Bloggy ideas are brewing...

A friend of mine recently started an excellent blog called "Poor Man's Wife".  In it, she talks all about making do with what they already have, and making things at home that are cheaper, healthier, and better for the environment. With 4 kids, a husband, and a menagerie of animals to take care of, I was hugely impressed to see her writing about things like making your own laundry detergent and shampoo.

I've always had it in my head that I wanted to do things a little more naturally - I've always been interested in things like making my own soap and growing and preserving my own food, that sort of stuff. But it's always been a "someday" goal. Seeing my friend doing these things made me realize...now is the time to do it. You make it work, and you're better for it. "Someday" never comes, so take action today!

The last few days, I've been doing a lot of research on living a healthier, more natural lifestyle. I started discussing it with my parents, and my dad pulled out this book for me to look at.

According to Dad, this book (along with Madame Benoît's cookbook) are my inheritance.

Granted, it's from 1981 and a little bit of the information is outdated...but there is SO much good stuff in this book! Combined with my online research, I'm really inspired to start living a simpler, healthier, more natural and eco-friendly life.

Yep, it's going to take a while for me to get my dream of having a farm out in the country. Heck, it might never happen. But I can still make the best of what I have now.

I haven't decided yet if I'm going to start a whole new blog, or if I'm going to just shift the focus of this blog and change the title. I've got some planning and prep-work to do, but I'll keep my readers (all 2 of you) updated. :)

I need a camera!

After several months of blah feelings towards my little blog, I've decided to give it another go. My problem seems to be that there isn't much direction to it. (sort of like me!) I need something for my blog to focus on! All the best blogs have a solid idea to revolve around...mine is just sort of a hodge-podge of ramblings about my day...and who cares about that?

So, while I'm figuring out what I want for the future of my blog, here are some more hodge-podge ramblings!

BIG changes! We've moved! Hooray! Out of the frying pan and into the fire! Or...the ice-box possibly. We've moved from the brown, dry, stupidly-hot, nothingness of the Arizona desert to lush, green, gorgeous, albeit humid, southern Ontario.  I'm enjoying every minute though. Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous. I can't get enough of the green...it's a feast for my senses! I know I'll miss the green come winter, but honestly I'm really excited about the changing leaves, and snow, and all that. Ask me again in February, and I'll probably be sick of it. But the way I see it, there are trade offs for every place you live. Yes, I have to deal with snow and cold now. But as I mentioned before, it's GORGEOUSLY green here...it's actually possible to have gardens and flowers and lovely leafy trees...and summer is relished here, in a way that it certainly isn't in Arizona. As soon as it's even slightly above freezing, everyone opens up their patios to soak in the sun, plant things, and just enjoy being outside. Summer is special here. Summer is dreaded in Arizona. Can you tell I'm happy to be here?

The downside is that John had to stay behind to wrap things up. We're hoping he'll be able to come up in the next few weeks, but it's been really hard without him here for the past 2 months. Thankfully my family here has been amazing, and that makes it a little easier.

Unfortunately, I left the camera at home with John. So, no pictures for the time being.

New Year, new routines.

I recently read a blog about a woman who did what she called "The 50's Housewife Experiment." It's a very interesting and funny read, and if you've got a little time, I highly recommend it. The author has a quirky personality and is a great writer. And actually, I've taken quite a few ideas from it myself. I don't need to be the subservient little housewife who's sole purpose in life is to make my husband happy and comfortable, but there are things to be learned from the experiment that can enrich our family and our home. I've been working on implementing a few practices into my daily routine, and can already see that things are running a bit smoother and I feel better about myself.

This is what I look like

My normal morning routine usually consists of getting up whenever John does, throwing on a robe and throwing John's lunch together. Usually I let him toast a few waffles for himself, fix whatever is handy for Fiona, and make myself a few cups of coffee. Then I usually get on my computer for a while while Fiona watches cartoons. I get things done that need to get done, but don't usually go above and beyond. Fiona is fed and played with, but watches more TV than she should. About an hour before John is due home, I rush around and get the dishes done and make the bed, bare minimum stuff. Dinner isn't really a problem for us, that's one area that I've got a handle on. I plan the menu for the week in advance and do all the shopping needed for the week. Dinner is usually ready shortly after John gets home. Dishes don't usually get done until the next day though.

