Ninmu Ryokai
Sep. 20th, 2004 01:09 pm[MISSION 1: OPERATION DISTRUCTION]
MISSION STATUS: IN PROGRESS
Lately, my grandparents noticed that the downstairs toilet has been leaking. so yesterday, my uncle came over to see if he could fix the seal between the pipe and the toilet. at least, that was the plan.
So... how did this end with me promising to sand the walls of the bathroom in my spare time....for the next two weeks? two words: Domino Effect.
When taking out the toilet, it was discovered that it had been leaking for a while. the floor was rotted out from under it. so that meant ripping EVERYTHING out (sink, counter, mirrors, and shelves) in order to replace the floor. "while we were at it" Jeff tore off the tile on the walls, and I have to sand it so we can paint it over. as well as tear off the remaining tile, and mud over any holes I find.
Bully for me.
[MISSION 2: OPERATION NANASHI]
MISSION STATUS: COMPLEATE
so while Jeff was pounding, tearing, thumping and just generally shaking the the walls down, me and my cousin found a stray dog.
She was a beautiful black and white husky/shepard mix, with the prettiest blue eyes ever. she came over to say hi to us after dark, and seeing her run in the yard, I begged the Grands to let her stay the night. Granny's a sucker for dogs, so that was ok. So the newly dubbed "Nanashi" and I bonded. ::sigh:: I knew we couldn't keep her forever(or even two days) so this morning, I got up and took her on the search for home. after wandering around getting yelled at by some old lady. I'm never supposed to come back(... I should know better than to let a dog on her porch)and preached at by some reverend that wasn't content with the fact that I go to *a* church (guess you can only get to heaven if you go to the Bible Holiness Church in Terre Haute. We're all screwwed).. I finaly found two different people who said that she belonged at "the brick house down the block" so I look... and no one is home. Instead of just leaving the dog and hoping for the best, I left a note on the door saying "I think I found your dog. If you're missing a black and white female.. please call blah blah blah...". so at noon, I get a call from a hopefull woman, and I returned "Cocoa" to her rightful owners. ::sigh:: I was kinda hoping I could keep her.......
MISSION STATUS: IN PROGRESS
Lately, my grandparents noticed that the downstairs toilet has been leaking. so yesterday, my uncle came over to see if he could fix the seal between the pipe and the toilet. at least, that was the plan.
So... how did this end with me promising to sand the walls of the bathroom in my spare time....for the next two weeks? two words: Domino Effect.
When taking out the toilet, it was discovered that it had been leaking for a while. the floor was rotted out from under it. so that meant ripping EVERYTHING out (sink, counter, mirrors, and shelves) in order to replace the floor. "while we were at it" Jeff tore off the tile on the walls, and I have to sand it so we can paint it over. as well as tear off the remaining tile, and mud over any holes I find.
Bully for me.
[MISSION 2: OPERATION NANASHI]
MISSION STATUS: COMPLEATE
so while Jeff was pounding, tearing, thumping and just generally shaking the the walls down, me and my cousin found a stray dog.
She was a beautiful black and white husky/shepard mix, with the prettiest blue eyes ever. she came over to say hi to us after dark, and seeing her run in the yard, I begged the Grands to let her stay the night. Granny's a sucker for dogs, so that was ok. So the newly dubbed "Nanashi" and I bonded. ::sigh:: I knew we couldn't keep her forever(or even two days) so this morning, I got up and took her on the search for home. after wandering around getting yelled at by some old lady. I'm never supposed to come back(... I should know better than to let a dog on her porch)and preached at by some reverend that wasn't content with the fact that I go to *a* church (guess you can only get to heaven if you go to the Bible Holiness Church in Terre Haute. We're all screwwed).. I finaly found two different people who said that she belonged at "the brick house down the block" so I look... and no one is home. Instead of just leaving the dog and hoping for the best, I left a note on the door saying "I think I found your dog. If you're missing a black and white female.. please call blah blah blah...". so at noon, I get a call from a hopefull woman, and I returned "Cocoa" to her rightful owners. ::sigh:: I was kinda hoping I could keep her.......