Where in the World Isn't Bob Saget?

[Mr Ferret 75]

Well I'm well over half a century , so you must be celebrating 30 next year...

 

[Figgy1]

 

[Figgy1]

 

[Mr Ferret 75]

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Ah my rather reckless American cousin.
Rumour has it he lives there now.

 

[Figgy1]

Ah my rather reckless American cousin.
Rumour has it he lives there now.

Thought it was James at first but can't be as there's still food left in the machine

 

[JenniferS]

Since you've been gone

That a timeline needed to be added

The boys are the boys. Nothing new destroyed, and yet everything destroyed, if that makes any sense.

So here’s the news - we’ve had enough. The housing market still hasn’t picked up yet. Sales are slow. We can’t afford the rent, hydro, and internet at the apartment on top of the mortgage, taxes, gas, water, hydro, internet, cable, and phone at the house for the kids. I paid the kid across the street to cut the grass all summer because Useless and Uselesser couldn’t be trusted to stay on top of it.

When I finally came home after 6 months, there wasn’t a usable washroom in the house. I brushed my teeth in the kitchen sink (which I spent half an hour emptying and cleaning when we got in at midnight) because I couldn’t be bothered to tackle the bathroom until the next morning.

Spenser’s anxiety and panic disorder has hit a fever pitch and after numerous contemplations of ending it all, he appears to finally have his meds worked out and has agreed to move up north with us.

We have been busting our behinds to prep and clean and purge the house since we got home. And by we, I mean Mike and I, my SIL Tammy, my brother and his wife, and my niece and nephew. Spenser has been marginally helpful, and Ski not at all.

As we clean one room, three others somehow get worse. That’s how deep cleaning goes.

The house goes up for sale next week. As a licensed realtor, it will be my name on the sign, so at least I can save half the commission.

That’s it, that’s my news. I’ve known even before we moved that we would have to sell if we decided to stay up north. We’ve been here almost 23 years, so Mike is sad. Memories, legacy, blah blah blah. To me, a house is just a box to store all your “stuff”, memories are stored in your head and in your heart. We’ll have to get a bigger “box” for our stuff later this year now that Spenser and the cats are moving in.

My FB post last night:


Happy New Year, Friends. May 2025 treat you well, bless you richly, and be full of love, laughter, and good health.

 

[Figgy1]

The boys are the boys. Nothing new destroyed, and yet everything destroyed, if that makes any sense.

So here’s the news - we’ve had enough. The housing market still hasn’t picked up yet. Sales are slow. We can’t afford the rent, hydro, and internet at the apartment on top of the mortgage, taxes, gas, water, hydro, internet, cable, and phone at the house for the kids. I paid the kid across the street to cut the grass all summer because Useless and Uselesser couldn’t be trusted to stay on top of it.

When I finally came home after 6 months, there wasn’t a usable washroom in the house. I brushed my teeth in the kitchen sink (which I spent half an hour emptying and cleaning when we got in at midnight) because I couldn’t be bothered to tackle the bathroom until the next morning.

Spenser’s anxiety and panic disorder has hit a fever pitch and after numerous contemplations of ending it all, he appears to finally have his meds worked out and has agreed to move up north with us.

We have been busting our behinds to prep and clean and purge the house since we got home. And by we, I mean Mike and I, my SIL Tammy, my brother and his wife, and my niece and nephew. Spenser has been marginally helpful, and Ski not at all.

As we clean one room, three others somehow get worse. That’s how deep cleaning goes.

The house goes up for sale next week. As a licensed realtor, it will be my name on the sign, so at least I can save half the commission.

That’s it, that’s my news. I’ve known even before we moved that we would have to sell if we decided to stay up north. We’ve been here almost 23 years, so Mike is sad. Memories, legacy, blah blah blah. To me, a house is just a box to store all your “stuff”, memories are stored in your head and in your heart. We’ll have to get a bigger “box” for our stuff later this year now that Spenser and the cats are moving in.

My FB post last night:
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Happy New Year, Friends. May 2025 treat you well, bless you richly, and be full of love, laughter, and good health.

Love for the last sentence.

for the rest. I remember you saying you'd need to sell but the decision never seems to come lightly. imho Spencer moving up north is good news and as for Ski I'm sure he'll find his footing and soar out in the big blue world. Sending oodles of prayers and pixie dust everything is sorted quickly

 

[Mr Ferret 75]

The boys are the boys. Nothing new destroyed, and yet everything destroyed, if that makes any sense.

So here’s the news - we’ve had enough. The housing market still hasn’t picked up yet. Sales are slow. We can’t afford the rent, hydro, and internet at the apartment on top of the mortgage, taxes, gas, water, hydro, internet, cable, and phone at the house for the kids. I paid the kid across the street to cut the grass all summer because Useless and Uselesser couldn’t be trusted to stay on top of it.

When I finally came home after 6 months, there wasn’t a usable washroom in the house. I brushed my teeth in the kitchen sink (which I spent half an hour emptying and cleaning when we got in at midnight) because I couldn’t be bothered to tackle the bathroom until the next morning.