This is what I want to look like

 Now when I get up - before John - I get dressed. Not like I'm going out or anything, but I make an effort to put on something nice (not sweats and a tank top) and put on some jewelry, pull my hair back. John's lunch gets made first, and is ready in the fridge for him when he leaves for work. I make breakfast for the three of us, and have it ready all at the same time, so that we can all sit and eat breakfast together - without the TV on. That's a bit tricky since we usually all have different meals for breakfast. John gets oatmeal, eggs, sausage, toast, waffles, pancakes, etc. Fiona usually prefers cereal and juice. I'm trying to eat healthier, so I've been having plain nonfat yogurt, half a grapefruit and a cup of black coffee. John leaves for work and I tidy the house, do the dishes, plus one deeper cleaning type job. Yesterday I vacuumed the dust and dead bugs from the windowsills, and today I vacuumed and mopped the whole house. Fiona either helps me or plays in her newly organized, sorted, and clean room. She's finally getting into a routine with her toys, even if I do have to constantly remind her. Every toy has a place, and gets put away before another toy comes out. It's so nice to go into her room and see everything neatly put away and her playing pretend with her dolls, and using her imagination instead of watching TV. Morning is also the best time for going on walks and to the park and stuff. She gets snacks at 10 am and 3 pm - a piece of cheese, an apple, carrots and dip - that sort of stuff. After lunch, sometimes Fiona naps, or she just has some quiet time with a movie. At that point, I actually feel ok about spending some time on the internet, or watching a little tv myself, or reading a book. It's great to have a little free time in the afternoon, with the house already being clean and not having to worry about running around like crazy to pick up before John gets home. I can just relax in my clean house, and only worry about getting stuff prepped for dinner. The TV is no longer on during meals. I think John is more relaxed, coming home to a clean house and a hot dinner. Fiona seems to be happier to play with her toys now, than to watch TV.  Playing must be more fun when everything is organized and she can find what she wants, and not just strewn about her bedroom.

These aren't huge changes, but I think it's good for us. Now I just need to keep it up!

A sad farewell

It's the 4th of January - 2012 is in full swing. It's been a rough couple of days for my family. My Pop (step-mum's father) passed away on New Year's Eve. Donald Whatley was an amazing person. You couldn't help but be charmed by his easy going nature, his kindness, and his happy whistle where ever he went. When his wife, my Nan, had several strokes some years back, he took care of her every need with a smile on his face. We weren't related by blood, but I don't think that thought ever entered his mind. He treated me and my siblings like his own grandchildren. He was such an amazing example of a loving husband, father, and grandfather. I'm sad that my own daughter won't ever get to know him, but I'm so grateful for the years that he was a part of my life.

2011 in review

In the dwindling hours of 2011, I'm reflecting on my life over the past year. To be honest, my feelings towards 2011 are kind of... ''meh''. I sort of feel like we've been in limbo this year. Nothing really amazing has happened, no big events, nothing catastrophic has happened. We're just sort of waiting.

• John still has the same contract job - which thankfully has been a great job for him. He's happy and the pay is good.
• This is my first full year as a stay at home mom. I've loved being home and getting to know my little girl that much better. It's definitely been a struggle at times though.
• I was approved to sponsor John's immigration to Canada, but his paperwork will take a further 10 months to process. Boo. 
• By living frugally, we've managed to pay off all nearly of our debt in a little over a year. It was a LOT of debt. School loans, medical bills, credit cards, two car loans. We're so thrilled to be just about done.

I definitely wouldn't say this has been a bad year. In fact, it really has been a good year. Steady income, loving family, debt payoff...these are good things. But I figure with all of the major life changes of 2012 coming up, we'll be glad we had an easy year in 2011.

We're ringing in the New Year at home tonight, with my little sister and her husband. We're going to make pizza (cauliflower pizza for my brother-in-law who can't have gluten) and we're going to play board games and let Fiona stay up as late as she wants. We'll have a champagne/sparkling cider toast at midnight, and we're just going to have fun and enjoy being with family. Sounds like a perfect evening to end an uneventful year.

Happy New Year's everyone!

Cauliflower Pizza Recipe

Minutes to Prepare: 15

Minutes to Cook: 20

Number of Servings: 4

Cauliflower, frozen, cooked, riced, 1 cup
Egg, fresh, 1 large
Cheddar Cheese, 1 cup, shredded
Oregano, ground, 1 tsp
Parsley, dried, 2 tsp

Rice or finely chop the cauliflower. Beat egg, add the cauliflower, and shredded cheese. Mix, then press into a greased pizza pan then sprinkle with the spices. Bake at 450 for 12 to 15 minutes. If you double the recipe cook 15 to 20 minutes.

