I will at some point get back into writing about food and health topics, but today's post isn't about either one, unless it was something I ate? lol
I just woke up from the most bizarre dream. My 15-year old daughter is supposed to be going on a day trip with a church youth group today and in my dream, it's the morning of, like it is in realy life, we are outside and she tells me her friend isn't going after all because of something I can't remember. She forwards me the text she got, but more than just that message gets sent. I don't get a chance to see it all when we have to go in for some reason, but my curiosity is piqued because it seems from other messages that ended up getting sent in the forward that the girl wasn't going due to being punished for something. But a discussion starts about my daughter not wanting to go now that her friend wasn't going.
"What? We won't get the $40 registration fee back." More about the only reason she was going was because this other friend was going. All of a sudden, a young woman we know shows up. We start all eating at the table and I decide I should get her opinion while I wait for my husband to get up so I can ask him his. There's mention of it just being boys she knows in the group and no girls and it would be awkward. The young woman takes Emilie's side. I say something about the other friends she had said were going, too. She looks down as she responds something and I tell her I know she was lying about something or had lied about something. I then say rather tensely, "You are going to have to pay me back the $40," knowing that my daughter doesn't have a job and no money left in her wallet. (Why is the $40 so important? lol) I go back outside to pick things up we had left and to try to see the rest of the text, and I see the girl she was supposed to be going on this day trip with is sitting beside her on the sofa. (Where did she come from all of a sudden? No clue. But the other young lady is miraculously gone!) I come back in within a minute to ask what the friend is doing at our place if she can't go on the trip and what are we supposed to do with her and don't get a chance: there are 3 older teen boys I don't know in my house (which isn't actually our real house; it was like a little apartment in a single-level house or something), two are laying on some sort of a futon watching TV and my daughter's on the futon with them! They're even holding beers that they've already mostly drunk. My daughter sits up when I ask, "What is going on here?", but she is holding a tall glass of milk, at least, and not a beer. (lol)
I get angry and start getting these guys--all truly young men, not short, skinny teens or anything--to get to the door, grabbing the beers out of their hands and just get really angry at them. "This is illegal! What gave you the right to go and grab beers?" is one thing I remember saying. One guy answers back in a matching tone about how you just go grab something from the fridge when you're at someone's place. I yell back, no, you don't and we start arguing and I end up pointing my finger at him, saying something about I"m teaching him proper manners here and you need to always ask (and he was actually kind of calming down and accepting that I was right) but I couldn't continue as my mouth was drying up and I was finding it hard to talk. I was suddenly awake, my mouth open and dry. And I felt a bit of a shake as though I might actually have been moving my arm in my sleep. I realized it was just a dream--and was very thankful for it!
So, was it something I ate? lol. We did have company last night and all kinds of food... ;)
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Let's Talk--Letter Says to Euthanize Autistic Boy
This post is not quite "on-topic" to this blog, if you will, but at the same time, it does have to do with health and, indirectly, having a -free life--a life free of a particular "kind" of people who can not be helped and can fill your life with negative stress. And I'm not talking about autistic people here.
You have perhaps read or heard about the letter that was sent to an Ontario family about their autistic boy. I only read little snippets that were shared and just they were heart-breaking. I saw more of the letter on the news and it is just sickening. Here is the letter:
Let's add to this that the boy's baseball--which had his name and address put on it because he kept accidentally throwing it into other people's backyards--was returned once completely shredded (can anybody say, "Anger!"?). Having become rather well versed in the more problematic personality disorders, namely Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD), Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD) and Antisocial Personality Disorder (ASPD), these two incidents--which I think it's reasonable to believe they are from the same person--show some serious red flags. Very heavily narcissistic, for one. The idea that they aren't good enough for "this type of neighbourhood" shows a sense of superiority, as do the accusations of "special treatment" (this is called projection--this person is wanting special treatment to not have a handicapped child like him in the neighbourhood, yet the grandmother isn't asking for special treatment; I've lived through this type of projection with an ex-friend I eventually extricated from my life). Over and over, this narcissistic language is there (I can run through it line by line if anybody is interested! :) ). To be that hateful and antagonistic, to suggest that he should be euthanized and body parts donated to science shows an element of ASPD, although not necessarily full out. To react so outrageously is the hallmark of BPD. To be honest, this letter, the way it's written, reminds me very much of my ex-friend who, although not diagnosed, I can say does very clearly fit the diagnostic criteria for BPD and possibly NPD. This letter shows even more NPD than my ex-friend. This is different from some of the stupid things people write online (although people should start paying more attention to how others are behaving online) because this mother went to the lengths of typing it up, printing it off and having it delivered. This is planned and has follow through, not just babbling in the moment.
