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Archive | November 2014

Quick drying cement dries really quickly

I used to live in a fairly blue collar neighborhood not too long ago. Most of my neighbors were in the trades, which was great news for me because I was pretty hopeless at most home improvement.

A barter system arose in which I was their go-to guy for computer problems and in return my neighbors would all take turns helping me limp through a bathroom renovation.

My neighbor across the street had a small drywall company and two teenage daughters who always had computer problems. He was also desperate to get NASCAR on the ‘Innernet. A deal was struck.

During halftime one afternoon he taped and mudded my entire bathroom.

I watched, slack-jawed, as he scooped the “mud” (which is the highly technical term for the goop that solidifies into a wall) into his little red bucket that he cradled in his arm, mixed it a few times, and slapped it on the wall.

Fwip-fwip-fwip-fwip

scrip-scrip

scoop

scrape-scrape-scrape

Over and over again.

Perfectly.

Every single time.

“That’s easy!” I exclaimed.

He looked at me and just smiled.

Fwip-fwip-fwip-fwip

scrip-scrip

scoop

scrape-scrape-scrape

He finished in about 15 minutes, accepted the six pack I offered, and ambled back over to his house to watch the game.

It took me fours hours to untangle the mess his daughters made of his computer.

I think he got the better end of that deal.

Eventually I finished the bathroom. Just in time to sell the house.

Fast forward a few years into the New House.

Around the time Faceman was getting ready to be born I started on a little project to put some travertine tile in the front hallway. This was not supposed to be a big deal.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

As I peeled up the baseboard I discovered some black powdery stuff on the wall. Hm. That looks disgusting. I kept going and peeled back the linoleum the previous owners had so thoughfully installed. More black stuff.

Hm.

Six bajillion dollars later our house has been gutted in response to a major mold infestation that was destroying mine and my son’s sinuses. We had microbiologist do a full check on the house and it turns out we had three major kinds of mold: the kind that smells, a kind that makes you really sick, and another kind that will kill you in your sleep.

After the crew gutted the house, it was up to me to put it back together. I got everything mostly done, except for the master bathroom- which was the source of the original toilet explosion that had flooded the downstairs with poop water.

Let me just say that once you know for certain that your house was flooded with poop water, there is no cost too high to clean that up.

These days the Faceman is 7, and we still don’t have a master bathroom. One thing led to another, and then another, and then we had another baby, and the to-dos just kept piling up, and none of them were “finish bathroom.”

A few months ago I decided I was going to try to burn the house down for insurance money, so I learned how to solder copper pipes. Unfortunately, I was unsuccessful in burning down the house, but I did get the new plumbing installed.

Just like that, we were back in business.

I decided to take a “short cut” in the whole bathroom process and buy this fancy Canadian bathroom product recommended by Holmes on Homes, because I always do what overly muscular Canuks tell me (politely) to do. I’m not going to name names, but it’s called the Schluter System. There’s the Schluter Kerdi Mat, the Schluter Kerdi Kerb, The Kerdi Kandi, and the Kerdi Karnival Kruise. All of which is designed to make it easier for me, Joe Homeowner, to install a shower without another Poop Water Explosion.

Unfortunately, I forgot there were 87 different thickness of wallboard, so the wallboard I installed adjacent to the existing wallboard was not the same thickness.

A rational person would decide at this point to go buy some board of the correct thickness and reinstall.

A liberal arts major, such as yours truly, would decide to just take some goop and try to level it out, because he saw his neighbor do that once and it worked out all right.

So after yet another trip to the Big Box store, I emerged with what appeared to be a quick-drying cement. The instructions said “Do not mix more product than can be applied in 10 minutes.”

I really, really should have reconsidered at this point. I am many things, but “speedy” is not one of them. My nickname when I was a lad waiting tables was “Death”, as in “Slow Death”.

One time a 3-toed sloth passed me on my morning run.

I do not move quickly, unless on fire. Which has happened. Twice.

Gamely, I follow the directions and mix up the entire 10 pounds of powder, which is really powdery and now I probably have cement in my lungs. Clock ticking- 10 MINUTES GO!

Lug the bucket of cement upstairs.

Run back downstairs to get my trowel.

Run back upstairs. Start applying goop to wall. Marvel at how easily it’s going on.

Run back downstairs to get my little red bucket.

Scoop goop into little red bucket. Seems like it’s getting harder. Better work faster.

Out of goop in the red bucket. Add some more from the big bucket.

The big bucket is drying out. Better add some water.

The water isn’t doing anything. It’s just make the dried out stuff thick and chunky.

OH.

NO.

BAD WORDS.

ALL THE BAD WORDS.

Quick spread the goopy chunky stuff on the wall.

OH THAT LOOKS LIKE CRAP OH BAD WORDS BAD WORDS ALL THE BAD WORDS

Maybe a wet sponge will help!

Nope.

What if I try … nope.

Box of wine it is.

Any of you folks need to get NASCAR on the ‘Innernet?


Many thanks to my neighbor for her “All the bad words” story, which partly inspired this one.

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Fear-mongering: Laundry Edition

Mrs. Nostrikethat has claimed this for years, but CBS reports that laundry is trying to kill… YOUR BABIES:

“We call them poison pods now,” said Morin. “We stick to the regular liquid detergent now. My daughter only had it in [her mouth] for a few seconds and she was impacted by it, so I can only imagine a toddler going to town on one and swallowing the entire thing.”

There you go moms, no more laundry. Think of the children.

Read the full “article” here.

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