Add desired pizza topping such as red sauce, mushrooms, green pepper, onions, cheese, etc. Bake until brown and cheese is bubbly.

Hindsight is 20/20

I'm discovering one by one, that the little things about Fiona that irk me are pretty much my own fault.

Fiona was potty trained shortly after she turned 2, but continued to wear Pull-Ups at night. Most of the advice I'd read said that kids will pretty much let you know when they're ready to be night-time potty trained, and that you should wait until there's been about a month of dry diapers in the morning before you stop using them. So we kept putting Fiona in (expensive!) Pull-Ups, waiting for her to stop peeing in them.  A year came and went, and another 6 months on top of that. Finally one night I decided I was done with it, and I just didn't put a diaper on her. Well, of course she wet the bed, and we were up at 3 am changing the sheets and her nightgown. The next night, I was ready to go back to the Pull-Up, not wanting another 3 am wake up call, but Fiona refused to wear it. And of course, she wet the bed again. But the third night? No bed wetting! And the night after that, and the night after that! Since then, she's only had 2-3 accidents over the past few months. Looking back, I realize that she was ready to be night-time potty trained ages ago, but she kept peeing in the diapers because I kept putting them on her...and that's what they're for! If only I'd realized!

One of the most frustrating things raising Fiona is how incredibly picky she is. The kid won't eat anything. I swear, she's subsisted on cheese-crisps, PB&J, cucumbers, and grapes. I've read books and articles and message boards and blogs, hoping for some answer to the picky eating, but everything pretty much points to "It's a phase". One of the things my mom said to me multiple times was, "Stop giving her so many choices." Every time I prepared meals, I would ask Fiona what she wanted to eat. I'd give her tons of options, but I didn't make her stick with any of them. If she didn't like the choices, I'd make her whatever she wanted. My thinking was, "She's so picky, I've got to get her to eat something!" We tried bribing her with dessert, but she's picky about desserts too. We tried the whole 'you're not leaving this table until you've eaten' trick, which just led to tears and stress. Finally, I read online a solution that made sense to me. You serve your picky eater the same thing everyone else is eating, and don't make a big deal about it. Don't force them to eat it, and don't draw attention to the fact that you've served them something new. Don't bargain and try to get them to just try one bite or anything like that. If they won't eat it, don't get upset, just make them a PB&J sandwich. Every meal. The idea is that eventually they'll get sick of eating the same sandwich over and over, and will try bits of food here and there. I discussed the idea with my mom and she thought it sounded good, just suggested that I make the PB&J as healthy as possible with whole wheat bread and natural peanut butter and my own homemade strawberry jam.
  Last night I put the plan into effect. I served Fiona a bowl of pork and veggie stir fry and brown rice, with no expectations of her actually eating it. I fully planned on having to make her a sandwich instead. She sat down at the table and looked in the bowl and promptly threw a fit. "THAT'S NOT WHAT I WANTED!!" *sob sob sob* I didn't react, just told her that we were having stir fry for dinner, and sat down to eat. She got up from the table crying and ran into her room. I didn't chase after her or demand that she come back. Two minutes later, she came sniffling out of her room and sat down at the table and started to eat her stir fry! John and I looked at her and then at each other incredulously. What? Seriously? After all the picky eating, she just plops down and eats a bowl of stir fry? Before last night, she wouldn't eat meat, she wouldn't eat rice, and she wouldn't eat a single veggie that was in that stir fry. I was shocked. I tried again tonight, and served her some sauteed chicken, brown rice, and corn. She didn't even object tonight! She just sat down and started eating with us! I'm flabbergasted. And again, looking back on this, of course my mom was right. I was giving her too many choices and letting her get away with eating whatever she wanted, because that was easiest. She probably would have gotten over her picky eating forever ago, or never even started with the picky eating, if I'd done this from the start!

If only I realized!