Of course, one can not make a diagnosis based on a single letter; I will say that there are some serious red flags there, though, and yes, this mother might not have any diagnosable disorder, but it would be good for somebody to look into it! It's time for society to become more aware of these disorders and start really paying attention to things like this. There is so much hiding, out of trying to be understanding or just dismissing someone as being "a jerk". But these disorders go deeper. There is a private side that can behave absolutely horribly and a public side that may seem perfectly normal or just a little odd, "nothing to be concerned about." If people were more aware, they would see these disorders more clearly when they show up in loved ones (or even friendships, as in my case!). So much damage comes from being in relationship with them and, at least in the case of BPD a lot of the time, it is in their best interests to be left to their own devices; like an alcoholic, they need to hit rock bottom before they ever consider seeking help. There isn't a drug that fixes anything, it's part of who they are, part of who they developped into, and really, essentially requires not only many years of therapy (which most don't seek or don't stick with, if they do seek therapy) but retraining to rewire the brain. (NPD and ASPD are, to be honest, pretty much impossible to fix. It is in people's best interests to figure out a safe way to end any relationship they have with an ASPD, for sure.) It's one thing to have certain emotional reactions as a result of past abuse or something; it's quite another to actually believe it's okay to behave in many of the problematic ways they do behave and try to keep such behaviour hidden from the public eye. If this mother is behaving this way with a complete stranger, we need to be asking ourselves: How is she behaving toward her husband or children? To be fair, in some families with a personality disordered parent, only one person gets targetted with the bad behaviour. But the others are still witnesses to it. What do you think this does to kids growing up in such an environment? It qualifies as an abusive environment and where I live, can result in the removal of the children. But they are so good at hiding things in public, the family situation is never properly examined. Although, even there, they can be good enough at faking and have enough control over the rest of the family that a cursory look won't reveal a problem. That's why education is so important so family members themselves can identify and start taking the necessary steps so that they, at least, can have a happier, healthier life.
If this letter reminds you of your mother or a friend or someone you know, or perhaps you are the husband or child of this woman who has managed to find your way here, I would recommend you read this book:
Although I don't have a borderline mother, I read this book to understand the disorder more, especially since I believe my ex-friend to be a borderline mother. Lawson doesn't say it, but her different categories of BPD mothers basically break it down into mothers who are BPD and have narcissistic traits, who are BPD and have ASPD traits, and a couple other personality disorders that are not as "bad" on their own, but provide a whole twist to BPD. Some can have more than one personality disorder or can have a single personality disorder with some strong traits of other personality disorders. In any case, if the letter makes you think of someone you know, I highly recommend the book. And if you are simply interested in psychological/psychiatric matters as I am, I still highly recommend the book. It is an eye opener.
Full text of the letter in case there is an issue with the image:
You have perhaps read or heard about the letter that was sent to an Ontario family about their autistic boy. I only read little snippets that were shared and just they were heart-breaking. I saw more of the letter on the news and it is just sickening. Here is the letter:
Text typed out at the bottom of the post in case this picture isn't readable
Let's add to this that the boy's baseball--which had his name and address put on it because he kept accidentally throwing it into other people's backyards--was returned once completely shredded (can anybody say, "Anger!"?). Having become rather well versed in the more problematic personality disorders, namely Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD), Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD) and Antisocial Personality Disorder (ASPD), these two incidents--which I think it's reasonable to believe they are from the same person--show some serious red flags. Very heavily narcissistic, for one. The idea that they aren't good enough for "this type of neighbourhood" shows a sense of superiority, as do the accusations of "special treatment" (this is called projection--this person is wanting special treatment to not have a handicapped child like him in the neighbourhood, yet the grandmother isn't asking for special treatment; I've lived through this type of projection with an ex-friend I eventually extricated from my life). Over and over, this narcissistic language is there (I can run through it line by line if anybody is interested! :) ). To be that hateful and antagonistic, to suggest that he should be euthanized and body parts donated to science shows an element of ASPD, although not necessarily full out. To react so outrageously is the hallmark of BPD. To be honest, this letter, the way it's written, reminds me very much of my ex-friend who, although not diagnosed, I can say does very clearly fit the diagnostic criteria for BPD and possibly NPD. This letter shows even more NPD than my ex-friend. This is different from some of the stupid things people write online (although people should start paying more attention to how others are behaving online) because this mother went to the lengths of typing it up, printing it off and having it delivered. This is planned and has follow through, not just babbling in the moment.
