Tail of the poop that wouldn't flush

** Warning, what you are about to read is graphic. However I feel the tail must be told. Read on at your own amusement, awe, and shock. Be sure to click LOL at the end. **
P.S. No animals were harmed in the typing of this story. However Dan's eyes did water for a bit.


So on Saturday night after everyone went home from a fabulous Thanksgiving Feast, I needed to use the Restroom. It's a usual occurrence for pretty much everyone.  I used the room downstairs, because, well... that's where I was at.  I did my business and stood up, pulling up my britches, and turned to flush. Because our house is old, and for some reason this is a habit of mine anyway, I watched as my waste went down. Except that it looked like it wasn't going to go down.  YIKES!!!

I hollered for Dan to go upstairs and get the plunger from that restroom. Thinking to myself: " Why oh why did I not buy one for this restroom????"   

Now I know you all are thinking.... "Oh dear, the toilet overflowed....." and *shudder* in sympathy for me.

BUT, no it didn't. However it did get very close to the top.  I plunged a little and whoosh. Down everything went.

EXCEPT,  a lump of poop.  I raised my eyebrows, and thought "O.K. I will give the toilet a moment to fill back up and flush again."  I waited anxiously for the tank to finish filling, and I flushed again.

It didn't move. It still sat on the bottom of the bowl. I gave a deep sigh, and said to myself. "Alright, I will let it soak a few minutes and then flush."  I left the restroom and went about my business.

Dan did walk into the restroom to put something on the sink, and made sure to let me know that my sh*t does stink. His eyes watered a bit and he waived his hand in front of his nose. Jerk, LOL. 

OK now don't get sick. And please do not blame me as you aren't perfect either.

I forgot to go back and flush. I know, ewww.  But it could happen to anyone.

Sunday afternoon we went out to brunch with our good friends Andy & Stefanie. As we went outside through the basement, I stepped into the restroom, and remembered.  I lifted the lid and sure enough it hadn't gone anywhere.  I flushed again and walked away.  (No this time I didn't stay to watch. I was hungry and in a hurry.) 

A couple hours later we came back home and I needed to use the restroom again.  I went in, closed the door and lifted the lid.  What do I find?  The POOP THAT WOULDN'T FLUSH!

Honestly. It was STILL there.


I stood and stared. Finally nature pushed and I decided, well I will just go and my TP will push it down. (I only needed to pee. and thank goodness.  I think I would have gone upstairs to poop).

So I finished that business, stoop up, and flushed. I watched in fretful silence as the water swirled. When it finally settled, there was the poop. A little smaller than before, but still there.  I am frustrated. I don't want to touch it.  I mean what would I use? yuck!


I left it there thinking, OK it's wearing down. It will be gone tomorrow.

Monday evening I came home from work, and decided to investigate. Sure enough there it was. Just a lump on the bottom of the bowl.   I started thinking of South Park and contemplated naming it.

I poured some bowl cleaner in and shut the lid. 

Today is Tuesday. Yep, Tuesday. Guess what?  It is STILL there. I think I must have pooped out glue.

It's grown very small now, just a tiny lump. But I want him gone, or he is going to have to start paying rent.

Hopefully late tonight or early tomorrow the Bleach I am pouring in will kill it off.  Die poop! Die!

To Spider or Not to Spider... that is the question

So Dan and I looked on the Internet and decided that the sore on my head is a spider bite. It looked very much like a Hobo Spider bite.  I made an appointment the next day to see my Doctor. He took a look, squeezed it a little and out came some puss. He prescribed me an antibiotic and said he didn't know if it was a spider bite or not.

I didn't fill the prescription. I figured, what the heck, I've had it for over a week already and it's actually healing up. Why waste the money?  Today will be about 2 weeks since the bite. It's crusted over and I actually pulled the scab off last night. (ouch and it pulled out some of my precious hair with it.)

Today it has scabbed over again and no infection. So I feel good about not getting the antibiotics. Tonight I have plans w/my husband to go out. We've been planning for over a week to use my Red Robin Gift card. It was the one I got for Halloween.  The Freddy Kruger Pumpkin. (pictures on Facebook.)

We also need to get a freezer. I have been wanting a small one for a while, but now it's really needed. With Ben and Tiff living with us, we actually need a small chest freezer and a small refrigerator. We are a group of people who need a lot of stuff in the Fridge apparently. I'm tempted to buy a cheap little mini fridge from KSL for $20.00 and put it in my bedroom. I could use it as a night stand. Except if it made bad noise. Then to the basement or Craft room it would go. LOL. I would buy the freezer there too, but I can't find any. So we are going to make a stop at Sears to shop. We're hoping they will offer 12 months no interest if we apply for a sears card, then we'll put it on there and pay it off before the 12 months. (And Dan will close the card, OR, he will at least have control of it. )

I have been working on a few Christmas projects. Why is it that money always seems tightest around the Holidays? Honestly it's insane.  I know that I'm spending to buy gifts, but it seems no matter how I juggle the budget, the dollars just aren't there. I have a good start on Dan's gifts, and I have a pretty good portion of gifts for others. One benefit of Ben and Tiff living with us is the rent. They are paying us $200.00 a month, and this months rent will be what Dan uses for his Christmas shopping. That puts less pressure on me to stretch the budget. I'm not above letting a utility slide for a month, but I don't like doing it if I can avoid it.

I really want to get started on my Christmas projects for people I work with. I have a fabulous idea, and I even got an EARLY present of a scroll saw, so I can make them. BUT......  I have to shell out some money for the materials. (there's that stretching again).

Well Ta-Ta for now. I'm back to Cross Stitching my gift for Beth......

Strange Cats and Head Zits

Tiffany and Ben's cats do not know how to poop in the litter box.  I seriously think that they climb in the box, scoot their butts right up to the edge of the box, make sure their hind end is on the ledge, and then poop, making sure the item is laying right in front of the box.

When they do figure out how to go in the box, they don't cover their poop. I think we have some seriously, although cute, R-Tarded kitties.

They are sweet, but meow over everything, don't want to be picked up but really want to be petted, and demand to be let into Tiff's room when the door is closed.

I have also had for a few days a bump on the back of my head. Dan at first thought it was a psoriasis patch, but then it grew some more and has been slightly painful. When I went to the doctor last Tuesday I asked him to look at it. He said it looked like I had just scratched myself, that it wasn't too bad, and I didn't need antibiotics.

It has really been bugging me. And I'm a player. If I have a zit, or bump or something out of the ordinary on my body, and I can reach it, I will play with it.  This bump has felt like it has scabbed over, but it's a really hard scab. Finally I got fed up and actually stuck a needle in it. It was hurting like a underground Zit usually does. I was thinking that maybe it just needed some help to "pop" and that it would relieve the pain. I was so hard to even get the needle in, but I did it. It bled a little but not much. Was hard to tell if there was puss in it, and so I let it go.

But today I was really irritated with the bump and I hate to admit this, but I dug at it. All the way home from work. I finally got it somewhat open, and I could feel wetness on it. I pulled my hand away from my head and had a little bit of what looked like puss on it. When I got home I made Dan look at it again. He did and said that it was definitely draining. He squeezed the bump really hard, and got some of the puss out, but it hurt like heck!  He says now that he's looking at it this way, it could be a spider bite. He wants me to go to the instacare tomorrow and have it checked out. But I HATE those places. Every time I go in, I have to give them my "history", then they say because of my "history" I need to have all these aggressive measure taken. The I see my real doctor, and he says: "oh here, we just have to do this."  Which is usually very simple and less terrifying.

So I think I just may go see Dr. T again if I can and have him look at it again.