Posts Tagged ‘safety first’

If You Give a Mom a Lightbulb…

April 29, 2015

This is EXACTLY like the book If You Give a Mouse a Cookie, except different.

I love a bright and sun-shiny house which is a bonus living in Arizona, land of the golden sun almost every blinkin’ day! But I’m also a night owl and need some electrical help for partying and mayhem after sundown. (Thank God we don’t have to kill geese to get fat, so we could rip up old sheets and braid them together to make lamp wicks!!! I’m also thankful for air conditioning, but that’s to be praised another time.)

So, when the three light fixtures in our kitchen/family room were reduced to only 7 of 11 bulbs working, I quit relying on Mr. Fix-It, and took matters into my own hands at Walmart. There are SO many choices for light bulbs these days. Thomas Edison would be in filament heaven had he lived to be 168 years old! And I’m not sure what I really think about the swirly bulbs that require a hazmat suit in order to dispose of them. My theory is that Mr. Hazmat invented the swirly bulbs to increase suit sales. Crosbys did not fall for that. We’re not from the sticks. (Well, I’M not.)

The bulbs were replaced in the kitchen and over the table. All went well. No electrocution. No falling and not getting up. Then came the family room ceiling fan/light. Good gravy, it looked so straightforward. I’m a technical woman who can change a tire and install a ceiling fan with the best of ’em. I thought I was capable of changing one light bulb without peril. Not true.

Carefully standing on the kitchen chair (not a rolling chair, mind you!), I unscrewed the bottom cutesy bolt and tried to lower the globe in one fell swoop. There were these pesky pull chains with the wide dealie-bobs that hook them together that did not fit through the little holes in the bottom support plate. If I were an octopus, I could have done it. But I’m not. Then I had to stand their holding up the globe while my little assistant fed the chickens, changed their water, gathered eggs…..slower than a turtle riding on a slug’s back!

She finally had the hens happy and pecking and she returned inside so I could hand her the light blub, each little pull cord piece, the fancy bolt screw, the support plate and eventually the burned out bulb. (Only AFTER she washed her hands to eliminate salmonella from spreading in amongst our family unit.) VOILA! Easy peasey! Yeah yeah, grasshopper, it all looks so simple.

I replaced the bulb like a pro. BAM! Next I put the paper-thin glass globe back in place, but realized I needed to put the pull cords back together first. PHUN! That done, the globe went back up and I began the trying-not-to-swear job of feeding the little tiny chains through their little tiny holes in the support plate. The globe slipped and I caught it. Catastrophe averted. I painstakingly tried again and AGAIN to get the blasted chains in the stupid holes. The globe slipped again and I accidentally slammed it back up too hard in my haste and it cracked. Not a simple straight one-inch-long crack that could be crazy glued. It was a sophisticated nine-inch crack shaped like a question mark. Cool! Um, no.

Slightly defeated, I put the globe in a plastic bag where it proceeded to break itself into two pieces. Over the river and through the woods to the hardware store we went. They do not sell replacement globes at said store close to our house. I did not want to drive all over Timbuktu to find a new globe. We looked for the cheapest light fixture that had a similar globe and bought it. Here it is:

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That sounds all nice and quaint and smart and all. BUT, the center bolt in the ceiling fan was too long, so we had to replace it with the new one. Easy! The new light came with a fancy silver support plate and cutesy bolt that didn’t match. We decided to use the old gold ones, but there were no holes in the new globe for pull chains. So my husband got the wire cutters and cut them off. Just like that… no more variable speeds at the Crosby farm. Our fan is forever on high and the light is on BRIGHT! Those chains you see hanging there in the picture are placebo chains. If you ever come over to visit (or just to marvel at a hobo-Joe repair job), do not, I repeat, DO NOT pull on them. Use the light switch on the wall, please and thank you.

Air Soft Wars Promote Well Rounded Kids

July 26, 2008

Funny that I found this picture on my computer from last year here at Lake Tahoe.  This is exactly where I’m sitting this minute enjoying this exact view…… well, in addition to our children and their friends running around the back yard dodging pellets, wearing eye protective goggles and shooting each other…. with smiles on their faces.

Now, some mothers would consider me less-than for promoting violence with guns… right in the backyard.  But I think there’s much to be learned from air soft wars.  Please read on.

#1.  Things are not always as they seem.  Take for instance air-SOFT.  If you have been hit in close range by ammo from such a gun, you know there is nothing soft about it.  Bruises will result.  A valuable life lesson for not believing everything you hear.  Test things out.  Go to the source.  Test drive.

#2.  Safety First.  Always.  I would consider myself a mother of ill repute if I indeed sent my children to shoot at each other WITHOUT eye protection.  Duh!  We all know you can shoot an eye out!  Always wear eye protection.  I mean really.  If you lose an eye, it will be much more difficult to perceive the depth and distant of those you are trying to shoot.  A definite disadvantage.

#3.  Friends don’t let friends get shot without backup.  Seriously.  Everyone needs friends…. those people you can truly count on to support you and yell, “I gotchyour back!” when you execute a strategic plan of attack.  You will need friends your whole life.  Make some now.  And pick the smaller, wiry ones who fit behind trees and can roll under bushes.  It never hurts to be picky when you choose friends.

#4.  Exercise is a necessity for life.  Chasing, hiding, running, dodging, tuck-n-rolling, belly-crawling are all highly aerobic activities to get your heart in the target zone to promote optimal health.  Air soft wars offer a sack-full of health smart activities that work large and small muscle groups, promote hand-eye coordination, provide heart rate training, add a little competition and an adrenaline rush or two and it’s bound to keep you in tip top shape.

#5.  Never shoot your mother.  Now this one should go without saying, but I find myself repeating it often during intense battle configurations.  This should be the 11th commandment.  Honestly, who will wash your clothes and cook your meals if mom is out of the picture….. or mad at you for shooting her out of the air soft game????

Long live mis-named, safe, friendly, healthy games where mom wins.  When mom wins everybody wins.