I’m still struggling with many things here but I’m learning as I go. Take firewood for example. We are going to heat our house with wood this winter. I was tasked with figuring out how much we would need,
buying log holders and ordering the wood. I love projects like this. But
unfortunately I shopped before I did the math. I went out and purchased this:
get to the why eventually. I bought two of these racks figuring there would be plenty of room for the needed wood.
After doing the math which involved looking at the square footage of the house and determining how many heating days/nights there would be over the winter, I came to the conclusion that we would need a butt-load of firewood. But unfortunately firewood is not measured in butt-loads
or even boat-loads. It is measured in Ricks or Cords. There are approximately three Ricks in a Cord, therefore I needed six Ricks or two cords and not two tiny Tams.
Cause you see, a Tam is a ridiculous amount of wood. An amount that no one should ever buy or need. And I figured if some guy named Rick had an amount of wood named after him, then I too deserved such an
The next step was purchasing realistic log holders and thankfully the boxes tell you how many cords of wood each rack will hold. I bought and assembled four huge black, ugly firewood racks complete with covers and tiny metric Alan wrenches (See another guy name!) that busted up my knuckles and made my fingers sore.
I ordered the firewood and on delivery day I still did not have my head wrapped around the amount of wood that there is in two cords. I dam near shit my pants when the dump truck pulled up, dumped firewood all over and then drove away. I thought that he had made a mistake. What the hell?! And now it needed to be stacked.
For two days we worked on stacking the firewood and when the racks were full we still had a huge pile as the nice man threw in extra wood for us. I had to buy and assemble more firewood racks.
Now when I look over at my cutesy little firewood racks holding only a mere Tam of wood, I have to laugh. Lesson learned. And thank God I didn't burn wood in Iowa because I would have needed TWO boat-loads and I'd still be outside stacking.
Not Lovin My Oven
supposed to fix or replace appliances that have issues within the first year. They sent a local repair company out to look at the oven and the main issue is that there is no make or model number on the oven. They tried ordering a door just by dimensions but it didn’t fit so now it has been determined that they will give us a brand new oven. But when?! They are supposed to let me know on Wednesday. Conversation with the lady at the home warranty company:
(Rep) And is there anything else I can help you with Miss Mass? (Cause no one can say our name right.)
(Me) Yes, there is. Do you have any supper ideas that involve not using an oven? I’m fresh out.
(Rep) (Laughs) I’m so sorry Miss Mass, we’ll get this taken care of just as soon as we can.
So in the mean time I was getting sick of looking at my empty kitchen walls and I had an idea. The kids think it's funny. My husband thinks it's strange. I kind of like it.