SOOOOOO, my last post was about the craziest week ever. Well, the birthday party went swimmingly and I made up a super treasure hunt for them. We were exhausted afterward, but Charley was happy and life was good.
TODAY stated out wonderfully with the girls and I loved listening to General Conference - especially Elder Holland's talk! Between sessions we were getting ready to go down to Orange County to see my sister. Ameri was cleaning up in the kitchen and all of a sudden we hear a leaking noise. More like GUSHING rather. He wonders what it is and I look under the kitchen sink . . .
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The hot water pipe busted and water was POURING out, GUSHING out and SPURTING out EVERYWHERE!! We went to turn off the valve only to realize that the valve was not working at all. We had no idea where the emergency shut-off valve was (now we do!) and so we had Niagra Falls under our kitchen sink. Charley thought it was fabulous, but it was hot water so Ameri couldn't get in there properly and his glasses were fogging up so he couldn't see!!
Meanwhile - I'm braless and my hair is a mess because we were just chillin' listening to Conference in our PJs. There is no rhyme or reason in a crisis. The first thing that I thought was, "I can't let anyone see me like this!"
Hmmm. Anyway, Ameri is being boiled alive under the sink and I'm running from door to door in our complex looking for a neighbor that knows where the emergency shut-off valve is. Of course, NO ONE IS HOME. I hear Ameri screaming and cursing at the water and see Charley looking at us like we're crazy. I call my landlady to see if she knows anything. She doesn't speak english so her daughter has to translate to her and then back and forth etectera! I'm trying to get help from her and help Ameri at the same time - I get a face full of water in the face and yell, S*#@! into the phone. I quickly apologize and then yell at her that I'm hanging up and calling the fire department. I call 911 and get transfered to the fire department and am told the calvary is on it's way!!!
Meanwhile (again) - Charley is still loving it, Ameri's moving rugs and electrical stuff, Maddie is sleeping peacefully and I'm still worried about not having a bra on and trying not to slip (our whole apartment is tile - a blessing) as I round the corner to throw on a sweatshirt. I'm watching for the firemen, berating the fact that I slept on wet hair and wondering why I didn't get everyone dressed earlier . . .
The firemen show up and I run carefully (remember - no bra) to open the gate for them. Of course, half of them are young and gorgeous and I look like Harry Potter with my glasses and my fly away hair (braces and no make-up to boot!) Ten guys come to the rescue and an extra engine shows up because they were in the neighborhood. I was dying a little the whole time I was enjoying looking at them! Ah, women.
Anyway, Ameri is soaked through, his hand are chapped and red and small blisters have formed on some of his fingers from the hot water. I had helped him manage to open the u-bend under the sink so that he could re-direct the broken pipe down it. The men in blue came in and took charge. By this time Maddie has woken up and she and Charley get points from the guys for cuteness!
Hottie #1 asks for my keys so that he can turn off the emergency valve. Hotties 2-9 come in and start moving furniture and vacuuming up water because they have the stuff to do it! Wow. It was like watching a well-oiled machine. They were awesome. We just stayed out of their way and #10 comes up to me and says, "Brigham Young University eh?" ( that was the sweat-shirt I grabbed)
He then proceeds to say mormonisms like, "Enjoying Conference?", "Charley are you listening to President Monson?", "Did you meet your husband at the 'Y'?", "My kids are in Rexburg . . . oh, you graduated from Ricks? Have you been there since the temple was built?"
He then says, "Were you normally supposed to be a church at this time?"
"YES!"
He just smiled knowingly and said, "Now there's a blessing for you!"
Thank goodness for broken pipes on Conference Sunday!!
They cleaned us up, got our water shut off for a while and were our heros for the day. Go hug your local fireman!
I'm gonna hug my husband too. He was the biggest hero of the day!
Well, the pipe is almost fixed (the plumber has to come again tomorrow) and we don't have to pay for it! (Sometimes renting can be a good thing) No one was electrocuted and our beautiful living room rug was saved without even a drop of water on it! Charley even got a fire dept. sticker.
I thought about getting pictures for the blog, but I think they might have questioned my sanity, having already noted my disheveled state . . .
I don't think Ameri and I can handle another week like this for a while!
P.S. Boobs are now tucked where they should be!
TODAY stated out wonderfully with the girls and I loved listening to General Conference - especially Elder Holland's talk! Between sessions we were getting ready to go down to Orange County to see my sister. Ameri was cleaning up in the kitchen and all of a sudden we hear a leaking noise. More like GUSHING rather. He wonders what it is and I look under the kitchen sink . . .
