this old shack
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Posted:Jan 13, 2008 9:53 am
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2008 10:57 pm
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Hi its me your host Juan Villa with another addition of this old shack. Today we are working on IL22's shack. It's a big duplex built circa 1920 and its taken some abusive owners over the years. Todays story begins with a drip from the kitchen ceiling. Hey whats above the kitchen Juan? Well its the second floor bathroom. And what could be giving the problem? Lets see water supply for the shower, toilet and sing, waste pipes for the 2nd and 3rd floor bathrooms from both sides of the house, oh and a steam radiator system.
Gee Juan how do you know which one to choose. Hmm lets wait a few days and see if it was an toilet overflowing from the youngest member.
Hi its me Juan again and were back at this ol' shack, its been 3 days and still water is dripping from the ceiling. Lets poke the drywall replacement section of the ceiling. Oh and down it comes water logged. Well I think we can rule out the toilet over flowing.
Next we'll take apart the bathroom first by removing the sink and counter top and finally the toilet.
Now what juan? Oh this is my favorite part, pretend you are the robot from lost in space, you know the one that says danger will robinson except you want to be the evil robot the one that destroys. Then destroy bathroom wall to expose the waste stacks and water lines.
Ok we put our hands in the wall and the stacks are dry, and the other half of the house is dry but he comes gomer pyle
Surprise, suprise, suprise
The water lines pass from the wall into the cement of the bathroom floor
that means chipping them out of the cement and tiled floor by hand.
stay tuned next when we hear t he home owner say
WTF!
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the rat strikes back
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Posted:Jan 12, 2008 9:13 pm
Last Updated:Jan 13, 2008 11:23 pm
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Although it is strange I have this fear of holding rats. I have been working with them more frequently lately and thus need a co-worker to hold them while I inject them. Of course I get a lot of teasing becouse I'm the one who isn't afraid of all of the other animals. My fear is actually centered on the mice I work with. Mice unlike rats are able to turn their head like an owl and bite your fingers if you dont have a firm hold of their scruff (fur on the back of the neck). So when I hold the rats and the head moves to the side naturally my reflexes tell me that teeth are on the way which is not the case. Therefore after taking a bit of teasing my coworker reached into the cage to take out the rat and wham right in his finger went those sharp teeth. Hehehehe I couldn't help but laugh. Unfortunately he's no longer willing to hold the rats anymore either. I hope I don't run out of co-workers.
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pictures
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Posted:Jan 8, 2008 10:34 pm
Last Updated:Jan 10, 2008 4:39 pm
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Reciently I decided to find some pictures of me to put up on the site. I have lots of pictures of other people but very few of me becouse I'm taking the pictures. I always thought people who handed over their camera to have their own picture taken were a bit odd. However I think I see their point. I have relatiuvely few pictures of me having a good time withe every one else. I'll have to keep it in mind for the future.
I did find one that I put up where I am out treking in the mountian laurel.
