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Anyone remember Josh's flooded house?
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You're a braver man than I.
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Munk- -sorry to hear it. You did the right thing getting the carpet and pad out of there. Bleach water will kill any E. coli. I'd definitely try the snake first before you pull the toilet, and please watch your back if you decide to pull the toilet off--those things are heavy and awkward.
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Probably about what it costs from Urban Sacramento. But I just charge it to my landlord. We haven't owned a house since the 60's. I got tired of constantly remodeling and doing home maintenance. Have rented ever since and let the owner worry about the problems.munk said:
However, I am having one built again now, but since everything will be new, I will probably be dead before anything goes wrong that doesn't have a warrantee.
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Ahhh Munk.
I can't tell you how many times that little play was encored in my house growing up.
It was actually the city's fault, but thats beside the point.
It was my father's special touches that made those times memorable.
Usually, he'd start out by destroying any clothing or personal items anyone had within reach of the toilet and or access tube in the backyard.
Then he'd start with the hate-filled obscenities towards my mother.
It was the toilet that almost always started that all-too familiar slide towards hate and violence in our house.
Toilet backs up - dad has to do physical labor (unpleasant, obviously) - dad begins horrendous verbal onslaught against my mother until it gets to the physical stage and I have to step in (My first time was twelve - i remember it like it was yesterday. i hit him in the back with a 5 iron to get him off of her.
Man , that 5 iron must have hurt cause it stopped that fight FAST. I should have held on to it.)
Anyway, I cant remember a time when our toilets had problems when it wasn't followed by a horrible fight and maybe a visit by the police if one of my sisters got too scared.
Just reading your story made my heart start pounding, Munk. but yours had a happy ending. At least, to me it was a happy ending.
I can't tell you how many times that little play was encored in my house growing up.
It was actually the city's fault, but thats beside the point.
It was my father's special touches that made those times memorable.
Usually, he'd start out by destroying any clothing or personal items anyone had within reach of the toilet and or access tube in the backyard.
Then he'd start with the hate-filled obscenities towards my mother.
It was the toilet that almost always started that all-too familiar slide towards hate and violence in our house.
Toilet backs up - dad has to do physical labor (unpleasant, obviously) - dad begins horrendous verbal onslaught against my mother until it gets to the physical stage and I have to step in (My first time was twelve - i remember it like it was yesterday. i hit him in the back with a 5 iron to get him off of her.
Man , that 5 iron must have hurt cause it stopped that fight FAST. I should have held on to it.)
Anyway, I cant remember a time when our toilets had problems when it wasn't followed by a horrible fight and maybe a visit by the police if one of my sisters got too scared.
Just reading your story made my heart start pounding, Munk. but yours had a happy ending. At least, to me it was a happy ending.
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munk said:
Now that's a byline. Thanks for the smile, munk.
Life is suffering. It's also joy. Think of how much you really have, then laugh. Broken toitys are easy to fix. I'd help you if I could.
Umm. Tiling a hallway... Me no know how. I'd have to pay for.
You do have a way with words. I got a perfect picture in my mind of the frozen, wet carpet "sculpture" in the yard.
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Munk,
Maybe you could trade your kid for this one:
MASSILLON, Ohio - Nine-year-old Joey Sinay is so interested in how toilets work that he wrote a letter to a toilet maker asking if they would produce a clear commode.
"He thought it would be neat to have a clear toilet in his house, so he can see how it works," said Joey's father, Nick Sinay.
The letter to Kohler, a Wisconsin-based plumbing product company, sent last year when Joey was 8, caught the company's attention.
"It's pretty unusual to get a letter like that from an 8-year-old," said John Bashaw, the company's custom service director.
A clear toilet wasn't doable. But officials at Kohler wrote back twice. "We were so impressed by the fact that he took the time to write us a letter," Bashaw said.
In December, the little plumber from Massillon got a present from Kohler a state-of-the-art bulk flush toilet.
Joey, who keeps a toolbox under his bed, was nearly speechless. A local plumber agreed to help the boy install his dream gift.
"When we built our home, we would come over a lot when they were building it, and he followed the plumber around. He would just watch," said Michelle Sinay, Joey's mother.
With Dennis Potter of Ohio Spa & Parts taking the lead, Joey helped remove the old upstairs bathroom toilet and install the new one.
Potter taught the youngster how to install a toilet. He gave him tips and quizzed him on the many functions. By the end, Joey was working on it by himself.
Among his duties, Joey disconnected and carried out the old toilet tank. He unwrapped the new toilet seat, screwed it onto the bowl and discarded the product sticker.
Joey, smiling the entire time, was eager to learn from a real life plumber.
"Plumbers are guardians of the nation's health because they take care of everything," Potter told his apprentice.
For Joey, it wasn't all that deep.
"It was just fun to put it together," he said.
Maybe you could trade your kid for this one:
MASSILLON, Ohio - Nine-year-old Joey Sinay is so interested in how toilets work that he wrote a letter to a toilet maker asking if they would produce a clear commode.
