Happy 4th of July

          Thankfully, this did not happen.  I did not blast any cute, little, old ladies out of their wheelchairs.  I had the pleasure of doing the Stonehenge firework show again this year.  It wasn't anything huge, but we did have fun.  Luckily there were people a couple of streets away doing the big ones so ours were supplemented by those.  Overall, it was great.  No one caught on fire and everybody left happy.  The rain stopped and didn't cancel the show.  Sorry this one is short.  I am tired.

 

          I hope everyone had a wonderful Independence Day!

The Blob



          This is almost an exact description of what happened. I was cooking meat for tacos and I didn't want to pour the grease into the sink where Louis was doing the dishes.  Yes, he was doing the dishes.  So I walked into the bathroom to pour it down that sink.  My whole life I have been rinsing off hamburger meat into the sink.  Louis warned me not to, but I didn't listen.  In fact I remember saying something exactly like what is in the comic.  Well, I proceeded to pour the fat down the drain and we enjoyed the tacos.  The next time we used the sink didn't go so well. It was really clogged.  We tried pouring boiling water down the drain, but it was useless.  

         

          We had to take the whole drain apart and clean it out.  I don't know if any of you have seen the movie The Blob, but it is what I thought about when we were trying to clean the drain.  It was disgusting!  Black slime was coating the inside of the pipes.  I was quite hesitant to put my fingers in them to clean them out.  I don't know how they get so dirty.  In most cases, it is just soap and water that go down the drain.  After cleaning out the pipes and putting them in boiling water, we discovered that the pipe that was connected to the wall was also full of slime and we couldn't figure out a good way to get that clean.  I suggested bringing the hose in the house and blasting it, but I think that would have ended badly and would have lead to another funny post for all of you.  We hoped that by putting the pipes back together, that it would be sufficiently clean to drain.



The handsome plumber.





         After Louis figured out how to reassemble the pipes we poured some more boiling water down the drain.  It was all to no avail.  To add insult to injury, we were now left with leaky pipes.  The whole endeavor was totally pointless and now we have to wait for our landlord try and remedy the problem. However, I did learn a few lessons: 
     1.  Do not pour grease down the bathroom sink.  It cannot handle it.
     2.  Sometimes your husband really does know what he is talking about.
     3.  I never want to be a plumber because they deal with disgusting stuff and they could be killed by the blob at any minute.

The Word was Born

 

        Ok, so this is not the most accurate telling of this story.  According to my sister Kim, she was cutting me a slice of zucchini bread and she had some difficulties.  The slice was nice and fat on top, but it got progressively thinner towards the bottom until it was only a sliver.  She handed the misshapen piece of bread to me and said, "Here's a crapslice."  I liked the word and the bread.  I continue to use the word wherever it is needed. 

         Our family is notorius for making up words.  One of my favorites was pumminitzy. (Disclaimer: I have no idea how to spell these words because we only say them and sadly they have not made it to the dictionary).  Anyway, pumminitzy.  Nick made up this little gem when he was little and to this day, we still don't have a clear idea of what it means.  Ask him.

          The next word is flooty.  Now this wonderful little word is actually functional.  It is defined as a piece of lint or some other unrecognizable thing on someone's clothing.  Let me use it in a sentence.  There is a flooty on your sweater.  Doesn't that perfectly describe that little unknown thing clinging to your clothes?  I thought this was a real word until I went to college and no one had any idea what I was talking about when I picked the flooty off of their clothes.  Try using this word sometime.  You might find that you enjoy it.

          I hate the words binky and pacie.  I am talking about what people call the pacifier they stick in their crying kid's mouth.  They are just so sissy.  Luckily, my dad served a mission to Finland and he was able to bring back their word to the states and introduce it to our family when I arrived.  We call it tootie.  That isn't nearly as dumb right?  Louis thinks we will use another word, but I will get to spend all day with the little kid.

          The next two words can be talked about together because they both basically mean the same thing.  Ningrit and DTAR.  A ningrit is someone that does something stupid.  I am not sure why we needed that word in our family because we rarely do anything dumb.  The other word is an acronym for "Dumber Than A Rock."  When Dan was little he ate a rock at least once.  We joked that he was dumber than a rock because even rocks don't eat rocks.  Thankfully, he grew out of this phase.

          Well, I hope this gave you some insight as to why my blog has a derivitive of the word crap in it.  I asked for other ideas on Facebook, but for some strange reason, everyone liked this name.