Of course, one can not make a diagnosis based on a single letter; I will say that there are some serious red flags there, though, and yes, this mother might not have any diagnosable disorder, but it would be good for somebody to look into it! It's time for society to become more aware of these disorders and start really paying attention to things like this. There is so much hiding, out of trying to be understanding or just dismissing someone as being "a jerk". But these disorders go deeper. There is a private side that can behave absolutely horribly and a public side that may seem perfectly normal or just a little odd, "nothing to be concerned about." If people were more aware, they would see these disorders more clearly when they show up in loved ones (or even friendships, as in my case!). So much damage comes from being in relationship with them and, at least in the case of BPD a lot of the time, it is in their best interests to be left to their own devices; like an alcoholic, they need to hit rock bottom before they ever consider seeking help. There isn't a drug that fixes anything, it's part of who they are, part of who they developped into, and really, essentially requires not only many years of therapy (which most don't seek or don't stick with, if they do seek therapy) but retraining to rewire the brain. (NPD and ASPD are, to be honest, pretty much impossible to fix. It is in people's best interests to figure out a safe way to end any relationship they have with an ASPD, for sure.) It's one thing to have certain emotional reactions as a result of past abuse or something; it's quite another to actually believe it's okay to behave in many of the problematic ways they do behave and try to keep such behaviour hidden from the public eye. If this mother is behaving this way with a complete stranger, we need to be asking ourselves: How is she behaving toward her husband or children? To be fair, in some families with a personality disordered parent, only one person gets targetted with the bad behaviour. But the others are still witnesses to it. What do you think this does to kids growing up in such an environment? It qualifies as an abusive environment and where I live, can result in the removal of the children. But they are so good at hiding things in public, the family situation is never properly examined. Although, even there, they can be good enough at faking and have enough control over the rest of the family that a cursory look won't reveal a problem. That's why education is so important so family members themselves can identify and start taking the necessary steps so that they, at least, can have a happier, healthier life.
If this letter reminds you of your mother or a friend or someone you know, or perhaps you are the husband or child of this woman who has managed to find your way here, I would recommend you read this book:
Although I don't have a borderline mother, I read this book to understand the disorder more, especially since I believe my ex-friend to be a borderline mother. Lawson doesn't say it, but her different categories of BPD mothers basically break it down into mothers who are BPD and have narcissistic traits, who are BPD and have ASPD traits, and a couple other personality disorders that are not as "bad" on their own, but provide a whole twist to BPD. Some can have more than one personality disorder or can have a single personality disorder with some strong traits of other personality disorders. In any case, if the letter makes you think of someone you know, I highly recommend the book. And if you are simply interested in psychological/psychiatric matters as I am, I still highly recommend the book. It is an eye opener.
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Full text of the letter in case there is an issue with the image:
To the lady living at this address:
I also live in this neighborhood and have a problem!!!! You have a kid that is mentally handicapped and you consciously decided that it would be a good idea to live in a close proximity neighborhood like this???? You selfishly put your kid outside everyday and let him be a nothing but a nuisance and a problem to everyone else with that noise polluting whaling he constantly makes!!! That noise he makes when he is outside is DREADFUL!!!!!!!!!! It scares the hell out of my normal children!!!!!!!! When you feel your idiot kid needs fresh air, take him to our park you dope!!! We have a nature trail!! Let him run around those places and make noise!!!!!! Crying babies, music and even barking dogs are normal sounds in a residential neighborhood!!!!! He is NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He is a hindrance to everyone and will always be that way!!!!! Who the hell is going to care for him?????? No employer will hire him, no normal girl is going to marry/love him and you are not going to live forever!! Personally, they should take whatever non retarded body parts he possesses and donate it to science. What the hell else good is he to anyone!!! You had a retarded kid, deal with it… properly!!!!! What right do you have to do this to hard working people!!!!!!! I HATE people like you who believe, just because you have a special needs kid, you are entitled to special treatment!!! GOD!!!!!!!
