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January 02, 2010

Several Cuss Words and a Smashed Index Finger Later...

...the Blog Princess makes an astonishing discovery:

Clogged drains are disgusting. There is only really one word that describes it.

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

Update: Clorine bleach does not dissolve clogs. But it makes a princess feel a lot better about what is lurking in the pipery.

Update II: Huh. How in the hell did *that* get in there?

Posted by Cassandra at January 2, 2010 10:33 AM

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"Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww."
Oh yeah. A few excursions into the world of clogged/slow plumbing leads a person to conclude that plumbers make a good amount of money, for a reason.

*Not gonna ask what "*that*" happens to be.
Nahgonnadewit... Not while still trying to chase "Hostess Snowballs" out of the fenced in area*

Posted by: bt_Careful-with-that-LiquidWrench-Eugene_hun at January 2, 2010 11:29 AM

It was nothing bad, bthun ;p

Just a silver and freshwater pearl earring. Cleaned up nicely with a little silver polish. I just didn't realize it had fallen into the drain, that's all.

Posted by: Cassandra at January 2, 2010 11:32 AM

Heheh... Good to hear.

I had my Peabody Labs DIY-Defibrillatorâ„¢ handy, just in case... =8^}

Posted by: bt_Careful-with-that-LiquidWrench-Eugene_hun at January 2, 2010 11:41 AM

Also, what is this "Liquid Wrench" of which you speak?

Does it heal smashed index fingers? Is it any relation to Liquid Nail?

Posted by: Cassandra at January 2, 2010 11:50 AM

Recently, a large safety pin got knocked into the sink and slid right down the drain. I mentioned this fact to my dad. He didn't seem to concerned. It's still in there...

I have long hair, a while back, the tub wasn't draining properly when I showered - I'd end up being ankle-deep by the time I was finished. It was a PITA to clean that drain up. Shortly thereafter, I found this little piece of "hardware" designed to capture the hair before it goes down the drain. I have to clean out the "trap" regularly, but that sure beats the nastiness from having it accumulate in the drain over months....

Posted by: Miss Ladybug at January 2, 2010 12:26 PM

"Also, what is this "Liquid Wrench" of which you speak?"
Ugh. I suppose I had Liquid Wrench on the brain since I think I meant to reference Liquid Plumber, the well to do, but dirty and smelly cousin of Liquid Wrench.

I've recently promised to give a large play set, one that I built approximately 20 years ago when my chillun's was iddy biddy (see iddy biddy chilluns), to a neighbor who currently has a herd of little kids.

To make moving the play set possible, without a flatbed and crane, I'm laying a good slathering of Liquid Wrench on to the carriage bolts/nuts. It will, hopefully, allow the galvanized fasteners to come apart without a great effort. These bolts hold most of the major members of the play set together.

Dang it! Rubs temples, while muttering, "Out d@^^^3d Snowballs! OUT!" Heads back to next item on list-o-projects.*

Posted by: bt_Careful-with-that-LiquidWrench-Eugene_hun at January 2, 2010 01:11 PM

I can't believe you built that, bthun! Men are marvelous creatures, there is no mistaking it.

Posted by: Cassandra at January 2, 2010 01:27 PM

Actually, it was very easy...

A little drafting paper, a straight edge and pencils. A little time spent drafting up a detailed, to scale design.

A bill of materials.

A couple of weeks of vacation in the spring time set aside to cut, drill, stain and assemble.

And the most important piece of the project: shopping for a pre-built play set, complete with price lists as motivation.

Then before you know it, Volia, a structure which can provide the kids with a little entertainment and for the old man, a two story doghouse in which he can live while occupying the SO's list. =8^}

Posted by: bt_Careful-with-that-LiquidWrench-Eugene_hun at January 2, 2010 01:56 PM

Or voila as the case may be...

Posted by: bt_Careful-with-that-LiquidWrench-Eugene_hun at January 2, 2010 02:00 PM

Or even, "viola" :p

Posted by: The older the violin... at January 2, 2010 02:27 PM

Oh! So cute!