Spenser’s anxiety and panic disorder has hit a fever pitch and after numerous contemplations of ending it all, he appears to finally have his meds worked out and has agreed to move up north with us.

We have been busting our behinds to prep and clean and purge the house since we got home. And by we, I mean Mike and I, my SIL Tammy, my brother and his wife, and my niece and nephew. Spenser has been marginally helpful, and Ski not at all.

As we clean one room, three others somehow get worse. That’s how deep cleaning goes.

The house goes up for sale next week. As a licensed realtor, it will be my name on the sign, so at least I can save half the commission.

That’s it, that’s my news. I’ve known even before we moved that we would have to sell if we decided to stay up north. We’ve been here almost 23 years, so Mike is sad. Memories, legacy, blah blah blah. To me, a house is just a box to store all your “stuff”, memories are stored in your head and in your heart. We’ll have to get a bigger “box” for our stuff later this year now that Spenser and the cats are moving in.

My FB post last night:
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Happy New Year, Friends. May 2025 treat you well, bless you richly, and be full of love, laughter, and good health.

Hope 2025 finds you kids and healthy and blessed eh.

 

[FutureCEO]

The boys are the boys. Nothing new destroyed, and yet everything destroyed, if that makes any sense.

So here’s the news - we’ve had enough. The housing market still hasn’t picked up yet. Sales are slow. We can’t afford the rent, hydro, and internet at the apartment on top of the mortgage, taxes, gas, water, hydro, internet, cable, and phone at the house for the kids. I paid the kid across the street to cut the grass all summer because Useless and Uselesser couldn’t be trusted to stay on top of it.

When I finally came home after 6 months, there wasn’t a usable washroom in the house. I brushed my teeth in the kitchen sink (which I spent half an hour emptying and cleaning when we got in at midnight) because I couldn’t be bothered to tackle the bathroom until the next morning.

Spenser’s anxiety and panic disorder has hit a fever pitch and after numerous contemplations of ending it all, he appears to finally have his meds worked out and has agreed to move up north with us.

We have been busting our behinds to prep and clean and purge the house since we got home. And by we, I mean Mike and I, my SIL Tammy, my brother and his wife, and my niece and nephew. Spenser has been marginally helpful, and Ski not at all.

As we clean one room, three others somehow get worse. That’s how deep cleaning goes.

The house goes up for sale next week. As a licensed realtor, it will be my name on the sign, so at least I can save half the commission.

That’s it, that’s my news. I’ve known even before we moved that we would have to sell if we decided to stay up north. We’ve been here almost 23 years, so Mike is sad. Memories, legacy, blah blah blah. To me, a house is just a box to store all your “stuff”, memories are stored in your head and in your heart. We’ll have to get a bigger “box” for our stuff later this year now that Spenser and the cats are moving in.

My FB post last night:
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Happy New Year, Friends. May 2025 treat you well, bless you richly, and be full of love, laughter, and good health.

If I ever win the lottery, you can help me buy this. I'm not really sure why one would need 8 beds and 11 baths but...the house looks nice.


Ok. So scrolling down...there's better looking houses for less.

 

[JenniferS]

If I ever win the lottery, you can help me buy this. I'm not really sure why one would need 8 beds and 11 baths but...the house looks nice.

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Ok. So scrolling down...there's better looking houses for less.

Only 1.6 km (1 mile) from the Rose Mansion from Schitt’s Creek. 3.9 km (2.4 miles) from Drake’s place. You have good taste in neighbourhoods.

 

[trr1]

 

[Mr Ferret 75]

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Pep guardiola ?

I did have a much more inappropriate name ...

 

[JenniferS]

Pep guardiola ?

I did have a much more inappropriate name ...

I totally thought you made up that name. Google says nope. Just to prove I actually read some of his bio - Tiki-taka.

 

[donaldtoo]

I'm not a.medical professional, and I didn't stay at a Holiday Inn last night, but I'm.gonna say that Ranger scratch still ain't lookin' good. Get thyself some Neosporin. Or CVS equivalent.

Based on family history, I'm probably looking at either hip or knee replacement in the next few years. Judging by the current aches and pains, could be both.

Laughing emoji for the Holiday Inn, although I think it was actually a Holiday Inn Express…!!!
Sincerely though, thank you for your concern, but it’s looking even better this morning…



Ya’ never know for sure, of course, but based on past experience, I think I’m in the clear.

As far as the aches and pains of aging go, I have a few. If ya’ live long enough it’s just inevitable. I have a partially slipped disk in my back and a cyst on my spine, and am also getting signs of neuropathy in my feet and lower legs.
Hips and knees I have no problems with, so far, but Carolyn fell at work about 5 years ago and had to have a torn meniscus repaired surgically. She still has issues with it. She fell again the other day and injured her other knee, but it appears to be healing fine, with no issues.
If you eventually need procedures to correct those issues, I sincerely hope they go very well and that you heal quickly…!!!

 

[donaldtoo]

It will be 5 years in February … just before COVID came calling. I didn’t even get to finish my physio. Being laid up sure did make social distancing during lockdown easy though.