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The hot water pipe busted and water was POURING out, GUSHING out and SPURTING out EVERYWHERE!! We went to turn off the valve only to realize that the valve was not working at all. We had no idea where the emergency shut-off valve was (now we do!) and so we had Niagra Falls under our kitchen sink. Charley thought it was fabulous, but it was hot water so Ameri couldn't get in there properly and his glasses were fogging up so he couldn't see!!
Meanwhile - I'm braless and my hair is a mess because we were just chillin' listening to Conference in our PJs. There is no rhyme or reason in a crisis. The first thing that I thought was, "I can't let anyone see me like this!"
Hmmm. Anyway, Ameri is being boiled alive under the sink and I'm running from door to door in our complex looking for a neighbor that knows where the emergency shut-off valve is. Of course, NO ONE IS HOME. I hear Ameri screaming and cursing at the water and see Charley looking at us like we're crazy. I call my landlady to see if she knows anything. She doesn't speak english so her daughter has to translate to her and then back and forth etectera! I'm trying to get help from her and help Ameri at the same time - I get a face full of water in the face and yell, S*#@! into the phone. I quickly apologize and then yell at her that I'm hanging up and calling the fire department. I call 911 and get transfered to the fire department and am told the calvary is on it's way!!!
Meanwhile (again) - Charley is still loving it, Ameri's moving rugs and electrical stuff, Maddie is sleeping peacefully and I'm still worried about not having a bra on and trying not to slip (our whole apartment is tile - a blessing) as I round the corner to throw on a sweatshirt. I'm watching for the firemen, berating the fact that I slept on wet hair and wondering why I didn't get everyone dressed earlier . . .
The firemen show up and I run carefully (remember - no bra) to open the gate for them. Of course, half of them are young and gorgeous and I look like Harry Potter with my glasses and my fly away hair (braces and no make-up to boot!) Ten guys come to the rescue and an extra engine shows up because they were in the neighborhood. I was dying a little the whole time I was enjoying looking at them! Ah, women.
Anyway, Ameri is soaked through, his hand are chapped and red and small blisters have formed on some of his fingers from the hot water. I had helped him manage to open the u-bend under the sink so that he could re-direct the broken pipe down it. The men in blue came in and took charge. By this time Maddie has woken up and she and Charley get points from the guys for cuteness!
Hottie #1 asks for my keys so that he can turn off the emergency valve. Hotties 2-9 come in and start moving furniture and vacuuming up water because they have the stuff to do it! Wow. It was like watching a well-oiled machine. They were awesome. We just stayed out of their way and #10 comes up to me and says, "Brigham Young University eh?" ( that was the sweat-shirt I grabbed)
He then proceeds to say mormonisms like, "Enjoying Conference?", "Charley are you listening to President Monson?", "Did you meet your husband at the 'Y'?", "My kids are in Rexburg . . . oh, you graduated from Ricks? Have you been there since the temple was built?"
He then says, "Were you normally supposed to be a church at this time?"
"YES!"
He just smiled knowingly and said, "Now there's a blessing for you!"
Thank goodness for broken pipes on Conference Sunday!!
They cleaned us up, got our water shut off for a while and were our heros for the day. Go hug your local fireman!
I'm gonna hug my husband too. He was the biggest hero of the day!
Well, the pipe is almost fixed (the plumber has to come again tomorrow) and we don't have to pay for it! (Sometimes renting can be a good thing) No one was electrocuted and our beautiful living room rug was saved without even a drop of water on it! Charley even got a fire dept. sticker.
I thought about getting pictures for the blog, but I think they might have questioned my sanity, having already noted my disheveled state . . .
I don't think Ameri and I can handle another week like this for a while!
P.S. Boobs are now tucked where they should be!
6 comments:
Oh my gosh...I don't know if I should laugh or cry at your story!! You sound like you've recovered but I think I would be traumatized for life!!
Now I gotta find my emergency water shut off valve.
Oh wait...maybe I want the fire department to come!
Kristi, you crack me up! Oh, and all the personal information you share. Let's just say...priceless. You guys have definitely had your share of water problems, so yes, renting can be a great thing! Good thinking in calling the fire department. I'll have to remember them for more than just giving tours of their trucks and handing out stickers.
you are hilarious! glad the boobs are where they should be and glad you survived the ordeal!
Great re-telling. I loved it. I wish I could have been there to see the hot firemen...right now I feel like the trollop of a sister in Pride and Prejudice that is always sighing about the soldiers.
You are too cute! I loved the story. I felt like i was there with you, very intense. I love oogeling at the fireman....i have had them come twice to my house. Crazy times. Hope all is good now. Poor ameri...has he recovered?? how are the braces.....i was thinking i need some too :(
Wow. What a crazy story. I'm glad everything worked out though!
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