Oh, how I loathe my Door

Oh, door knob?
Why must you hate me so?
Freezing up and locking me outside is not acceptable.
Neither is locking and then not unlocking.

I have tinkered with you to no end,
Trying to make you work nicely,
Alas, you choose not to work completely.

So I have called the handyman again
and they are going to bang you around until you work.


So yes, yet again, my door knob is on the fritz . I don't know what it is with door knobs these days and me. Sigh. With any luck it will be fixed in a little bit (this is only the fourth call to housing today to get it repaired. Let's see if the fourth time is the charm :-) )

What is my next step? Probably calling up Holmes on Homes and pleading my case for his need to come up North (I know, I can dream and wish).

Story Time!

Welcome to story time in the North. Sit back with your mug-o-coffee and enjoy

Once upon a time, there was a door. A nice white door. This door was very happy as he had just been installed into his new house. Everyone around admired the door and ooo'ed and ahhh'ed at how nicely it opened and closed. However, over time, this door began to feel a little short changed. It's owners were constantly slamming it shut, hitting it with hammers to chip off the ice build and heating it up with blow torches to melt off the ice. This made the door very mad. But soon, it's people were opening and closing the door nicely again. This made the door very happy ... until these people moved away. Then the door became very sad again as it was alone.

One day, a nice person moved into the door's house. She was very happy to be living in that house. She decorated it and took very good care of it, and always gave the door good attention by keeping it nice and clean. But sure enough, slowly she began slamming, body slamming, kicking and screaming at the door. This hurt the doors feelings alot. Sure enough, she also began hitting it with hammers, heating it up with a hair dryer and spraying all sorts of smelly spray inside of it's door knob that burned. The door was very mad and decided to get revenge.

One day when the nice person decided to go outside for a nice morning walk, she couldn't open the door. The door would not open to the outside. "Hmmm" she thought, "I'm frozen inside my house". The nice girl had to call her neighbors to come over and body slam their way into her house. The door did not like this treatment either as it was getting all dented.

So the door decided that it was going to be really mean one night and didn't let the nice girl into her house. "Arrrrrghhhhh!" the nice girl screamed in frustration as the door would not budge and the door knob would not turn. "Arrrrrggggg!" screamed the northern newfie from next door who also tried to open it. "Take that door!" screamed the nice girl as she boot kicked the door, "Open up!". The nothern newfie tried again. The door, feeling that he had made her suffer enough decided to open up for the northern newfie who was trying to open it.

The nice girl, was beginning to loose her patience with the door.

One night, as the girl was walking home, she could see the mean door sitting up on the side of her bridge. The door looked very rejected and sad. It had frost all over it. It glared at the new door that was being installed in it's place. The new door was very happy to be installed on the house as it did not like the smelly plastic wrap that it was covered in.

Ever since that night, the new door and the nice girl have been living happily ......

Yes everyone it is true. Kennie has finally gotten a new door! It is so nice being able to open and close my door all on my own! No more having to call next door for a kick in! (although, I do have to admit, it is pretty funny).