Some one said Bratty, but I wonder
I didn't really know what the word meant, but I had to wonder. I was blog stalking the other day and came across the word. They used it in the context of having enough matching silverware to entertain a large group. After they said it, they felt bratty.
Well, if that is what the word means, I am feeling that way now. I don't know if I have mentioned it over the past few weeks, but our furnace has been acting up. It has concerned me. I think I mentioned it the other day, how I took time off of work to be home when some one came to fix it. I did this only to find out that it worked as soon as I got home.
Okay, you guessed it...when I got home from work yesterday, I was kind of chilly in the house. When I looked at the thermostat, it read 64. WOO, go head say it. I am a wimp. I did all the same tricks that I did the last time, but they did not work. After working out downstairs in the cold, I gave in and called a friend.
I am so grateful that he stopped by. We went downstairs, he undid the panel, and wallah, it worked. He could not figure out what was wrong with it. The house heated up and we were happy in our cozy little home.
Jinx. This morning when we had to crawl out of bed and turn off the alarm, it was a bit chilly. I went to the thermostat again and it was 61. I know, I know, we are wimps. I decided that I needed to do the same thing he did. I played with it all more, but for what ever reason, I could not get it to work. The burner ignited, but as soon as the blower started, the burner turned off.
Horn Man and the Queen had to spend the day in the cold. The Queen had a space heater and Horn Man kept himself wrapped in blanket, coat, and hat all day. You would think he had been playing outside in the snow.
After work, I called my incredible friend. He came back this evening and we looked again. As it ends up, it was just a little piece of metal that needed to be sanded or cleaned. It was not registering the flame. It was a sensor. Since then the furnace has been blowing comfortable heat. It is nice and cozy again.
That being said, I feel bratty. Suddenly, I am thinking of all the people in the world that don't even have a house to protect them. I started thinking about all those people who turn their heater off because they can't afford to pay the gas bill. And here I am whining about being chilly.
Do I need to have my sensors cleaned? Maybe a little sandpaper to the heart. I just want to let you all know this evening that I know I am blessed. I am grateful for those blessings. I hope that I do not come of as being bratty. I realized now that sometimes it can appear that way. I just need to have my sensors sanded. I need to be able to sense the flame. I need to use that flame to warm others. I can do better. How about you?
Well, if that is what the word means, I am feeling that way now. I don't know if I have mentioned it over the past few weeks, but our furnace has been acting up. It has concerned me. I think I mentioned it the other day, how I took time off of work to be home when some one came to fix it. I did this only to find out that it worked as soon as I got home.
Okay, you guessed it...when I got home from work yesterday, I was kind of chilly in the house. When I looked at the thermostat, it read 64. WOO, go head say it. I am a wimp. I did all the same tricks that I did the last time, but they did not work. After working out downstairs in the cold, I gave in and called a friend.
I am so grateful that he stopped by. We went downstairs, he undid the panel, and wallah, it worked. He could not figure out what was wrong with it. The house heated up and we were happy in our cozy little home.
Jinx. This morning when we had to crawl out of bed and turn off the alarm, it was a bit chilly. I went to the thermostat again and it was 61. I know, I know, we are wimps. I decided that I needed to do the same thing he did. I played with it all more, but for what ever reason, I could not get it to work. The burner ignited, but as soon as the blower started, the burner turned off.
Horn Man and the Queen had to spend the day in the cold. The Queen had a space heater and Horn Man kept himself wrapped in blanket, coat, and hat all day. You would think he had been playing outside in the snow.
After work, I called my incredible friend. He came back this evening and we looked again. As it ends up, it was just a little piece of metal that needed to be sanded or cleaned. It was not registering the flame. It was a sensor. Since then the furnace has been blowing comfortable heat. It is nice and cozy again.
That being said, I feel bratty. Suddenly, I am thinking of all the people in the world that don't even have a house to protect them. I started thinking about all those people who turn their heater off because they can't afford to pay the gas bill. And here I am whining about being chilly.
Do I need to have my sensors cleaned? Maybe a little sandpaper to the heart. I just want to let you all know this evening that I know I am blessed. I am grateful for those blessings. I hope that I do not come of as being bratty. I realized now that sometimes it can appear that way. I just need to have my sensors sanded. I need to be able to sense the flame. I need to use that flame to warm others. I can do better. How about you?
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