I hadn't looked at the photo yet. Thanks so much for sharing. I love photos.

Posted by: Cassandra at January 2, 2010 02:28 PM

Your chilluns were lucky. All mine has ever gotten out of me is a teepee. :)

Posted by: Grim at January 2, 2010 03:28 PM

Back when I lived in "Apartment 666" the sink backed up with spectacular results, thanks to a brillo pad with a lasagna chaser the next-door-neighbor put down the disposal. I don't think the scrubber was supposed to have been ingested, but the plumber was impressed.

I have never bailed water (and lasagna) so fast. Thanks be to G-d that the back door was only a few steps from the sink. And the idiots never heard me screaming "Stop! Turn it off!! Stop!"

Posted by: LittleRed1 at January 2, 2010 03:49 PM

I seem to recall that Grim Jr. received a Red Rider. So a teepee is context appropriate.

And besides, little boys need to build their own forts. Dad, in most cases, will supply materials, the tools, a bit of advice and/or supervision when requested, but mostly, dad just stays out of the way when fort construction begins.

This is a sacred tradition, much like the art of properly enunciating HELLO NURSE!, or knowing when to hold me, when to fold em, or learning the digital dexterity and correct amount of firmness/pressure applied in the Masonic hand-shake, passed unbroken, from father to son, since the time of Eber and Eremon, of the Milesians, who allied with the Picts to repel the wild and crazy Britons. Or something along those lines. =;^}

Rites of passage stuff...

Posted by: bthun at January 2, 2010 03:52 PM

It didn't mutate?

What a relief.

Posted by: Cricket at January 2, 2010 08:04 PM

Government quarters can also be referred to as Satan's Condos. Especially when one has the common drain to the kitchen.

DPW only comes out right away if you are a day care provider; otherwise, if it is your own children, three days.

All of a sudden, I became a day care provider, courtesy of the girl on the other end of the phone.

Amazing. My career lasted two hours.

Posted by: Cricket at January 2, 2010 08:09 PM

Bthun,
the set is amazing!!!! and you build it yourself!!!! Triple amazing!!!
Cassandra,
I have very long hair and when I see that the water drainage becomes sluggish, I use a special liquid (need to get home to get you the name) that I pour into the tub drain, cover the drain with a specially designated bowl (not metal and not aluminum foil) for the night, and in the morning the drain is like new :o) and no smashed fingers...

Posted by: olga at January 2, 2010 09:10 PM

I probably need that, olga :p

Posted by: Cassandra at January 2, 2010 09:37 PM

So do I.

Posted by: Little Miss Attila at January 3, 2010 12:09 AM

Clorine bleach does not dissolve clogs.

It works fabulously at removing those annoying whorls and ridges from your fingertips, though. It took from July to October of 2003 before mine grew back to the point where the print-reader allowed me solo access to the security vault back at the armory...

...what is this "Liquid Wench" of which you speak?

Cleaning-Lady-In-A-Bottle?

Posted by: BillT at January 3, 2010 12:32 AM

BillT, what on earth were you doing with chlorine bleach that you had your fingers exposed long enough to lose your prints?

Posted by: Miss Ladybug at January 3, 2010 01:15 AM

Cleaning the hummingbird feeders, probably.

Posted by: BillT at January 3, 2010 01:57 AM

Good ol' bt....hun, ol' shipmate, ol' pal, all that

"Actually, it was very easy...

A little drafting paper, a straight edge and pencils. A little time spent drafting up a detailed, to scale design.

A bill of materials.

A couple of weeks of vacation in the spring time set aside to cut, drill, stain and assemble."

Was somewhat reminiscent of GQ and being in Repair 5, or at least "underway" on the USS Buttercup.

Auuughhhhh. I did the Buttercup on Treasure Island (surely a sadistic, psychopathic Naval Officer named the place), standing shoulder deep in a compartment with a ruptured fire main (San Francisco Bay water rapidly entering through breached pipe), and trying to build shoring to prevent a bulkhead from collapsing. The only thing missing was fire, and we got that separately.

