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Today I overcame one of my fears and man does it feel good.  I've always been afraid of getting on the roof. A year or so ago, we had some roof damage from strong winds.  I tried to get up there myself, but I was in work boots and was slipping around so much that I quickly scurried back onto the ladder.  My father-in-law had to come fix the shingles for me while I stood on the ground watching.  That was a horrible feeling for me.  I mean, if this 50 year old man can do it, why can't I?  I felt like a sissy.

We had some storms come through earlier in the week and inflict some damage to a few shingles. Crap, what do I do?  Should I call my father-in-law to come help? Hell no, this time I decide to just "man up" and do it.  I wore sneakers which made the experience so much better.  I was able to walk around on my 6/12 pitch roof without much trouble.  Coming down the roof slope was the worst part of the whole thing.  30 minutes later, and I had managed to patch up 5 shingles and a vent pipe seal.  Sweet!  Just like that, it was over and I am triumphant.