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independant type
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Posted:Jan 7, 2008 12:37 am
Last Updated:May 13, 2024 8:43 pm
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I took my to the bus station to go back to college satuarday morning. She insisted that I buy the ticket friday night so she would have a reserved seet. I didn't think that it worked that way but anything to calm her down. (Amazingly it's now cheaper to take the 2 hour express bus one way that it is to drive.) So I get up and she's tring to stuff all the stuff she recieved for christmas into a body bag sized duffel bag. Mind you that I cant pick it up myself or ill tear open my reciend incisions. I remind her of this several times. We finally make it to the bus station and some panhandler starts giving me crap about not carying her bag. Finally he says you must be one of those independent types that makes women carry their own bags. If you know me, you know that I do try to mind my manners and be as fine a gentleman as I can be. Well that stung right to the core. He got real quiet for a second when I stopped, turned, and glared at him. Finally I broke the silence and said I cant lift the bag becouse I had surgery two weeks ago. I wanted to follow it up with a few colorful remarks to brighten my day but my manners stilled my tounge. Then he's asking my do you want me to take that for you? No she said I'm fine. He asked her about 4 more times at which time that glare appeared in her eyes and he decided to come back to me. (She has been known to throw heavy wooden chairs across the room when angered) Then he asks for money to help him out. Sorry I said I cant spare any. Then he said But I saw that you were going to put money in the meter for parking. And my reply and I need it too. What a jerk! Finally we get into the station and he leaves us alone. Then we stand in line waiting for the ticket to be issued. They want you there an hour ahead of time but there is no one at the counter for at least 10 minutes past that time. Finally we get to the counter and they issue the ticket, and the lady said next time if you buy the ticket here and not online you can save the $15 surcharge. Either way you have to wait in line to pick up your ticket. (oh theres that look in my eye again but this time at little miss you know who) Oops sorry dad. Next she said well they wont sell the ticket if there are not enough seats on the bus. Wrong! the list of rules happens to be on a kiosk behind us. First come first serve in line unless you want to upgrade to reserved seating which they failed to mention earlier. More waiting in line. In front of me is a petite young lady with a self written slogan pinned to her sweatshirt. First I want to say that I believe strongly in the freedom of expression especially when you are young and can do as you please. (It doesnt fly so well with management when you have a job) But with her round little face and her nose ring with balls on the ends she reminded me of a cartoon of a pig. I'm sure it looks good on some people but definately not her unless of course she was dating farmers. ( deliverence quote " squeel like a piggy" type farmers) The line was long and my was oh so lucky to get on the bus, third to last to board. Wow there are a lot of people going to Toleodo on a Saturday morning. I'll bet half the line had to wait for the next bus.
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Good old times
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Posted:Jan 4, 2008 11:23 pm
Last Updated:Jan 7, 2008 8:24 pm
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The reminded me of some of the fun things we used to do. When they were little they used to hug my leg and sit on one of my feet. Iused to walk arround the house with as shoes. They loved it, I thought it was a blast.
I also remember when we were renting and my decided to color the black groves in the fake panneling with colored chalk. Pink and yellow if I remember right. The problem is that the paper and paint come off of the panneling as you remove the chalk with a wet or dry rag. My solution was to color the groove back in with a sharpie marker after I cleaned out the chalk.
Or the time they took my wallet and hid it in the secret compartment of their fisher price play house. I never suspected them. I thought I had misplaced it myself.
Of course I'm just as bad I used to tell them we were going shopping (moan and groan) while we were actually on our way to Geauga lake (theme park)
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The day
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Posted:Jan 4, 2008 11:15 pm
Last Updated:Jan 7, 2008 12:52 am
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It's interesting been interesting having my home from college. First she wasn't comming home, then she decides to come home now she doesnt want to go. I'd forgotten how wild all three of the can be when they get each other riled up. They were beating each other earlier with the long paper tubes from the wrapping paper while screeming DAD. I'm tring not to get smacked in the chest and sure enough they start using me in my chair as the post between them. At least she cleaned the house, something that I really appreciate at the moment. She even went next door and had a long talk with her Grandparrents without me. I'd call her a good but she keeps smacking her 17 year old brother in the head and yelling at the top of her lungs when he chases her. He took the laundry down stairs and helped his grandmother bring in her groceries. I'd call him a good but he keeps stealing my clothes for himself. It really sucks when I want that special shirt to finish my outfit and he already borrowed it. Oh then there's the foot long knife I confiscated from his recient trip. I hid it in my filing cabinet. Two days later I checked on it and found a potato masher. And the little one well he is still my angel well most of the time.
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best resturants
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Posted:Dec 30, 2007 5:24 pm
Last Updated:Jan 7, 2008 12:51 am
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At the cheesecake factory tonight we were discussing the best resturants. Here's my picks
WeiTei in Oberlin on professor st I believe. They have a great grilled beef steak in curry sauce with sweet popato fries, chicken pad thai, or the salmon in the box are all good
Sushi Rock downtown clwvwland near the flats. I dont remember the day but I think its tuesdays that are half price
Empress taytu - downtown on st clair- getthe combination platter- scoops of lamb, lentels, beef on a huge pancake (reasonable prices)
pier 57 on the west side- a bit expensive but the view is great
The cheese cake factory looked like it had good food but I'll defer to the rest of the group
China buffet on mayfield out near 271
I'm still looking for a good indian resturant
Have a resturant you recomend then let me know.
