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Snow breaks/diverters pretty much only work with metal roofs. The "breaks" are not used up here, even on metal, because nobody wants 18" if ice sitting on their roof. Diverters are used above stovepipes so the sliding snow won't tear the chimney down when it slides, but that's about it.

I think I was unclear. My shingle roof is still on under my metal roof, ergo, I do not want any additional weight on the roof.
 
Oh, how wonderful! Having three boys myself, this scares me to death. Of course, it also scares me to think they may never find someone. I guess Moms just worry. My oldest (18) is at the beach today with a friend from work. His first out of town trip without me. I sent him out the door yesterday morning with smiles and reminders to have fun and be safe. As soon as I closed the door, I broke down in tears. I can't imagine handing him off to another woman. Stay strong, Cyn, if we're lucky, she will be a wonderful wife and love him almost as much as you do. She will treat him with respect, supporting him and never causing him heartache. If she doesn't, I'll help you hide the body..........

And I got just the placement for that hole... ROAD TRIP...CROSS BORDER SHOPPING with a great valued currency... <wink wink / nudge nudge>>
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Girls have no idea how important it is to be good to their boyfriends. Momma Bears don't play........

Funny story illustrating a "momma bear" attitude -

I was walking through the house and something on TV caught my attention. My youngest, then about 9, was watching one of those animal shows. It was recounting an incident where a mountain lion attacked a little girl at a swimming hole. I stopped dead in my tracks and was completely focused on the screen, imagining the horror for her mother who witnessed the attack and had only a small cooler to use as a weapon. My son was watching me intently and perplexed by my intense facial expression. "What would you do if that happened to me, Momma?" With gritted teeth, I said I would run into it full speed and body slam the cat, locking my legs around it's middle and one arm around it's neck. I would chomp down on one of it's ears so it couldn't pull me off, then I would dig my fingers into it's eyeballs and pluck them out if I possibly could. I said that cat would have a hard time eating my child if it was blind. I looked at my son and he was horrified! He had never heard me threaten anything so violent or heard me describe such a graphic plan. I think I scared him a little, while at the same time impressing him with my ferocity.
 
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