Oh well, we'll get it right with the next kid. ;)

It's that time of year again

Christmas is over, and the season of indulgence is over with it. And who's packed the pounds back on this holiday season? This girl right here. *sigh* Last year my New Year's resolution was to lose 40 lbs. I lost at least 40 pounds...maybe even closer to 60...unfortunately it was the same 10-20 lbs over and over. Gain 10, lose 15, gain 10, lose 10, gain 15, etc. My weight is a constant struggle for me. I have major issues with food, extreme and often unhealthy dieting, distorted body image. My goal this year was to get down to 160 lbs, and the lowest I got was 174. Unfortunately right now, I'm quite a lot higher than that. Boo. So I'm trying something a little different right now. No extreme yo-yo dieting at the moment. Just having a positive attitude, healthy eating , and increased activity. I've written lots of encouraging reminders on our big white board in the kitchen, and John is being very supportive, as always. I'm also not giving myself a goal weight, or resolving to lose so many pounds per week or anything like that. Just being healthier. So we'll see how that goes.

Laser Kitty!

Exactly like our cat Molly...Molly loves laser time.

Swan Princess Silliness

One of my favourite movies as a kid was The Swan Princess - an animated movie loosely based on the Swan Lake ballet. I was excited when I saw the Netflix had it available to stream instantly, and turned it on for Fiona. She seems to really love it, but I'm a bit disillusioned with it now.

Derek and Odette are told from a very young age that they're going to be married when they grow up. The years pass and each summer is spent together, and it's clear that they can't stand each other. Part of that is obviously because they're just kids, and kids squabble. They grow up, and they're being pushed together for yet another summer together...but now Derek is a strapping young man, and Odette is a gorgeous woman. Their eyes meet across the room, and suddenly they're in love. They waltz around and sing about how they love each other, and end the song with a kiss. Derek announces to the room of people creepily watching them kiss, that they are to arrange the wedding. Everybody cheers except Odette, who brings the celebrations to a crashing halt by telling Derek to hold his horses.

                      Derek: What? You're all I ever wanted,  you're beautiful!
                      Odette: Thank you. But what else?
                      Derek: What else?
                      Odette: Is beauty all that matters to you?
                      Derek: What else is there?

Oops. Now, obviously that was a dumb thing to say. No woman wants to hear that. However, in the context of this movie, Derek kind of has a point. The only thing that has changed for them is that suddenly Odette is beautiful. For the rest of the movie, Odette seems one dimensional. There is nothing more to her than her beauty and "love" for Derek. It's all a little ridiculous. It just supports the fact even more that beautiful women don't need personalities. Odette is captured by the evil sorcerer named Rothbart. He wishes to marry Odette so he can have control over her dead father's kingdom. Odette refuses, claiming she loves Derek. I can believe that she loved him, since she grew up with him, but that doesn't mean she should forgive him right away.

Eventually, Derek finds Odette in Rothbart's lair. She seems so happy to seem him that she forgets what he said to her. I'm not one to hold grudges, but I am a stickler for unresolved conflicts. It's not even mentioned, "Odette, I'm sorry. You are very beautiful but also smart, caring, blah, blah, blah." ANYTHING would have been better than nothing. Instead, it's never mentioned again.

Also, what's with the bad guys giving easy outs to their spells? Doesn't it occur to Rothbart that her "beloved" will probably come looking for her? And most likely find her? Then why on earth would he allow the enchantment to be broken by a kiss and a vow of love? Why not just kidnap her and that's that. No way out. Then in the end, Rothbart says he'll allow Odette to live if Derek defeats him. Well, that's stupid. Where's the benefit in that for Rothbart?

There are quite a few little issues I have with this movie, so clearly it doesn't hold up to adult viewing. But Fiona is enjoying it, so I guess that's what matters.

This is how I feel today

Ugggghhhh

Please note...



That is all.

War, what is it good for?

Absolutely nothing.

The song called 'War' by Edwin Starr, was written about the Vietnam War, but I think it's especially appropriate now that we've officially ended the War in Iraq.  The last of the troops were pulled out of Iraq this week after nearly 9 years. And what have we really accomplished in our time there? 4,500 Americans dead, tens of thousands of Iraqis dead, 32,000 Americans wounded and a cost of more than $800 billion. But according to U.S. Defense Secretary Leon Panetta, it was worth the price in blood and money, as it set Iraq on a path to democracy. That's interesting, considering the Iraqis hate Americans, and want nothing to do with our democracy.

"The Americans are leaving behind them a destroyed country," said Mariam Khazim of Sadr City. "The Americans did not leave modern schools or big factories behind them. Instead, they left thousands of widows and orphans."

