LET THERE BE LIGHT!

I love having really tall ceilings in our house, that is until it is time to change burned out light bulbs. Last October (yes, I mean over a year ago- Oct. '06) the lights in our bedroom went out. It wasn't just burned out bulbs, it was something electrical. I called an electrician over, and he said to fix it he would have to cut through walls, and re patch, etc. Well, I was just about to have Chance, and I did not want to deal with any construction, so I decided I would live with it for a short while until things settled down, and until then we would use our bedside lamps, and ceiling fan. Well soon, the ceiling fan burned out, so to help with the light in our room, I started turning on our master bathroom lights. One by one they burned out. So I moved onto the laundry room lights, and I have been surviving. Well, sure enough, last week the last of the laundry room lights burned out, and it has been total darkness. I knew this definitely meant it was time to change the bulbs, but stuff like this makes me crazy! Last time I tried to change the lights, I went to Lowe's to buy the bulbs. Who knew there were a million makes, models, sizes, etc. I was overwhelmed. I did my best to guess the right bulb, but I got it wrong. I went back again to buy the correct bulbs, and I got it wrong again, so I gave up and I paid someone else to do it. So we come back to the present time. Last night, I was asking Dusty if he had any good suggestions of someone I could hire to change our light bulbs (I even asked if he would have his mom do it for us for his birthday present, but he forgot to ask, and I don't dare). He named a few people, but told me maybe I should do it myself because I might feel accomplished. No thanks, I don't care, that will definitely not make me feel accomplished I told him. I hate figuring this kind of stuff out, I would prefer to feel unaccomplished. Well, this morning was a new day. I decided I would at least try to change the bulbs myself. I climbed up on a very tall, wobbly ladder and pulled the old bulbs out and took them to an electrical store so they could be matched exactly (what a novel ideal). I came back home and changed all the bulbs and it worked! You know what, Dusty was right. I am so proud of myself right now, I really do feel accomplished :)