"He thought it would be neat to have a clear toilet in his house, so he can see how it works," said Joey's father, Nick Sinay.
The letter to Kohler, a Wisconsin-based plumbing product company, sent last year when Joey was 8, caught the company's attention.
"It's pretty unusual to get a letter like that from an 8-year-old," said John Bashaw, the company's custom service director.
A clear toilet wasn't doable. But officials at Kohler wrote back twice. "We were so impressed by the fact that he took the time to write us a letter," Bashaw said.
In December, the little plumber from Massillon got a present from Kohler a state-of-the-art bulk flush toilet.
Joey, who keeps a toolbox under his bed, was nearly speechless. A local plumber agreed to help the boy install his dream gift.
"When we built our home, we would come over a lot when they were building it, and he followed the plumber around. He would just watch," said Michelle Sinay, Joey's mother.
With Dennis Potter of Ohio Spa & Parts taking the lead, Joey helped remove the old upstairs bathroom toilet and install the new one.
Potter taught the youngster how to install a toilet. He gave him tips and quizzed him on the many functions. By the end, Joey was working on it by himself.
Among his duties, Joey disconnected and carried out the old toilet tank. He unwrapped the new toilet seat, screwed it onto the bowl and discarded the product sticker.
Joey, smiling the entire time, was eager to learn from a real life plumber.
"Plumbers are guardians of the nation's health because they take care of everything," Potter told his apprentice.
For Joey, it wasn't all that deep.
"It was just fun to put it together," he said.
The snake didn't work.
I called the plumber. He wants money. He needs money. His town needs money. His wife wants money. The candy on the shelf at the drugstore isn't big enough.
Edit- forgot to say, Yvsa, Rusty, Josh: I can count on you guys. There has to be something in Life that counts.
munk
I called the plumber. He wants money. He needs money. His town needs money. His wife wants money. The candy on the shelf at the drugstore isn't big enough.
Edit- forgot to say, Yvsa, Rusty, Josh: I can count on you guys. There has to be something in Life that counts.
munk
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Eh, munk's ok 
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Pan Tau said:Interesting stories...
I see an adventurous life ahead - as I will be a father in may if everything goes well
Andreas
Congrats! I, too, am taking careful notes as my son is 5 months old at the moment, and not mobile enough to cause havoc ... yet. :footinmou
We've already had the overrunning toilet drama:
Last year the upstairs master bathroom toilet overflowed (just water, thank God) out into the bathroom and into the walk-in closet and through the floor into the downstairs living room ceiling.
$1,200 dollars of carpet/pad ripping-up, fans and industrial de-humidifiers later, I got to patch up drilled holes in the walls, and replace a 2'x4' section of ceiling drywall.
And THAT is why I didn't buy so many khukuris last year.
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One of the worst house flooding stories I heard about was a family in the Chicago area. They left on a two week vacation, and a water pipe coming through the side of the house froze and ruptured. Sprayed water all over their living room for the whole time they were gone.
I told this when it happened last year, but;
My 'artist' Uncle, alone and living in Kansas City, Mo, died in the shower. (or bath? I'll have to ask mom which) He lay there and the water flowed. It flowed past his body and onto the floor. It flowed through the ceiling to the downstairs it did pour. It pooled there by boxes of first edition books, and took three days before the Police took first looks. There was mold in the halls, and mold on the walls, and if you really want the truth, on Uncle Ray's balls.
Uncle Ray never took the chance for an art showing in NY, went back to his mother in KC, worked for Hallmark, and died in the shower of misc drugs and who knows?
His art was thrown out by his sister or left on the walls for the new owners, who'd got a 7 thousand dollar rebate because of the mold. I have some of his art here at home, as do my mother and sister. His manuscripts are collected in a box. He once published a story for Playboy, "A Guide to the Married Man" or some such honeymoon frolic. He was never serious about words, but deadly serious about painting, and could not, or would not, do it.
And some people thought I had trouble just because of a little poop water in the carpet.
munk
My 'artist' Uncle, alone and living in Kansas City, Mo, died in the shower. (or bath? I'll have to ask mom which) He lay there and the water flowed. It flowed past his body and onto the floor. It flowed through the ceiling to the downstairs it did pour. It pooled there by boxes of first edition books, and took three days before the Police took first looks. There was mold in the halls, and mold on the walls, and if you really want the truth, on Uncle Ray's balls.
Uncle Ray never took the chance for an art showing in NY, went back to his mother in KC, worked for Hallmark, and died in the shower of misc drugs and who knows?
His art was thrown out by his sister or left on the walls for the new owners, who'd got a 7 thousand dollar rebate because of the mold. I have some of his art here at home, as do my mother and sister. His manuscripts are collected in a box. He once published a story for Playboy, "A Guide to the Married Man" or some such honeymoon frolic. He was never serious about words, but deadly serious about painting, and could not, or would not, do it.
And some people thought I had trouble just because of a little poop water in the carpet.
munk