AUGUST 17, 2008
THE BLESSINGS JUST KEEP POURING IN..
PART II OF THE SAGA
Hello friends.. well the blessings continue to pour into my life.. literally! If you are reading this and have not read the previous blog.. then it won't make much sense to you.. so you might want to go read it first! lol...
It has been an eventful week for lockie here at Lockie Land. It has been raining again (big surprise there) off and on all week. I am really doing my part to save myself from skin cancer this summer.. it has rained so much, all of us here in Arkansas look like it is January in skin color. If you aren't careful when out in public all that white skin glare can make a person go blind!
I have several phone jacks in my house and each of them was placed there by none other than Me. Yes , some call me Sheila Vila.. Bob's little sister... hehehe.. 
I have one in the living room that has my answering machine and the dish network plugged into it. I have two in the bedroom.. one for my modem and the other for the phone in there.
There is one in Jeff's room, which he never uses, but could come in handy if the dish network connection in the living room goes on the blink, of course he has his own TV hookup in there. (no wonder he is ninteen years old and hasn't even thought of moving out yet!)
I hadn't really noticed that I wasn't getting any phone calls, until I kept getting this message thrown up on the TV screen, that if I didn't have my descrambler hooked up continuously to a phone line there would be a monthly charge added to my bill.. humm.. I wonder...
I picked up the phone and turned it on, and the static was so bad it about busted my ear drum.. well.. sigh.. the phone line has become corrupted!
Now remember I have in residence with me.. a rat which brought his own cat with him, and two dogs, one horse, and a boyfriend whom I rather fix stuff myself, than tell him it is broken. The man is just a piddler now.. takes him two days to change a light bulb!
It is raining.. it is muddy and I really could care less about the phone working.. but.. it is broken.. can't stand that .. so out I go with my little box of tools and my flashlight. Aha! one of my splices looks a little scraggly, so therein must lie my problem! I am fortunate so far that no canine or feline has noticed my exit from the house.. but it looks as though I am going to have to go and get some more stuff and well .. they spotted me.. CRAP!
Have you ever tried to work with a cat rubbing itself around your legs and if you reach for something on the ground .. it has to look to? Or have you ever tried to work on something with a cat doing this and two dogs sitting so close you can smell their breath, that want to kill the cat at any possible moment? Well lucky, me got first hand experience with this, and never let anyone tell you that all of life experiences will benefit you in the future! Because, they are full of it!
The splice was wet and the ants had attacked it. Why? I dunno.. but if it was ever going to happen to someone, it would be me of course lol
I decided to run a new line, and went to get the stuff to fix it ,and Jeff had apparently found all my little shrinky tubes that I use to cover up electrical splices with .. so this meant.. there were NONE left... CRAP!
To the hardware store I go, get my Shrinky tubes and by the time I get back, the cat has been chased by the dogs and they have torn up what I had already done so it was to be redone. Also retaining my audience in the same places as before.
All is well though, it is working now.. but the memory will linger forever!
That was in the early part of the week.. on Friday.. I went back to the feedstore and purchased two rat traps, and two more types of rat death in a box. Have you ever tried to set one of those rat traps? You would have to be The Hulk to pull that thing back and get it to stay without snapping off two fingers in the process.. so forget those things!
I went out to get my containers from my ripped places in the black stuff and the insulation already, when I pulled them out, they were empty.. but his little rat heart was still beating.. and rat teeth still gnawing, and my temper started to escalate a little bit. I filled them up again and put them in place hoping for a quick death to the little demon rodent!
Homer woke me up on Saturday morning saying.. I turned off the water.. don't know where it is but I can hear water spraying in the bathroom.. sigh
The rat from down under has done the unthinkable.. besides not die from all the poison I have pumped into him that is. He chewed a hole in one of my water pipes going into my shower stall! I mean this is some kind of Ninja rat from hell! The water pipes are what is known as Schedule 40 pipes.. this means they are extremely thick and it takes a hack saw to cut the stuff to work with it.
OMG! Probably all that poison is some kind of plot by aliens or the government to grow radioactive mutant killer rats!!
I am kidding people.. lol...
sheesh.. lighten up!
Soooo.. Homer gets under the trailer and cuts a large rectangle out of the black stuff covering the insulation and then cuts the insulation. It is my job to keep herd on the critters and turn on the water when he says to.
I turned on the water, so he can see where it is spraying from, which nets me a drowned boyfriend who crawls out of there and says.. "It ain't under the floor.. it is in the wall."
This sucks pig puddle water that is green!
So as I sit here typing this out.. I have an entire wall of sheetrock leaning up against the bedroom wall, with a fan blowing on it to dry it out.. and the wall where the gnawed up pipe has been fixed has a fan blowing on it. The holes in the floor where the pipes come through have been stuffed with SOS soap pads, and then a piece of peel and stick tile cut to fit, to keep the demon rat from entrance into the house without my knowledge, and a boyfriend asleep on the couch.
Want to take bets on who will end up putting the walls back together?
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