Tell us something.: I'm a New York native who gradually slid west and landed in the Phoenix area. I like riding on the back seat of a tandem bicycle. I like dogs and have three of them. I am a sometime actor and an all the time teacher, husband, and dad.
Man, I wish I worked in Kim's hardware store. Then not only would that cutie-pie call me babycakes, but I could ponder on the fact that she actually knows what to do with a wax ring, and she's a smartass! That's my kind of woman!
Martin, you're right. A wax ring is a kind of waterproof washer. A giant one that's used as a gasket when a toilet is attached to the floor. Next time you're installing a new toilet, contact Kim for advice.
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Tell us something.: I'm a New York native who gradually slid west and landed in the Phoenix area. I like riding on the back seat of a tandem bicycle. I like dogs and have three of them. I am a sometime actor and an all the time teacher, husband, and dad.
I almost forgot: I think it's cute when a waitress (waitperoffspring, or how about waitbeing) or clerk (female) calls me "hon". And I much prefer to be addressed as "dude" rather than "sir" by young men. But I can see where some might take offense.
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On 2002-11-04 06:31, jim_mc wrote:
I could ponder on the fact that she actually knows what to do with a wax ring,
We just re-did our bathroom. Formally it was painted lime sherbet green and had dark emerald green carpeting. I especially found the carpet revolting. So a few weeks ago I just reached down and tore out the carpet. Then we painted it a nice cream color and laid vinyl flooring, which required removing the toilet.
Tell us something.: I used to play pipes about 20 years ago and suddenly abducted by aliens. Not sure why... but it's 2022 and I'm mysteriously baack...
First rule of home ownership in one bathroom homes: utility dept.
ALWAYS have one or two of those around (wax rings). They're cheap and last forever and on the sad day you have to pull the bowl to get the sock or the truck out of the inside, you can put the thing back on and get back to normal life.
On 2002-11-04 06:31, jim_mc wrote:
Martin, you're right. A wax ring is a kind of waterproof washer. A giant one that's used as a gasket when a toilet is attached to the floor. Next time you're installing a new toilet, contact Kim for advice.
If one used that for the beeswax mouthpiece on a Didgeridoo, would it be a didgeri-doo-doo?
Music and songs were part of a cowboy's life. It is said that a trail boss would never pick a fellow that could not sing or whistle.
"Waitress"? Did I hear someone say "waitress"? Hey guys...here in PC Santa Cruz, you could get LYNCHED for that! They're "WAITS!" (no, I'm not kidding)...or, in some places (typically classier places, with some sense of just how absurd calling someone a "wait" is) "Servers" (when I see that, it always makes me wonder if I should offer a tip to my ISP).
On 2002-11-03 17:35, Redwolf wrote:
You know, the more I think about it, the happier I am that I don't play the mandolin. Can you imagine trying to rename THAT???
Redwolf
How about "short bouzouki". 'Scuse me, that's VERTICALLY CHALLENGED bouzouki!
I'm enjoying this thread quite a lot and thought I'd weigh in.
I don't admit this to everyone, but I grew up in the Deep South--north Alabama--and still have family there. Going back for a visit is like time-traveling back about 20 years. My folks are still struggling to get used to using a word other than "colored" for um, people of color. I am routinely called "sugar" by elders or strangers, which I take without offense to mean "you, to whom I wish to be friendly, whose name I don't know or can't recall at the moment."
An interesting place, with some of the best and worst people on the planet--people who will fiercely defend you and share their last bowl of grits to people who will lie politely to your face and evicerate you behind your back (a neat trick, anatomically speaking).
All this reminds me of the line in the old book <i>The Virginian</i>, spoken by Our Hero when an acquaintance greeted him with a vulgarism: "Smile when you say that, partner."
I lived in the South (North Carolina) for 10 years, before returning to California, and sometimes I miss it sorely. I never minded being called "sugar" or "hon," and the sound of a tidewater accent can take me straight back to some very happy times.
Tell us something.: I'm a New York native who gradually slid west and landed in the Phoenix area. I like riding on the back seat of a tandem bicycle. I like dogs and have three of them. I am a sometime actor and an all the time teacher, husband, and dad.
I have to revive this thread to tell all you cutie-pies that I had need of a wax ring this week. 'Enders knew what he was talking about. Luckily we have 3 toilets in the house, so it wasn't so urgent. The only bad part is that somehow I took a huge gouge out of my index finger while re-seating the damn thing and now I'm having a hard time both typing and playing the whistle with the bandage. Kids.