I Now Hate Sundays

My life sucked in so many ways this weekend. Yes! Yes, it did! I decided to do laundry early in the morning yesterday because I didn't do it Saturday like I usually do. I put the first load in, which is usually white clothes. While that was getting started I mopped the kitchen. I then went to finish my coffee in the TV room where David was balancing his bank statement and other Sunday shit, then vacuum the house, take my back pain meds and go lie down on the heating pad.

Well, it was nice and quiet in the bedroom, I didn't hear what was going on in the kitchen. I got up and thought I'd check on the wash to see where it was in its cycle. Yeah, Karma was standing there in the kitchen next to the sink playing in the water with her sister Fate.

There was water everywhere on my nice clean kitchen floor. The sink was full of sudsy wash water. The pipe had backed up again when the washer emptied and the kitchen sink was overflowing with it. Water was all over the counter tops and running down into the drawers and cabinets underneath. I instantly screamed for David as I grabbed instinctively for what I thought would be dry kitchen dish towels. They were sopping wet from the water that had run into the drawers. I wanted to cry.

Instead, I grabbed the clean dog towels we kept in the laundry room from off the kitchen. I threw three of them on the once cleaned floor and began sopping up water. David had the plunger out and was trying to get the water to go down in the sink. It wasn't working at all. I did not want to contend with this today. My mind was in a fucking drug induced fog as it was. I layed two large dog towels on the countertop to sop up the water and began to grab small appliances from the counter and put them on the dining room table, wiping the undersides dry as I went. Then I removed all the drawers from under the counter and emptied the wet kitchen towels, potholders, and sponges onto the now wet towels on the floor. This was all going to have to be washed anyway, why the hell not.

David was now outside, opening the drain on the side of the house. I instinctively checked the washing machine. The whole wash cycle had been completed. Everything was ready for the dryer, so I grabbed the wet clothes out of the washer and threw them into the dryer and then grabbed the wet towels and kitchen stuff from the floor and counters and threw them all into the washer to sit so I could get the mop and get the rest of the water out of my kitchen. I was not thinking of doing all this cleaning until next month. April is when I tear apart the house and do my Spring cleaning. I was not happy about doing this today.

About a few minutes later the water went down the sink with a slurping sucking sound. I was relieved to hear that. But it wasn't over yet. There was a clogged pipe and a still wet kitchen to contend with. David was snaking the main pipe under the house as I was emptying water from the drawers. Everything was waterlogged.

After I wiped down the drawers with Lysol and set them out to dry under the fan. I dragged the last of the wet towels out from under the counter cabinets and wiped them down as well. Everything that was wet then got thrown into the washer to sit until it was safe to wash them. I finished wiping down the cabinets and counter tops then I remopped the kitchen floor. Then I set up another fan to face the open cabinets and emptied drawer wells to let them dry out.

After I surveyed the now cleaned again kitchen I went outside to see what David was up to. He was still snaking the pipes under the house. Cursing under his breath. He also had a foreman working with him. There was Butterscotch, a stray four-month-old male yellow cat, that has owned us for a month now, checking out David's work, watching the metal snake clanking against the pipe rim. At one time after David had pulled the snake out of the pipe, Butterscotch had his head way down in the pipe. David gently grabbed the kitten before he fell in. Butterscotch looked up at him like he was saying, "thanks man, I almost fell in." When Butterscotch saw me he ran over to let me know what was going on.

David was shaking his head. He had nearly tried everything and was at his wits end. I had the phone with me and was almost ready to tell him that I was calling a plumber when He told me to put the phone away. He was going to Home Desperate to see if there was a bigger drain cleaning bladder. That's a little four inch long spongy looking bugger you hook onto the end on a water hose and snake it into the drain and it expands to the width of the drain pipe when you turn on the water. Then you can push the clog through to the bigger pipe and it gets washed out. Clean as a whistle

I was lying in bed with the heating pad on my back when David came home. He showed me the bladder and a few toys he bought that he just had to have in his "toy box". That man just loves to buy tools. A few minutes later the clog was gone and the early Spring cleaning was finished. I finished putting away all the clean kitchen towels and things. Everything was dry. All the laundry was finished. I took a blinding hot shower and went back to my heating pad in the bedroom and fell asleep after taking my pain meds. David never woke me up to make dinner. He let me sleep through the night. Thank you sweetie.

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Silly Sign Saturday

Lessons on Plumbing (Re-post from May 28 2010)

This is a re-post from May 2010 of one of my first blog entries.
WOW!!! Almost 43 hours without sleep. That's a new record. I haven't gone like this since Thanksgiving 2002 when I went without sleep for 37 hours. I really don't like taking anything to help me sleep because I take prescribed meds for my extremely bitchy back pain. Sleep aids just don't mix well with them. This back pain is getting worse every week and my pain meds are too weak to cut the pain now. I sure as hell won't double up on them. It just ain't gonna happen. Exhaustion will get me soon enough. I'll probably conk out before this evening, I hope.
Alright everybody, today's class will start with a little history lesson on David, my plaything/sexy beast/husband. David is a bit of a Renaissance man. He can do or build anything as long as he can find the plans for it on the web. Hell, he’s remodeled most of the house these past four years. He did the bathroom two years ago and did most of the work himself. Like the walls, ceiling, brand new sub-floor and marble tiles, fixtures, lighting, sink and toilet. The marble tiles are a feat in itself because we have a Pier-and-Beam shotgun style house. You can't put any type of rock tiles down in one of these houses because the floor will crack big time. But he did it and it looks fantastic. Then we had Re-Bath come in to change the bathtub to just a shower And replace the window with glass bricks. It's been worth every penny. He's SO proud. He just beams every time he goes in there to admire his handy work, which I have to say he did an outstanding bang-up job.

