tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446439526533982975.post6682703783707420235..comments2023-10-26T08:53:38.270-07:00Comments on Mandy's Journal: Our Duraflame had too much flame and not enough duraNatalie Willishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954624235991297549noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446439526533982975.post-75873693450948978592009-01-19T15:08:00.000-08:002009-01-19T15:08:00.000-08:00Your stories are too much! You should write a boo...Your stories are too much! You should write a book - mothers every where would buy it!!!!<BR/><BR/>I'm glad the MRI came back with good results. I hope Mandy's fatigue is gone. Stay warm!<BR/><BR/>COLE Prayer Team - www.colesfoundation.com<BR/><BR/>www.caringbridge.org/visit/rileycook<BR/><BR/>Hugs of love, AndreaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446439526533982975.post-80206132658646407322009-01-19T09:16:00.000-08:002009-01-19T09:16:00.000-08:00Hey, at least you FOUND the thingamigig, unlike me...Hey, at least you FOUND the thingamigig, unlike me, on a 12-degree night last February when I decided that the good ol' Duraflame fire would be a nice companion on an evening that hubby was out and little boy had just been put down to bed. <BR/><BR/>When the smoke started filling up the room, I panicked and began furiously opening all the doors (remember, TWELVE DEGREES)in a futile effort to chase the smoke outside before it set off the detectors, therefore waking aforementioned little boy. <BR/><BR/>Then I placed a desperate cell phone call to hubby, who was at an unexpectedly crowded, chaotic and noisy place -- a Kansas Democratic presidential caucus (I am not kidding. There are indeed Kansas Democrats, and apparently when they all get together in a room and start ranting about Republicans, they cannot hear their cell phones). <BR/><BR/>By this time I was on Plan C (or maybe D), which involved yanking the batteries out of the squealing smoke detectors and filling pots of water from the kitchen sink to drown the Duraflame log. Ever seen a soaked fake-wood fireplace log? It is not a pretty sight. <BR/><BR/>Meanwhile, the young male of the household has come downstairs, jolted awake by the smoke alarm, and is standing with his mouth agape at the sight of his crazed mommy throwing water into the fireplace and saying bad words and yanking batteries out of smoke detectors while frigid air whooshes through the house.<BR/><BR/>And what's worse is, I still don't know where the thingamigig is.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446439526533982975.post-37480636541303847532009-01-17T17:12:00.000-08:002009-01-17T17:12:00.000-08:00UGH! What I wouldn't give for double digit temper...UGH! What I wouldn't give for double digit temperatures!! :P<BR/><BR/>I think that little thingamajiggy is called the damper. And it was in the right position because you have to close it every time you're done using the fireplace. Otherwise, you leave the flue (a.k.a. the doohickey) open and are letting outside air in. So next time, you need to remember to flip the thingamajiggy to open the doohickey before firing up. Otherwise, the flue will be closed and you'll get a house full of smoke again.<BR/><BR/>Er, but don't even think about asking me which way you're supposed to twist it. *d'oh*<BR/><BR/>Glad to hear y'all made it out relatively unscathed and no worse for the wear. . . well, besides the dogs and cows, that is. Did they ever stop barking and mooing? *grin*Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446439526533982975.post-68793659191436618072009-01-17T12:15:00.000-08:002009-01-17T12:15:00.000-08:00You are too funny. I so feel your pain...I too on...You are too funny. I so feel your pain...I too once forgot to flip the thinggamajig and almost burnt the house down. I love your translations.joanofalltradeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12531235342796697451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446439526533982975.post-77376666134886889922009-01-17T08:15:00.000-08:002009-01-17T08:15:00.000-08:00You crack me up! But remember how my mom was in Fl...You crack me up! But remember how my mom was in Florida the past week? She said Thursday she was wearing a scarf and gloves walking Clearwater Beach. As if I was supposed to feel bad for her. She got home yesterday morning to a crisp -12 degrees and quickly understood why I didn't care if she was cold in Florida. It was warmer in Alaska yesterday. The more northern-most part of Alaska. <BR/><BR/>Stay warm! ;)Jennifer Lehmannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12162142116165173805noreply@blogger.com