Want to go out to eat
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Happy Birthday Mr Rarety!
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Posted:Dec 30, 2007 5:11 pm
Last Updated:Jan 2, 2008 10:05 pm
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I just stopped by the cheesecake factory to give Mr Rarety his gift. Hint it was round, with a knob shaped top. ( NO cheating James and Mel)
I put a little cover over it. Can you guess what it was?
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what to give mr rarety for his birthday
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Posted:Dec 30, 2007 3:33 am
Last Updated:Dec 30, 2007 12:28 pm
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I plan on meeting the groop tomorrow at the cheesecake factory but what to get Mr rarety for his birthday? Any suggestions to those of you who know him well?
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Holiday troubles rant
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Posted:Dec 29, 2007 8:41 pm
Last Updated:Jan 4, 2008 7:02 pm
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Before the beginning of the Christmas break I called my (blue eyes and blond hair, a real knock out) to see when she was done with her exams. She told me that she was done already and was staying with a friend. When I asked her when she wanted to be picked up from Toledo she told me that she didn't need to be. She called me a day after my surgery to announce that she would be spending time with her mother this x-mas break and would see me when my ex dropped off the boys at my house for the duration of the drop off (a whole 5 minutes). She wouldn�t even tell me what she wanted for x-mas. My and I have been very close so having not seen her but for 1 day during thanksgiving since the start of the semester was disappointing to me. She hung up the phone on me when I suggested that 5 minutes was not really worth my/her time and said that I was jealous because she spent time with her mother. She spent a whole 5 days with her mother out of a more than three week vacation. I pointed this out to her and that�s when she hung up the phone. Even better I found out that she used the emergency credit card which I gave her for buying school supplies if necessary to have $400 worth of a good time. She didn�t even call to tell me merry Christmas. My ex called to tell me that she would not be coming to see me but would be dropped off in Toledo. So they drove 4 hours to Toledo and then paid for two bus tickets for the boys. Then my called me from the Toledo bus station to tell me that she wanted to be picked up. I am not yet able to drive 2+2 hours to bring her home and she was mad at my mother for writing her an email telling her that she needed to be nicer or to at least give us a reason. So I suggested she take the bus with the boys but she didn't want to. About 2 hours later she called again to say she changed her mind. By that point I needed to leave to pick up the boys. I had to call campus security to have them let her into her room to drop off her clothes while I worked out a way to get her a taxi cab to the bus station and a bus ticket. Her mother didn't even give her a 10 spot for a cab. The next bus didn�t leave for hours so I convinced my mom to drive me to pick her up. She didn�t even say hello or give me a hug she was just sullen. I fed her and brought her home after which we finally had Christmas here. I don't know what her problem but my dad is so angry he could spit tacks as he put it. At least she gave me a hug a bedtime. Dohhh
My oldest had made plans with my ex to be picked up on a Sunday. I let her have x0-mas this year because her grandmother had asked me if we could switch the schedule so that she could treat the grandchildren to an indoor water park this year. Of course she changed her mind on Friday and wanted to pick them up on Saturday because the weather was going to be 38 degrees on Sunday. My refused to go as he had already made agreed to work on Saturday and had concert tickets for that evening which had already been paid for with his own money. So I ate the cost of a bus ticket from Cleveland to Western Michigan just to stop a big fight. He had a layover in Detroit during which someone approached him with a gold necklace for sale. He paid $80 cash for it. My youngest told me about it after which his mother smacked him lightly to shut up. She had it appraised at a jewelers for $800 and wanted my to sell it on E-bay. It was undoubtly stolen and I can�t think of a worse thing to do then to sell it on e-bay (its a good way to get charged with selling stolen property). Second in a big city like Detroit I'm surprised he didn�t end up with an $8 necklace or a life threatening beating or worse.
Dohhh !
So the boys were unhappy because they had to wait to open their gifts, grandpa and grandma are mad because they received no respect, my is mad for reasons I have no idea.
I'm the only one being rational. How can this be?