The entire endeavour has been a mistake from the beginning. Our mission was to retaliate for the 9/11 attacks - oh wait...you say Iraq had nothing to do with that? Well then of course our mission is to find weapons of mass destruction! Oh...no WMD to be found? Obviously our mission now is to get rid of Saddam Hussein! Mission Accomplished! Let's hang around for a few more years so we can shove democracy down these people's throats (and hey, if we can profit from some oil on the side...bonus!).  And the whole time this was going on, what was happening in our own country? That's right, the economy tanked.

Personally, I've been against this war from the start. I was against many of the policies of the Bush administration. I voted for Obama, because like so many others I believed his promises of change and the feelings of hope. For the most part, I've supported his policies over the last few years. He was handed a country in turmoil that was reeling from the poor decisions of his predecessor, and I  feel like he's done the best that he could, given the circumstances. He delivered on his promise to remove the troops from Iraq by the end of this year, and while he did stop short of calling this a victory, he did say this...

"I would describe our troops as having succeeded in the mission of giving to the Iraqis their country in a way that gives them a chance for a successful future."

That statement is so disappointing to me. This war was not a success or something of which to be proud. This war was a waste of life, resources, time and money, and I'm disappointed in our President for trying to spin it as anything but a disaster.

Random Happenings

• I'm drinking coffee with Cinnamon Sugar Cookie creamer...my coffee tastes like a snickerdoodle. 
• Best quote from A Muppet Christmas Carol:

"And how would the book keepers like to be suddenly UNEMPLOYED?!"

"Heat Wave! This is my island in the sun, oi oi!" 

• Fiona is currently obsessed with The Nutcracker...we saw excerpts from the ballet last week at a show her dance school put on, and now she's dancing all over the house to the Nutcracker music, saying that the Mouse King is coming after her and that she has to throw her shoe at him, and has called herself Clara on numerous occasions. She particularly enjoys dancing in her nightgown with whichever stuffed animal is handy to act as placeholder for the Nutcracker.
• There are 9 days until Christmas and I am completely done with sending out cards and shopping. Just have to wrap presents now!
• Fiona's favourite Christmas song is Deck The Halls...the only part she knows is "Fa-la-la-la-laaa-la-la-la-laaa".  
• For the rest of the month, our cat shall henceforth be known as "Kringus". Last night, she wouldn't get out of the tree.
• A picture of the little Christmas tree we've got in Fiona's room...tree and decorations cost less that $15 at Wal-Mart! She's loved having that tree in there.

 

Foggy Day

Here's something you don't see often in Arizona.

Two spaces after a period...Why it's wrong.

Not Mrs. Lockey...Lackey...whatever.

I don't remember my 6th grade typing teacher's name...Mrs. Lockey? Mrs. Lackey? But I do remember that she had big, blonde, overly-permed hair, she always wore bright lipstick, something about her teeth and her beady eyes gave her a kind of rat-like face, and that I was amazed that she could type 75 words per minute with ridiculously long, brightly painted nails.

I didn't learn much in that typing class - my ability to type crazy fast came from chatting to friends on MSN Messenger. But, that class did teach me to keep my fingers on the home-row (asdf jkl;) and to double-space after a period. Now, 14 years later, I've learned that my beloved double-space is completely wrong. In fact, even as I type this, my thumb automatically strikes the spacebar twice and I have to go back and correct it.

When typesetting first began, it was filled with inconsistencies in spelling, grammar, and punctuation. But as typesetting became more widespread, typographers began to agree on certain conventions regarding the style and look of the typed word. One of these agreements was that each sentence should be followed by one space, not two. By the end of the 19th century, the one space rule was set in stone (or in type, as the case may be). So why then, are so many people (myself included) double-spacing more than 100 years after it was agreed not to?

Because of the manual typewriter.

It's YOUR fault, manual typewriter!

 

To accommodate that machine's shortcomings, everyone began to type wrong. And even though we no longer use typewriters, we all still type like we do. The problem with typewriters was that they used mono-spaced type - that is, every character occupied an equal amount of horizontal space. This bucked a long tradition of proportional typesetting, in which skinny characters (like i or 1) were given less space than fat ones (like W or M). Monospaced type gives you text that looks loose and uneven; there's a lot of white space between characters and words, so it's more difficult to spot the spaces between sentences immediately. Hence the adoption of the two-space rule - on a typewriter, an extra space after a sentence makes text easier to read.

