I am furious today. And, I don’t mean irritated, want to take a nap, go away and leave me alone type of mad. Oh, no.
I am pissed OFF and am tired of being pissed ON. i do NOT understand WHY i always have the Bad Luck! I try HARD to be NICE to people. I am YEARNING, like a HORNY teenager, to GRAB these IDIOTS by their feet and SMACK their heads on my SEWAGE covered basement CEMENT floors until they FIX THIS SHIT!
(sorry, NO pun intended)
(and, the sewage covered floor was a bit of an exaggeration. there is water and a backed up drain under my house…i like to stretch things for emphasis sometimes…shhh)
Grr…and I woke up with another migraine this morning. BAD ONE. And, the washing machine that was just given to us has a problem. We were supposed to have someone come and look at it today, to see what it needs to be fixed to get it running right. But, we had to call and cancel because of all this other SHIT that started backing up. (I will soon discuss the identity of the repairman and why he’s still my first choice for appliance repair.)
(again, no pun intended)
Every time we run water, flush a toilet, or take a shower, the water in the basement pipes back up and overflow. For instance, the drain where the washer hose is supposed to return the rinse water? Yeah, well, guess where my *ahem* waste is going? OUT THAT DRAIN AND ONTO MY BASEMENT FLOOR. I’ve already replaced all the plumbing in the house and the underground water pipe that runs from my house to the curb stop by the road. I can’t believe this SHIT!
(again, no pun intended)
Thank God for my guardian angel, my temporary roommate Robbie. He was home when all this SHIT started getting really bad. He got his work boots on and dragged his butt down to the basement with a coiled up snake we borrowed from the ‘snake handler’ from across the street. Robbie also went out to my shed and retrieved my garden hose (good thing I drained it before I stored it at the end of the autumn season).
OMG…did it stink down there!. I jumped on a chair and opened a window to let some fresh air in.
Robbie was standing in the middle of the mess pulling out pieces of paper that had built up in the pipes. He ran the hose, hooked to my hot water spout (washer hookup) into the drain and poured hot water through it. I boiled water in pans and poured that into it.
Some air bubbles escaped to the surface of the SHIT water and then stopped.
SIGH…SMH…
Then, Robbie gets out the snake we borrowed from the ‘snake handler’. He starts running that through the drain pipe, farther and farther in, when he stopped and burst out, “Oh, SHIT!”
(again, no pun intended)
The freaking wheel on the end of the snake had broken off and gotten jammed deep in the pipe.
What the hell! Now, I’m seriously considering arson and insurance pay off? I know! Extreme Makeover Home Edition! Would someone please write to them and refer me? If I had the set up at home, I would get my foster care license and rescue more kids from these horrible existences they have had to live in.
I would love a 2-story house with an attic. I want six bedrooms, three bathrooms, a fun playroom for the kids with computers and educational activities. I want a nice big washer and dryer. Even two sets of them. I would love the kids to have a circle slide that brings them from the upstairs to the downstairs.
If I had the resources, I would do so many things. But, right now, all I can do is blog about it.
This SHIT is driving me nuts.
(again, non pun intended)
Now, the ‘snake handler’ is in my basement, standing in SHIT water edumacating Robbie, who has as much of my garden hose shoved in that drain pipe as would stretch and reach in that hole.
We were shooting hot water into the pipe. The SHIT water is backing up more, all over my cement floor.
Damn, we really need get the snake’s wheel dislodged from the drain pipe. WIRE COAT HANGER! Bend it until you have it straightened out, make a hook on the end of it and bend the coat hanger into a handle to try to grab that wheel and pull it out.
The snake’s wheel never did come out, but Robbie did get clearance in the pipe after ramming that hanger in and out of that hole. He then took that snake and ran into into the pipes until only a couple feet of metal were sticking out of the drain. The snake was long enough to reach the curb stop.
When Robbie pulled the snake back out of the pipe, he found what he thought was a red dirt. Or, it could be SHIT he mentioned to add in there.
(that was definitely not a pun cuz we really are talking about real shit now)
The ‘snake handler’ was still standing there, helping Robbie with useful instructions. But, no way was he getting dirty. Poor Robbie even had his hands in that nasty water while he was ramming that snake through that drain pipe.
That’s when the ‘snake handler’ revealed that he thought the sewage pipe out by the road was broken. A few weeks ago, the city utility workers brought in a big machine of some type and dug up my front yard, between the sidewalk and the road. They had to do some work on the lines on my street, and I was not the only house they did work at.
The ‘snake handler’ thinks the drain could have gotten broken when they rammed the dirt back into my yard. They were so lazy, they left it a lumpy mess with tree roots sticking out for unsuspecting people to trip over.
Maybe a house demolition and start over from scratch? Bring TNT and bomb it straight down in a heap. Maybe a life demolition. Maybe I need to start from scratch with an entirely different mindset. I don’t know. Now, I’m just talking SHIT…
(again, no pun intended)
…and babbling to vent, so I am going back to the basement and wading through some more SHIT water, get the shop vac out, and do some clean up.
Geez, I really hate my life sometimes. I just need a little bit of good luck. Or a damn miracle.
Thank you for taking the time to listen to me vent. I’m trying to increase my rank in a couple contests. If you enjoy what you read here, or think you are someone who could help this crazy nut, take a second to vote for me at Top Mommy Blogs and Circle of Moms.
Haters are welcome too!!
P.S. I refrained from posting pictures of the mess in my basement. I didn’t want to gag someone in the middle of their meal! Time to grab a clothespin!
Is it bad that I think this is hilarious? Oh my, what a crap shoot you are dealing with right now. PUN is intended. haha. Voted for you.
Haha! Thanks, Debbie. Yes, the basement issue has been a shitty experience. I have a plumber coming in this week to snake a camera through the pipes to determine if the city is at fault. This house has been nothing but bad luck.