Do everyone in our community huge a favor and MOVE!!!! VAMOSE!!! SCRAM!!!! Move away and get out of this type of neighborhood setting!!! Go live in a trailer in the woods or something with your wild animal kid!!! Nobody wants you living here and they don’t have the guts to tell you!!!!!
Do the right thing and and move or euthanize him!!! Either way, we are ALL better off!!!
Sincerely,
One pissed off mother!!!!
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
An Update
Where do I begin? So much to share and all interconnected and I'm
probably not going to let it all out in a coherent manner, and might
have to do this in a series of posts, but here goes.
Last time I wrote, I was talking about long-term goals, my goal for better health. My mind has since kind of changed this idea into ultimate health and a doctor's appointment has reminded me about this focus and even my desire to live to at least 100--and not just live, but still be active and in great health.
This bring's me to my doctor's appointment. It was supposed to be very quick. They didn't even weigh me when they called me in, so I figured they weren't going to check blood pressure. But as I was sitting, reading, in the room, a nurse comes in and says she wants to check my blood pressure. My insides went, "What?!" I normally get nervous when my blood pressure is taken, for whatever reason, and I spend the minutes waiting for it by relaxing and preparing myself for it. I didn't get that this time. First reading: 143/something. "WHAT?!" My BP in the past has typically been 110/70-120/80. Anything over 139/89 is seen as a problem here. (I did some looking online; it seems different countries and places have different standards). Last year, when it was sweltering hot and I could actually feel my BP was high, my upper number (systolic) was 135, but they weren't concerned.
The nurse said she would let the machine run through all its cycles. Well, at that point, I was worrying, kind of freaking out. Second reading: 175/something over 110. Yeah, great! (sic) Final average was something like 153/something above 90. ACH! (German pronunciation here.;) ) I explained my nervousness during it all and how I was panicking about the first reading being high and asked if I should do it again later or what and try to calm myself down a bit. She decided to have me take my reading 4 separate times at a drug store over the next week and see her again. Well, we were leaving camping the next day; that was going to be a problem. I ended up getting an appointment 11 days after the original appointment, which gave me time to go camping and do the readings.
But the precedent had been set. She told me to wait 5 minutes when I got to the machine, so that I could relax, and then take the reading. Waiting didn't help. I had had the initial high reading and was nervous. And I hate those machines--when your arm is feeling painfully squeezed, how can your pressure not go up? In any case, I went the very next morning before we left for our camping trip. 140-something over I don't remember what (I have it written down). Those 5 minutes didn't make me feel calm. Mypulse was 107, I remember that. My usual resting rate is about 75, just to give an idea of my state at the time I was taking my blood pressure.
We went camping and although we were in town once, I didn't go into a drug store so I didn't check my blood pressure. The day after we got back, I went again and was very nervous and anxious. Still a bit high and I did more than one reading. Diastolic over 90 each time. Well, then I started getting nervous about how my anxiety was affecting my blood pressure reading. Which didn't help any, as you can imagine. Every time I even thought about having to take my blood pressure, I got anxious. The next day, this past Sunday, I dropped my son off at his cousins' and stopped at a grocery store with a pharmacy section. I walked around until I felt calm, but as soon as I sat down, the calm was gone. Tried to take some readings there, but they had the darn thing set up so that your back was to the pharmacy and everything (nothing like hearing people and noises behind you to help you relax,eh?). First reading was 140-something/something (I should grab my notes, shouldn't I? lol), second reading--when somebody had come up to the pharmacy behind me and was talking and things were falling in the pharmacy--was 175/something. Bah. Took a 3rd reading but it was so clear I was the furthest thing from relaxed, it was high, I left there and decided I would go to the drug store after getting my small amount of groceries.