I've never written on a manual typewriter, and I'd venture a guess that anyone my age or younger hasn't either. So why are we still being taught the double-space rule? Easy - because our teachers learned the double-space rule, because their teachers learned to type on manual typewriters. Essentially, it all comes down to improper instruction, and laziness. Is the single-space rule arbitrary? Yep. The same way that we type shop instead of shoppe, or phone instead of fone, or that we use ! to emphasize a sentence instead of  %. Double-spacing at the end of a sentence is just as incorrect as if I were to end this sentence like this@#  Therefore, abandon your double-spacing, all you double-spacers!

Adventures in Plumbing

About a year ago, one of Fiona's toys that she was playing with in the shower mysteriously disappeared. We assumed that she lifted the drain cover and the toy went bye-bye.  It was just a small rubber toy and it didn't block anything at the time, so we didn't give it another thought...until about a month ago when the shower started taking forever to drain.  I guess that little toy shifted and blocked the pipe.  Because the tub and the shower drain into the same pipe, the tub was slow to drain as well. 

This little jerk is
the cause of all our
plumbing problems.

We called a local plumber who came out and spent an hour snaking the drain but was unable to clear the blockage.  Thankfully he didn't charge us anything for the work that he did.  As I found out today, most plumbers will charge regardless of whether or not they're able to solve the problem. The plumber made it sound like since he wasn't able to clear the drain with the snake, that it was going to be a huge job involving jack-hammering up the tension slab base that our house is on.  Well that's an expense that we just weren't prepared for - especially since we're moving in a few months anyways.  So, for the past few weeks we've been using the shower in Fiona's bathroom. Not an end-of-the-world-crisis situation, but definitely a bit inconvenient. You don't realize how much you love your master en suite bathroom until you can't use it anymore!

Roto-Ruder.  Boo.

Finally, this weekend, John decided to see if we could find another plumber who might be able to clear the drain.  He went onto Roto-Rooter's website and set up an appointment for first thing this morning.  Well, the appointment window came and went and no Roto-Rooter. I called to find out where our plumber was, and they had no record of our appointment in the system, even though I had a confirmation number.  Well...frustrating, yes...but it's not like I took the morning off work or anything, so I didn't get too bothered about it.  They said they could send someone out within the hour. The hour came and went, and still no plumber.  After an hour and a half they called and said they were backed up and would send someone in about 3 hours.  Hm.  Ok, I was getting a little more frustrated at that point.  Having worked in a lot of customer service jobs, I can't stand poor customer service. I don't like getting jerked around and put off by companies that don't value my time. The plumber showed up around 3:00. He ran the shower for a few minutes and said, "Yep, something's clogged.  I can snake it for $178."  Sooo.  Wow.  That seemed really high to me.  $178 regardless of whether or not he could actually fix the problem. I called John and he agreed that it was much too high and to send the guy on his way.  On his way out the door, the plumber said to me, "Go ahead and try a few other plumbers. Then call us back when you actually want the job done."  Rude.

The only thing that could have made
 our plumber more awesome

I spent the next hour or so calling all the local plumbers and getting quotes.  Every plumber I called wanted to charge $100-$200/hr. Finally, I found one in the phonebook - Top Tier Plumbing - who quoted me $90 to snake the drain, and no charge if he couldn't clear the blockage. Yay!  To my surprise, he said he was just finishing up his last job of the day and would be over here in about 45 minutes.  In the end, he was here for almost 3 hours after the end of his work day, and only charged us the $90, even though he went above and beyond just snaking the drain.  He and John actually had to pull the stove out from the wall in the kitchen (the shower is on the other side of that wall) and cut into the drywall to get to the vent-pipe thingy.  He managed to shove something down into that pipe to send Fiona's lost little toy on it's merry way.  I'm so excited to be able to use our shower (and my big deep soaker tub!) again, but I'm even more excited that we found such an awesome plumber.  Chances of us needing another plumber again before we move are slim, but now I know that if anyone else needs a plumber, he's the person that I'm going to recommend. He was friendly and polite, professional and knowledgeable. He didn't just do the bare minimum like a lot of people would have, and he didn't charge us an arm and a leg like most people would have.  Excellent customer service, excellent plumbing skills, and an all around nice guy. 

Top Tier Plumbing, LLC - "Where Quality Service Matters."
Matt Kartchner - Owner
ROC265715, ROC265717
(520) 466-1200
287 W. Rio Dr. Casa Grande, AZ 85122