NOTE: The following all took place way before we renovated the bathroom. All names have been changed to protect the innocent. Please don't do this at home ... we are professionals.

Well, David is all well and good when it comes to working with wood and electricity. Plumbing, on the other hand, can lead to a fiasco. Like the first time he changed out the toilet’s tank rubber gasket thingy. You know, that little rubber thingy between the tank and the bowl. It keeps the water from seeping from the tank and all over the floor. Our toilet was leaking pretty bad one day and hubby/Renaissance man knew what the problem was and thought he would change it out. Hey, it’s just a gasket, nothing big, right? WRONG !!!!

He emptied the tank and took it apart and had a look at the gasket ring. Okay, let’s go to Home Desperate Depot and get a new one, shall we? One hour later he comes home with a few extra goodies and the gasket. I should never let him go to his “Toy Store” alone because things fall into his cart “by accident” and he pays for them without noticing. So he says.
Anyways, he put on the gasket thingy and tank and instead of just putting a little water into the tank to see if it leaks, he fills the damned thing. Low and behold, water is in the hallway all over the brand new wood flooring he put down only a week before. I look in the bathroom and he’s using my nice expensive towels to sop up the water!. I nearly lost it right there. But no, no. I’m holding my temper. I’m not going to be a bitch about this. Just hold your temper girl and stay away from the sharp objects in the kitchen.
He takes the tank off again and has a look at the gasket to see what happened. It’s completely ripped. He tightened the bolts too tight and it smashed the thing and ripped it. Hmmmmmm … okay it’s time to go back to Home Depot again and get another one. he comes back an hour later with more “cool tools” that he just can’t part with and the new gasket. He put the toilet back together, tightening the bolts, just a squeak. Mmmkay, that should do it. He puts a little bit of water into the tank and watches for drips. Nothing so far ... alrighty. He calls me to check his work. Why! Why does he call me to check his work? He does this to me every time he finishes a project. Is that a man thing? Wait … I know this … ummmm, is it to get recognition for a job well done? It is!! Yeah, I thought so.

Well later that night (actually early Saturday morning) I go into the bathroom, and there’s water everywhere! I call out for him to get his ass out of bed and come fix this thing. He just shuts off the water and helps me clean up the mess. He’ll take it apart in the morning. In the meantime, we are without potty privileges.
Next morning before I get up, he is tinkering with it again. Even has a new gasket and some new “toys”. I’m thinking he must be on first name basis with everyone at HD by now.
He puts the new gasket on … ALRIGHT!!!! No leaks. Coolness. Now I get to use the can. Well I do my thing and go flush…water starts gushing!!!! I’m screaming by now. I run for the phone to call the plumber. Finally, find one who will come out to us from San Marcus.

The guy pulls up in this humongous red truck. This is cool, he should have everything he needs in there to fix this. I have no worry. Hubby won’t be going to HD for more toys, he can go out to the truck and drool with envy at the plumber’s toys.
To make this looooooong story short cause it is a long one, the plumber just tweaked the bolts a bit and it never leaked again. I could have killed David! This cost us $165, not including all the "fun toys" that David bought, and all he did was tweak it!! Shit !!
Needless to say, I now have said plumber service on speed dial, which we have had to call out to the house 3 times since. For other problems, that is.
Soooooo … class what did we learn here? Yes, that’s right. Keep David away from the plumbing and go with him from now on to HD so he doesn’t buy stuff that just leaps into his basket.
Class dismissed. See you on Monday.

Canada Eh?

Wet Cat Wednesday

Tickle Me Tuesday

So many times during the day, I feel more than my age. David is a real joker because he sends me all these old people cartoons and websites just to make fun of me. Here is a taste of what I have to put up with.

 Don't forget the website that he sent me this morning.

 http://geezerplanet.com

Yeah, it's a place that old people make fun of their own kind, or is that them dang yunguns makein fun of us old folks.

Answer To Friday's Question

It's been raining for two days and nights now. I told David he needs to hurry and finish that ark before the flood starts. Then there is that nasty time change crap. Why the fuck do we need a time change anyhow? Other than that I have spent that whole morning in bed on the heating pad. Arthritic back pain is the worst.

Mkay, let's get to the answer to last Fridays question. Debra asked,

Why are you a dog person instead of a cat person?

Well Debra, I have had birds, hamsters, cats and dogs throughout my life so far and I tend to like dogs the best. I have come across different personalities in both dogs and cats. I just like dogs more because they are not indifferent to their owner like cats are. Cats don't give a shit about you. They just want you to feed them. The cats that I have had tore up my furniture and drapes. I don't really hate cats, I tolerate them and their behavior or habits.

Dogs want to play and run and have fun with you. They also have a certain unconditional love for their owner, which is quite sad because so many animals are abused at the hands of the very people they love. I also love dogs more because they can be trained to help you, such as service and/or police dogs, and they can also be trained to behave in your home without tearing things up. Dogs let you know when someone is at the front door before that person knocks and they will let you know of an intruder. I feel safer with a dog when David is gone on a fishing trip.