Got to the drug store and the readings were lower, but still above 139/89. This actually triggered anxiety that would hit without me even thinking about taking my blood pressure! I tried all kinds of things to make it go away but to no avail. Finally, Monday, I just took a position of ignoring it. Was at a different grocery store with a pharmacy and sat down. Could feel the tightness in my chest from the anxiety, but I was otherwise feeling calm. It was strange. But it gave me a reading under 139/89. And by evening, I realized the anxiety had left completely. Took some more readings yesterday, but I was feeling rushed. Not anxious, though, so my pulse was high from feeling rushed, but the BP readings were all under 139/89.
That said...
These "normal" readings are too high. Optimal is nothing over 120/80, which is where I was for years and years. This all has helped my focus on making health improvements in my life. I'm not sure how much improving my diet would help with the BP, since my diet isn't horrendous and hasn't changed for the worse over the past few years, but my exercise levels... That's another matter. I've said in the past here how I've noticed I'm weak cardiovascularly. I get winded too easily. This, I believe, is tied with this increased blood pressure. My heart/cardiovascular system just isn't as strong as it used to be and I need to help it.
Now, all of this has managed to filter into my thoughts about my long-term health. How do I expect to live to at least 100 and still be healthy at that point if, now, my blood pressure is higher and I'm getting winded and my knees/IT band problems aren't taken care of and I'm not eating anywhere near as well as I could and... This "bad" event of high blood pressure has been a good kick in the butt to get myself more motivated and focused.
I've gotten on the treadmill once this week so far. Meant to this morning and forgot (not habit yet!). It's not too late. Off I go!
Last time I wrote, I was talking about long-term goals, my goal for better health. My mind has since kind of changed this idea into ultimate health and a doctor's appointment has reminded me about this focus and even my desire to live to at least 100--and not just live, but still be active and in great health.
This bring's me to my doctor's appointment. It was supposed to be very quick. They didn't even weigh me when they called me in, so I figured they weren't going to check blood pressure. But as I was sitting, reading, in the room, a nurse comes in and says she wants to check my blood pressure. My insides went, "What?!" I normally get nervous when my blood pressure is taken, for whatever reason, and I spend the minutes waiting for it by relaxing and preparing myself for it. I didn't get that this time. First reading: 143/something. "WHAT?!" My BP in the past has typically been 110/70-120/80. Anything over 139/89 is seen as a problem here. (I did some looking online; it seems different countries and places have different standards). Last year, when it was sweltering hot and I could actually feel my BP was high, my upper number (systolic) was 135, but they weren't concerned.
The nurse said she would let the machine run through all its cycles. Well, at that point, I was worrying, kind of freaking out. Second reading: 175/something over 110. Yeah, great! (sic) Final average was something like 153/something above 90. ACH! (German pronunciation here.;) ) I explained my nervousness during it all and how I was panicking about the first reading being high and asked if I should do it again later or what and try to calm myself down a bit. She decided to have me take my reading 4 separate times at a drug store over the next week and see her again. Well, we were leaving camping the next day; that was going to be a problem. I ended up getting an appointment 11 days after the original appointment, which gave me time to go camping and do the readings.
But the precedent had been set. She told me to wait 5 minutes when I got to the machine, so that I could relax, and then take the reading. Waiting didn't help. I had had the initial high reading and was nervous. And I hate those machines--when your arm is feeling painfully squeezed, how can your pressure not go up? In any case, I went the very next morning before we left for our camping trip. 140-something over I don't remember what (I have it written down). Those 5 minutes didn't make me feel calm. Mypulse was 107, I remember that. My usual resting rate is about 75, just to give an idea of my state at the time I was taking my blood pressure.
We went camping and although we were in town once, I didn't go into a drug store so I didn't check my blood pressure. The day after we got back, I went again and was very nervous and anxious. Still a bit high and I did more than one reading. Diastolic over 90 each time. Well, then I started getting nervous about how my anxiety was affecting my blood pressure reading. Which didn't help any, as you can imagine. Every time I even thought about having to take my blood pressure, I got anxious. The next day, this past Sunday, I dropped my son off at his cousins' and stopped at a grocery store with a pharmacy section. I walked around until I felt calm, but as soon as I sat down, the calm was gone. Tried to take some readings there, but they had the darn thing set up so that your back was to the pharmacy and everything (nothing like hearing people and noises behind you to help you relax,eh?). First reading was 140-something/something (I should grab my notes, shouldn't I? lol), second reading--when somebody had come up to the pharmacy behind me and was talking and things were falling in the pharmacy--was 175/something. Bah. Took a 3rd reading but it was so clear I was the furthest thing from relaxed, it was high, I left there and decided I would go to the drug store after getting my small amount of groceries.