I think it looks like an angel praying.
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The day started out great. 6:41 am.
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Not so great at 8:08 pm after the fever had set in, and I was covered in ice packs. Two on my hip for swelling. One on my chest. I think one on my wrist. And a cold cloth on my forehead.
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Oh my, I’m so sorry, but hope it all worked out for the best. You look so sad.
Definitely looks like an angel praying…!!!
On a side note, you are, pretty much, my cousin Angie’s twin…that is a compliment, btw.
Again, I sincerely hope you are much better off because of the replacement…!!!

 

[JenniferS]

Laughing emoji for the Holiday Inn, although I think it was actually a Holiday Inn Express…!!!
Sincerely though, thank you for your concern, but it’s looking even better this morning…

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Ya’ never know for sure, of course, but based on past experience, I think I’m in the clear.

As far as the aches and pains of aging go, I have a few. If ya’ live long enough it’s just inevitable. I have a partially slipped disk in my back and a cyst on my spine, and am also getting signs of neuropathy in my feet and lower legs.
Hips and knees I have no problems with, so far, but Carolyn fell at work about 5 years ago and had to have a torn meniscus repaired surgically. She still has issues with it. She fell again the other day and injured her other knee, but it appears to be healing fine, with no issues.
If you eventually need procedures to correct those issues, I sincerely hope they go very well and that you heal quickly…!!!

I fell off a stepladder in December 2018 and broke my leg and tore my meniscus. In July of 2019, I had to have surgery and they said at my age they don’t repair, they just remove. I was not yet 52.

So, now I have no meniscus, just bone on bone. I get twice yearly injections of lubricant … not covered by our universal Medicare, so that’s a bummer.

As discussed, gravity is not my friend. I was only on the first step of the ladder when I fell - a mere 8” from the ground. Them’s the breaks. Literally.

 

[JenniferS]

Oh my, I’m so sorry, but hope it all worked out for the best. You look so sad.
Definitely looks like an angel praying…!!!
On a side note, you are, pretty much, my cousin Angie’s twin…that is a compliment, btw.
Again, I sincerely hope you are much better off because of the replacement…!!!

I had a temp of 104°, and they thought I might have had a clot. (I didn’t.) It was not a great first night. Second night was better.

Everyone tells me I’m the twin of someone they know. I just have that kind of face, I guess.

 

[donaldtoo]

The boys are the boys. Nothing new destroyed, and yet everything destroyed, if that makes any sense.

So here’s the news - we’ve had enough. The housing market still hasn’t picked up yet. Sales are slow. We can’t afford the rent, hydro, and internet at the apartment on top of the mortgage, taxes, gas, water, hydro, internet, cable, and phone at the house for the kids. I paid the kid across the street to cut the grass all summer because Useless and Uselesser couldn’t be trusted to stay on top of it.

When I finally came home after 6 months, there wasn’t a usable washroom in the house. I brushed my teeth in the kitchen sink (which I spent half an hour emptying and cleaning when we got in at midnight) because I couldn’t be bothered to tackle the bathroom until the next morning.

Spenser’s anxiety and panic disorder has hit a fever pitch and after numerous contemplations of ending it all, he appears to finally have his meds worked out and has agreed to move up north with us.

We have been busting our behinds to prep and clean and purge the house since we got home. And by we, I mean Mike and I, my SIL Tammy, my brother and his wife, and my niece and nephew. Spenser has been marginally helpful, and Ski not at all.

As we clean one room, three others somehow get worse. That’s how deep cleaning goes.

The house goes up for sale next week. As a licensed realtor, it will be my name on the sign, so at least I can save half the commission.

That’s it, that’s my news. I’ve known even before we moved that we would have to sell if we decided to stay up north. We’ve been here almost 23 years, so Mike is sad. Memories, legacy, blah blah blah. To me, a house is just a box to store all your “stuff”, memories are stored in your head and in your heart. We’ll have to get a bigger “box” for our stuff later this year now that Spenser and the cats are moving in.

My FB post last night:
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Happy New Year, Friends. May 2025 treat you well, bless you richly, and be full of love, laughter, and good health.

Same to you and yours Jennifer, in regard to the new year…!!!

As far as the rest…WOW.

The only thing I can add, is that when myself and a buddy rented a house from a guy back in the day, he added an extra $50/month to our rent…because we were guys. He said guys are just tougher on things, and women aren’t. We heard him out. He said, even without partying, guys are just stronger, and things break easier, so he had to compensate for that…!!!!!
He actually made sense, and we understood, so we paid the extra rent (even though $50/month was a lot back in 1986)…!!!!!

 

[donaldtoo]

Definitely cooler here today, but still plenty sunny…!!!

 

[donaldtoo]

@JenniferS , it was a bit (OK, a lot, actually) difficult to leave our home of 33+ years, at the end of last year, as well. We raised our kiddos there, and saw them through elementary school, middle school, high school, etc.
We all had a good cry (yes, I am actually human…!!!! ) the night we finally left her.
But, in the end, we are much happier here, where we are within walking distance of our granddaughters, with a park, pool, playground, etc., between us.
Sometimes a bit of shakeup is OK…!!!