Wednesday, December 08, 2010

‘OH OH’……. IT WAS DAY 4 OF R & R (rest & relaxation)



Oh no, it turned out to be day 4 of basically sitting around doing nothing.  This has got to be a ‘doing nothing record’ for me &   Kelly had to keep the bathroom door locked or by the end of the day I would have gone right in there & flushed myself down for sure!!


Kelly is in the process of finishing up the next book I am going to read, ‘Log Of An Arizona Trailblazer.’  This was another read suggested by Eve over at the GRAPEVINE CANYON RANCH.  The book deals with more of this areas historical facts & is made up of short stories.  Nothing too complicated for AL anymore you know.  I follow the KISS rule these days….'Keep It Simple Stupid.’


Re-caulking jobs have never been one of my favorite things to do.  Seems I can never get the goop out of the tube & if I do it gets on everything it’s not supposed to get on, including me.  So, it was with great trepidation that I loaded one of those silicon tube things into the metal Mossmagator squeezer thing & headed into the bathroom to do battle with the caulking around the tub & shower walls.  Decided I had better fire off a test shot of goop first before entering the tub because usually getting the stuff out of the tube is the first of my many re-caulking problems. 


Tried squeezing out a burst of juice & of course nothing happened, & yes I had dutifully snipped the end off.  Tried again & again with increasing grunts of frustration & pressure on the squeezy thing.  Seconds before dashing the whole apparatus into the floor I noticed some stamped writing on the top of the tube that suggested an expiry date.  Yep, that’s what it was alright.  Tube was good up till May of 2004.  It was all dried out & probably hard enough to derail a freight train!!!! %^**(#)


Undaunted, I flew right back into our ‘junk drawer’ where I knew lurked another tube of squeezy stuff.  Only this squeezy stuff didn’t require the metal applicator & the tube felt soft to the touch so I knew this time it wasn’t all cemented up inside.  Lopped a bit off the tip,  confidently climbed my self right into the tiny tub & attempted to squeeze me out a burst along the seam.  Nothing!!!!  I had not lopped off enough of the plastic tip….but now I had a second problem.  I couldn’t extricate myself from the tub.  No, I wasn’t wedged, I just couldn’t configure myself into a reverse motion.  Kelly heard some grunts, some shuffling around & some blue words.  I heard, “here, take my hand.”  “NO,” came my answer.  If a man gets himself in a jam all by himself he’s gotta get out of it all by himself too, right??   Geeeezzz, I’m not that old yet am I.  This was the first time I had ever got myself into a configuration I couldn’t seem to get out of but eventually I was able to get myself draped unceremoniously out over the lip of the tub in a head down position.  With the aid of the sink & toilet, (not necessarily in that order) pulled myself up onto my feet again.  It wasn’t pretty!!


Well, to make a long story short, I lopped off another chunk from the end of the goop tube & handed it to Kelly.  Without further ado she set to the task of re-caulking the tub & ended up doing a mighty fine job of it too.  And, I might add, a far better job than I would have done with my impatient tendencies.  In my world it is always better to send in a good woman to do an impatient man’s job anytime….. if you want the job done right that is……….10-4:))  



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JB answers a question that popped up in the comment section of yesterday’s blog in which Rick wondered what the difference was between a Cowman & a Cowboy.   JB says,  ‘For Rick I think the difference is a "cowman" is what we would call a rancher and a "cowboy" is usually a hired hand working another mans stock. But as we get older it is better to be a cowboy than a cowgeezer.’   Or, you may prefer JERRY’S take on the difference in which he says, “I think the difference between "cowman" and "cowboy" is the difference between committed and being involved. In a breakfast of ham and eggs, the chicken was "involved," the pig was "committed!"


Several people have expressed an interest in the blog I had originally planned to post on my 1,000 posts day & didn’t.  I will post that blog in it’s entirety shortly.


GROANER’S CORNER:((  Earl was passing by Bubba's hay shed one day when through a gap in the door he sees Bubba doing a slow and sensual striptease in front of his old red Massey Ferguson.

Buttocks clenched, he performs a slow pirouette and gently slides off first to the right, then to the left.  He then hunches his shoulders forward and in a classic striptease move, lets his braces fall down from his shoulders to dangle by his hips over his corduroy trousers.

Grabbing both sides of his checked shirt, he rips it apart to reveal his tea stained vest underneath and with a final flourish he hurls his cap on to a pile of hay.

"What on earth are you doing, Bubba?" says Earl.

"Jeez Earl, ye frightened the livin bejasus out of me!" says an obviously embarrassed Bubba. "But me and the Missus been having some trouble lately in the bedroom department and the therapist suggested I do something sexy to a tractor!"

Tourists see the world, travelers experience it.

The only thing better than right now will someday be the memories of right now......AL.


  1. I know exactly what you mean about those long tubes of silicone. I never end up using a whole tube whether it's a small one or a big one and it ends up going rock hard for next time I want some.

    Good thing Kelly took over for you or you may not have been able to blog tonight with your fingers all stuck together!!

    As for your 1,000 posts blog I'll be looking forward with great anticipation and I've already made sure there's a nice clean blanket for you in the 'bear pit'!!

  2. My husband always did such a crappy job with caulking that I started doing it myself. Remember the old window panes with putty to hold the panes? You cant imagine how he could bungle that job. I think you guys do it on purpose because you know we ladies will take over and do a beautiful job of it.

    The groaner was too funny.

    I also wondered about the post that wasn't, but I would suggest you not post it, especially since Rick is already talking about a "bear pit".

  3. The final option for the tub was probably the best one! I seem to remember doing that same thing on my last rig without any problems exticating myself. You'll notice female plumbers don't have that disgusting 'crack'! :)

    Ugh for the groaner tonight...

  4. I may never be able to caulk anything again due to bursting into laughter thinking about your description of your efforts.

    On reflection, I must also congratulate you on a fine adaptation of the Mark Twain story of Tom Sawyer getting his fence whitewashed by volunteers.

  5. I'm not sure what Gypsy meant, but I was just responding to your mentioning the "Bear Pit" first in your December 3rd post about your 1,000 blog:

    "I have managed to keep myself out of the ‘Bear Pit’ lately so figured I’d just play it safe & stick with the light & fluffy stuff…… for awhile longer:))"

    I'm with all the others who'd be very interested in reading your thoughts and opinions - as always!!

  6. alrighty..glad you made it out of your predicament!..and as for husband, Doug?..he hates it too..there is always lots of cuss words when the caulking is necessary!!..sort of like you Al..thanks for the laugh!!..nice to see I am not the only wife who needs to do some jobs just cause it is easier that way!!..have a great day..can't wait to read your original 1000th post!

  7. I am too anxiously awaiting your code 1000, I don't think you have to worry about the Pit. Tell Kelly that Donna is the caulker in our family too. Be safe out there. Sam * Donna..

  8. We have solved the caulking problem -- we just don't do it, usually! It's my job, it's always a mess (and so am I) when it's done. Never have been stuck in a shower, but I always have to be dragged out from under a sink!

    Love your pictures of old wood! The textures and colors and grain of ancient wood have always intrigued me. Your shots are great. We may have to steal one of two of those and put them in our screensaver file!

    Nearly fell off my chair with the groaner. You hit me right all the way today.

  9. When it comes to contorting into tiny spaces, it's best to let a woman do it everytime....However, Kelly could have sold tickets at the door to anyone who wanted a smile..Problem with that is that the only takers would have been your furry spectators...!

  10. For the tiny spaces I figure the cats are best adapted....still trying to train them to spread the caulking however...