Possibly you could engage some technically adept, strapping young lads (and/or lassies) to assist in the disassembly and reassembly of your structural marvel, for a fee, while under your direct supervision and tutelage. Mayhaps also you could be multi-tasking and partaking of an adult beverage of the ale family, as all that work often "works up a sweat." Maybe two or three even....

Happy New Year Shipmate.

And to all others who read this, may your new year bring you wealth in all aspects - mental, physical, spirtual, familial....may your Deity heap blesssings upon you and watch over your loved ones.

And a special prayer for our hostess with the mostess and her unit. May the time fly and all be well for you during this time of trial.

My bride is about to go thru it, and she has nothing but dread. She will come around....it will just take a while, because when she was young she was married to a Navy enlisted animal and learned of separation. Now that she is married to an Army officer, she will put those lessons learned long ago to use. By the way, she has only been married one time. And it has always been to me.

Orders on the dining room table say 15 Jan, but not leaving till April. C'est la guerre. C'est la vie.

Posted by: kbob in Katy at January 3, 2010 10:55 AM

My bride is about to go thru it, and she has nothing but dread.

My prayers will be with her, and you.

Posted by: Cassandra at January 3, 2010 11:39 AM

Monsieur Kbob!

"Possibly you could engage some technically adept, strapping young lads (and/or lassies) to assist in the disassembly and reassembly of your structural marvel,..."
That I slathered the fasteners with Liquid WRench --closes eyes, peers at the gate of the Oinks Only corral, it's secure, for the moment...-- was only to minimize the time and effort spent disassembling the play set.

A screwed up spinal cord, even one retrofitted with a titanium superstructure, puts the kibosh on doing any heavy lifting.

The You want it? You move it part is covered in the IT'S FREE! terms and conditions documentation.

Now, how much would you pay?! But wait! There's more...

The recipient has to disassemble and move the freebie while leaving nothing behind. Nor shall the party of the second part do any damage to the property of the party of the first part preparing for, during, or after the move, without restoring damaged property to its pre-move condition... etc., etc., etc.

The no good deed goes unpunished beast has gnawed on my southern hemisphere one too many times.

As always Kbob, vaya con Dios. Or if you're not so inclined, at least Vaya Con Armamentos Pesados. Preferably both old friend.

Posted by: bt_El-Portero-de-Cerdo_hun at January 3, 2010 01:01 PM

bt old shipmate hun, next time I go to Daytona, I will take a day extra to cruise thru your ville, and do the fist bump, or whatever passes for a greeting that long time, long lost friends use.

In re: your post, still supervision will be required, and of course, refreshment/lubrication is mandatory when supervising such strenuous physical activities. Please restrict yourself to 12 oz aluminum curls. A straw is optional, especially if you go for mint julep route.

I shall be well armed and well protected. I will, however, live by the credo of sailors of yore: 'no quarter asked, no quarter given.' My team will all come home together and in one piece.

Remember too what Spartan women told their men (and sons): With your shield, or on it.

The litter box will certainly test us, especially where rumor has us going.

Posted by: Pepe LePew at January 4, 2010 07:55 PM

i forgot that name changes are not automatic....

oops.

Posted by: kbob in katy at January 4, 2010 08:02 PM

Noticed another soul had dealt with BUTTERCUP on Treasure Island (SFRAN). I worked there for a week, prior to transfer to RM-A school in SDIEGO. Aside from the theatrics of trying to save a sinking ship (she was hinged on one side), the fire which we managed to extinguish, was constantly restarted by a very large Boatswain's Mate, standing atop 'the box', with a 12 lb. sledgehammer, providing "realistic battle sounds", by slamming it onto the deck at his feet (which of course, was OUR "overhead" (ceiling to you landlubbers). I smelled like I'd come out of a fuel-oil plant by the time I extricated myself from the BM's greasy mitt, and found a new job. Tom D. in Denver (former RMC USN)

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