Oh and the lab emailed me last night about an emergency (lucky I checked my mail), I was supposed to come in to remove retina's from some mice that had to be taken today at some unspecified time because the boss had to leave immediately. It�s not even my work or my project. Did I mention I was up last night still trying to wrap presents?
Next year I�m going to somewhere warm and exotic like Aruba or Hawaii!
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why do women chase guys that treat them poor
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Posted:Dec 29, 2007 1:04 am
Last Updated:Dec 31, 2007 9:12 am
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I was reading mel's blog about an old BF and she asked why men treat women poorly.
I've had this conversation with my father many times. He believes that a man who is to yeilding too a woman looses her respect. ( along the lines of there is nothing more to gain in the man who has given you all ) (Kindness seldom seems to be respected as it seems to be a sign of weakness) I make the following observations.
1) When I was a the girls chased the guys who were the best a beating everyone up. The guys have this rather innocent smile when they are not drunk and angry. But their wives found out that they were finally on the recieving end of a fist. They(guys) seem to attract them(girls) like flies. The women that do stay, take the abuse with the thought that they could eventually change them. I think the guys have little fear so they are more adventurious in their conversations.
2) People, men and women alike, chase people with money. At first glance it is straight forward but I think there are many who truely believe that money will make things better. I have seen great sums of money tear my family apart. But money does not draw respect only money hungry people. The weak and money are soon parted. (Dont believe it look at the second generation of most rich people, they cant make it but they can spend it)
3) The men who seem to get the most sex are those not willing to make a commitment. Their girlfriends say either you make a commitment or I'm ending the relationship. They leave and find out that the guy is in the hot tub with another woman and wham they are back in the game. It's amazing to watch from the sidelines. (too bad I cant be so shallow)
4) I find that the men / women who do the most work are ridiculed by their mate to do more work. Sharing seems to have gone the way of talking. For example while sitting in court I had the unplesent opportunity to see a woman ask for her soon to be ex-husband to be banned from seeing the becouse he wasn't spending time with them. He was working 80s hours a week (standard wage)to make two car payments(hers and his), the house payment(hers), and support. She also asked for an increase in alimony and childsupport to which his lawyer replied there would not be enough money left for the man to eat.
5) The nice guy never wins. Go to the bar and try this. bring two male friends to a crowded bar. Have one guy be a cocky semi jerk and the other be a gentleman. See who looses.
your thoughts?
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how does one have sex on a roller coaster
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Posted:Dec 27, 2007 11:25 pm
Last Updated:Dec 31, 2007 9:13 am
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many profiles that I have viewed talk about a desire to have sex on a roller coaster. I'm curious if anyone has had sex on a roller coaster. Please tell me how you did it.
This is how I picture it. This is a total fantasy influenced by how things usually trurn out for me. Fiction- First I pay 50 bucks to the operating an old wooden coaster with a single bar for some private rides at the end of a weekday. She's wearing a skirt and I'm wearing pants. As we go up the first hill I pull off my shoe and my pants. To get together underthe bar we turn on our sides and pretend we are on animal planet. The first hill comes but I dont. I see the flash of the first hill camera as it takes our picture. As the roller coaster bounces along the side position takes it's toll of bruses on the tender flesh. Guess I should have tried to add some padding. Somewhere arround turn three my pants and my shoe go flying out but I solder on much to the discomfort of my love who notes that the soft bed feels better. As we come it to the station I'm not done and there's a mom and her waiting for one last ride. They point and their mom covers their eyes. Why don't you get a hotel room she yells. I have no pants and its clear what we are doing. What can I do but grin. I'm laughinh she is not. Ok up the hill again and I hear, aren't you done yet? It's so hard to work under pressure. Somewhere arround the end I finally release...ahh. as we exit I ask if i can get my pants and they say no its a safety issue. The gives me a towel to wrap up in as he bows. Down below one of the young ladies askes me if I want the picture for 30 more bucks, sure I say but they deleted it as it was unproper. As we are walking down the walk way my love wipes her leg and wipes it in my face just to let me know that slow ooze down the now very sore leg is very much unappreciated along with a comment about no action until the bruses go away.
Well if I were still married that is how it would have happened.
Do you have a real story then please tell!
pps check out the blog for lemondrop15484u
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