Archive for December, 2009

Why A Plastic Pipe Nearly Runied Your New Year Message

Well it’s the last day of the “naughties” as this decade has come to be known, and I had planned to write something inspiring to wish you a happy, healthy and prosperous 2010, but you know what they say about plans…

…sometimes they go wrong!

Last night I had my usual evening bath and went downstairs to discover the sound of dripping and a very wet kitchen floor.

Outside, the rain was lashing at the window and the water appeared to be coming in from the top of that, but it wasn’t.  Instead, it was coming through the ceiling from behind the coving, dripping onto the work surfaces and falling onto the floor.  It was also dripping through the centre of the room.

I thought I possibly had a burst pipe as we are experiencing unusually cold weather for UK at the moment, but couldn’t work out how, or why the water was appearing as it was.

Jodi, my autistic son, was very helpful.  He told me it was “wet”, put a towel on the floor and carried on watching one of the new DVD’s he’d had for Christmas!

Anyway, I tried to phone my neighbour who happens to be a plumber, but none of my phones would work, so I quickly removed any electrical items from the work top, dashed over to his house in the pouring rain, dragged the poor man away from his guests, and asked him to find the leak.

Alan was great, but even he was confused at first.  It wasn’t anything obvious, but even without him actually doing anything the water appeared to slow down and eventually stop,  apart from the slow dripping from the center of the room.

So what was it?

Yes, I expect you’ve guessed.  My bath water had decided to wash my kitchen floor instead of going down the waste pipe.

Why?

Well apparently the plastic push on pipes so commonly used by plumbers these  days (because they don’t need to be soldered or tightened) have a tendency to work themselves loose over time.

It seems the mixture of the cold and hot water makes them expand and contract, and the ones underneath my bath (and hidden by the bath panel) had done precisely that.

The question is – when?

Looking underneath the bath it seems last night may not have been the first time the water hadn’t been going down  the drain, which means it had been soaked up by the upstairs flooring and the ceiling below.

That’s a bit of a worry.

Anyway, thanks to a bit of plastic pipe, my evening was ruined and today will be spent trying to get back my phone connection, contacting the insurance company and establishing just what damage has actually been done.

Whether I have to have a new floor or ceiling only time will tell.  Water can do a lot of damage.  It’s an inconvenience but looking on the bright side, it’s nothing compared to the horrors experienced by thousands of other people whose homes have been completely destroyed by flood water.

At least my water was clean. 

Thankfully, although I have no  telephone connection, my internet is working, and as if in answer to my prayers, I’ve just received this New Year Message, which I am going to pass on for two reasons.

Firstly, I think it’s great, and secondly, I just  don’t have time to write anything original, so thanks very much Adelene!

Wishes for  2010

May peace break into your home and may thieves come to steal your debts.
May the pockets of your jeans become a magnet for $100 bills.
May love stick to your face like Vaseline and may laughter assault your lips.
May happiness slap you across the face and may your tears be that of joy.
May the problems you had, forget your home address.

In simple words …

May 2010 be the best year of YOUR life!

Take care (and watch out for plastic bath fittings!)
Jean Shaw

http://www.JeansMenopausalMoment.com

Snow In UK, Santa Clause and My Electricity

snow in UK It’s coming up to Christmas and a lot of marketers have been holding some really great webinars – at least I think they have.

Unfortunately, we’re having snow in UK and where I  live, we’re just not used to it.

The last time we had snow like this was about twenty years ago, so I’m wondering, are we experiencing global warming, or is it the big freeze?

Anyway, I’ve missed a lot of the great free GVO Academy training , because  my electricity keeps going out.

I’m just wondering if the snow has confused Santa and it’s all his fault.

Watch thisto see what I mean.

Take care.

Jean
www.jeansmenopausalmoment.com

Happy Christmas – Just As Well I’m Not A Reindeer!

I admit it, I’m totally geographically challenged so it’s just as well I wasn’t born a reindeer.

Here’s the contents of an e-mail I just received. I’ve no idea where it originated, but it’s supposed to be taken in good humour so please don’t take offence all you males out there.

REMEMBER THIS AT CHRISTMAS TIME

According to the Alaska Department of Fish and Game, while both male and female reindeer grow antlers in the summer each year, male reindeer drop their antlers at the beginning of winter, usually l

ate November to mid-December.

Female reindeer retain their antlers till after they give birth in the spring.

Therefore, according to EVERY historical rendition depicting Santa’s reindeer, EVERY single one of them, from Rudolph to Blitzen, had to be a girl.

We should’ve known…

ONLY women would be able to drag a fat-ass man in a red  velvet suit all around the world in one night and not get lost.

Take care.

Jean Shaw
Season’s Greetings and Best Wishes
For A Happy Christmas And Healthy And Prosperous 2010

Why Couldn’t Terry Pratchett Turn His Silver Fillings Into Cufflinks?

Mercury2As  I was shopping in our local town I was surprised to see a lady serving customers wearing a face mask.

Initially I thought she was concerned about swine flu, but I later learned she suffers from MCS and CFS. Now, for those of you who hate all this short hand stuff – that means she has Multiple Chemical Sensitivity and  Chronic  Fatigue Syndrome.

Her condition means she’s allergic to many of the toxic chemicals  so common in our daily lives.

Things like perfume,aftershave, smoke, paint, pesticides, synthetic fabrics and other chemical smells can make her light headed, dizzy and sometimes unable to voluntarily control her muscles.

She says, sometimes she can be debilitated for days.

Sounds like a horror story, doesn’t it, but it’s becoming increasingly common, and the lady in question believes it was the “mercury contained in tooth fillings” that caused her illness.

I believe her, but I’m sure many people are sceptical.

I know from personal experience, the effects of mercury from dental amalgam fillings.

Yes – amalgam fillings DO contain mercury. Infact, they are 50% mercury.

Hard to believe isn’t it?

The European Commission say – The largest source of mercury exposure for most people in developed countries is inhalation of mercury vapour from dental amalgams

Terry Pratchett, the famous author has early onset  Alzheimer’s and thought having mercury fillings in his mouth was a very bad idea indeed. When he paid a lot of money to have them removed, he asked his dentist if he could turn them into the most expensive cuff links he’d ever own.

He couldn’t, – why?

…because they had to go in the “toxic waste bin”.

Makes you think, doesn’t it?

If you want to learn more about those “silver” fillings in your mouth I’ve written  a free report, which you can grab at www.jeansmenopausalmoment.com/mercuryreport.html

Take care.

Jean Shaw
http://www.JeansMenopausalMoment.com

Alex Jeffreys told me a couple of days ago  he was launching his brand new affiliate marketing course today.

He didn’t tell me it was FREE for a limited time though.

Mind you, I souldn’t be surprised as he’s always been, shall we say, …generous!

Apparently, he’s revealing how he made his very first $10,000 day online, as well as his  Triple Threat Affiliate system.

So if you don’t want to miss out on Alex Jeffreys latest video, revealing ine his short cut blueprint to affiliate marketing, I recommend you go here now before he comes to his senses.

You  may have to wait in the queue though – I’m first!

Here’s the link again.


http://tinyurl.com/y9xoq2u

Good Luck.

Jean Shaw