ELRIDA’S BAPTIST CHURCH
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:))
OH OH, THIS COULD BE SERIOUS!!
GREAT PLUMBER SHOT EH:))
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!"
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