off, which bites, but he goes out for a short tanner (snow) crab season which opens on the 15th, and I am sending him down to the Harbormaster’s office to put in an application on Monday.
I failed to cook anything as of yet, and I don’t think I am going to cook the venison I took out of the freezer last night for dinner. I am feeling more chicken-y, I believe, and I may even go super lazy and have skiffman do the cooking. That way I can go and do a bit of beading.
rigs, I have not said anything negative about the guy to my daughter. I’m well aware of where that could lead.
When he was visiting last summer, they spent a good amount of time snuggling up, holding hands, etc. We did not let them spend time alone.
I know, I know, we sound way overprotective. I don’t want to see my daughter burned, but I’m well aware she will be at some point. I have to let her make her mistakes, but I don’t want her future derailed either.
More later. Gotta log for now.
Back from work. Canes won. It’s [del]Miller[/del] Yuengling Time!
bobbio, :eek: That’s what almost happened to my last fridge.
Al(DCMB), 1.5TB? What do you have, a zip file of a perfect model of the universe?
kai, yep both sides of the family are weird like that.
I dreamed about doing jigsaws last night. I am a full blown addict…
I dreamed I was part of the Scrubs cast, and we’re were having bowling night…
Bobbio :eek: First let me say, I’m glad no one was hurt and the VunderLair is safe. An icemaker catching fire? Does that kinda thing happen a lot? Should I be eyeing my icemakers (I have two fridges) with suspicion? I told the one in the kitchen not to even think about it when I opened up the freezer part to get sump’n out a bit ago. I also looked to be sure where it’s plugged in, y’know just in case. So, see, some good came out of it. I now know how to unplug my icemaker just in case. Fireman Bobbio has caused fire safety to ensue at the swampcave. Cool (hah!) about gettin’ the new fridge like that.
MBG did you stay up way late playin’ in jigzone? Today’s puzzle is hockey. Snakes and doggyslave should do that one.
kai do you have southern cousins? You know how us southerners are, we’ll work on it til we are related.
Ok, off to caffienate and probably feed my jigzone habit some more. The place is crack! Crack, I say!
Mighty big icemaker you got there, Kai.
Morning all! It’s mild and murky over here today and it’s going to be a busy day at Faerie Towers. I have studying to do, groceries to fetch, a laptop to play with, a pile of ironing to finish, a bit of cleaning and tonight I’m making curry. We’re nearly out of milk so groceries will be first on the list, when 'im indoors finally hauls himself out of his pit.
VunderNuts, sounds like you had a lucky escape with the fridge fire, and having a replacement unit on hand was pure jamminess!
Taters - despite the sneaky approach to getting a date in the first place, your daughter sounds like she’s got plenty of good sense. If you and she can keep talking, then perhaps it won’t be such a problem after all. I do agree with the others though, if you tell her not to do something, it’s far more of a temptation to do it! I was just like that at her age. My mother should have realised that telling me not to go out with the bass player from Hell was exactly the wrong thing to say. Needless to say, I did, but the relationship didn’t last…and I think I learned a few things along the way.
Kai - hope you’re feeling less achy today! You’re right, I think the stuff at the Factory was referred to as “deep dish pies”. It was actually better for me because I’m not a huge fan of pastry so only having pastry on top was fine. Having a pastry base as well without enough moisture in the contents would have been too much.
The pub last night was fun, there were only eight of us but we managed to amuse ourselves for the night. We got back around midnight, briefly contemplated a last drink at the Posada, but decided to get a taxi back home instead. I went off to bed and left 'im indoors downstairs with a bottle of wine for company. No wonder he’s still snoring!