Got to the drug store and the readings were lower, but still above 139/89. This actually triggered anxiety that would hit without me even thinking about taking my blood pressure! I tried all kinds of things to make it go away but to no avail. Finally, Monday, I just took a position of ignoring it. Was at a different grocery store with a pharmacy and sat down. Could feel the tightness in my chest from the anxiety, but I was otherwise feeling calm. It was strange. But it gave me a reading under 139/89. And by evening, I realized the anxiety had left completely. Took some more readings yesterday, but I was feeling rushed. Not anxious, though, so my pulse was high from feeling rushed, but the BP readings were all under 139/89.
That said...
These "normal" readings are too high. Optimal is nothing over 120/80, which is where I was for years and years. This all has helped my focus on making health improvements in my life. I'm not sure how much improving my diet would help with the BP, since my diet isn't horrendous and hasn't changed for the worse over the past few years, but my exercise levels... That's another matter. I've said in the past here how I've noticed I'm weak cardiovascularly. I get winded too easily. This, I believe, is tied with this increased blood pressure. My heart/cardiovascular system just isn't as strong as it used to be and I need to help it.
Now, all of this has managed to filter into my thoughts about my long-term health. How do I expect to live to at least 100 and still be healthy at that point if, now, my blood pressure is higher and I'm getting winded and my knees/IT band problems aren't taken care of and I'm not eating anywhere near as well as I could and... This "bad" event of high blood pressure has been a good kick in the butt to get myself more motivated and focused.
I've gotten on the treadmill once this week so far. Meant to this morning and forgot (not habit yet!). It's not too late. Off I go!
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Setting Long-Term Goals
I will start off by admitting that I did manage to fulfill my 30-day challenge. We had an unexpected trip out of town right and then having visitors stay with us a few days after that affected things more than I had anticipated! We are going to be gone camping soon, too, which will really make my Pain Free routine impossible!
I have, however, started thinking about long-term goals for myself. As in, what I would like to accomplish in the next year and how can I make sure I work on it. We are going to Hawaii next summer and I have some desires for my state of health and fitness by the time we leave:
The big question is how to make sure I monitor my progress. And what am I monitoring? I might have to figure this out as I go along because if I have to figure it all out first, I might never get started!
At the moment, though, we appear to have a leak somewhere. Could be plumbing, could be roof. In The Sims 3, there is an option of using points to make your house fireproof; I wish there were a way to make realy houses leakproof!
I have, however, started thinking about long-term goals for myself. As in, what I would like to accomplish in the next year and how can I make sure I work on it. We are going to Hawaii next summer and I have some desires for my state of health and fitness by the time we leave:
- IT band problems gone or under control: This requires a commitment to Pain Free and yoga, as well as strengthening necessary muscles (like the glutes).
- Improved fitness: I know I need to work out specific goals for this but only have general ideas at the moment. I want to be able to hike a long time, run on the beach without feeling immediately winded and my daughter and I would like to learn to surf, if possible, which means the IT band problems above need to be taken care of, but I'd also like to explore what other kinds of exercise would be helpful. I'm thinking things at the moment like running 5K as a goal and a certain number of crunches or burpees or something.
- New bathing suit: This is a combined goal because I want my new bathing suit to be a smaller size :), which means not only improved fitness, but getting a handle on my food and food sensitivities and lose these extra pounds once and for all. Target? 10 lbs minimum to a maximum weight loss of 15 lbs. This is another area where I need to have specific goals, or perhaps actions, to work on. Things like raw food intake and perhaps even having a look at how many calories I'm actually consuming in a day! My ideal goal would be that 80-90% of the time, I'm eating as healthily as I can with vegan, whole foods, and that portion being mostly raw fruits and vegetables. Doing this will also help my environmental allergies, which means I will feel pretty much allergy-free.
The big question is how to make sure I monitor my progress. And what am I monitoring? I might have to figure this out as I go along because if I have to figure it all out first, I might never get started!
At the moment, though, we appear to have a leak somewhere. Could be plumbing, could be roof. In The Sims 3, there is an option of using points to make your house fireproof; I wish there were a way to make realy houses leakproof!
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