He's jacking up the shed, or is he jacking down the dirt?

[KillerMuffin]

*jack jack jack jack jack* IS IT MOVIN??? NO DAD!! *jack jack jack jack*

My StudMuffin and his Dad are out there moving a storage shed from one place to another. There is a reason for this, a very good one, but it escapes me. It's not even our shed.

It's one of those heavy barn sheds made entirely out of wood and about 8'x10'. It is sitting on nice soft soggy dirt. Dad has been jacking for the last hour and it's lifted up about a foot and half and the dirt has gone down about as much. They are discussing the problem in true StudMuffin style, at the top of their not inconsiderable lungs, with plenty of invectives tossed in for good measure. What kills me is that they are arguing for the exact same thing, only with different words. He says tomato...

Why must they do that? Bellow like wounded moose without listening to each other while doing it? It's like they don't even speak the same language. Would hearing aids help I wonder? Probably not, they'd never wear them, cause the other one yells to loud, it'd hurt.

*sigh*

 

[Weird Harold]

Re: *jack jack jack jack jack* IS IT MOVIN??? NO DAD!! *jack jack jack jack*

My StudMuffin and his Dad are out there moving a storage shed from one place to another. There is a reason for this, a very good one, but it escapes me. It's not even our shed.

I'd offer some advice, but it would only get you yelled at too, 'cause you'd have to deliver it for me.

Have you considered the garden hose to get their attention and then pointing out they're arguing for the same thing?

 

[SimplySouthern]

My advice is stay inside and giggle at them. (you probably already are)

Men...geesh. Why do we let them out of the house?

 

[Ezzy]

My advice is stay inside and giggle at them. (you probably already are)

Men...geesh. Why do we let them out of the house?

To get them out from under your feet, or off the couch so you can get control of the remote control.


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[Bobtoad777]

My advice is stay inside and giggle at them. (you probably already are)

Men...geesh. Why do we let them out of the house?

Cause you don't want us sitting on the couch watching sports???

 

[Shelby]

Killer Baby Sweetie...

You made mistake #1, you let MAN go OUT OF HOUSE with PROJECT in mind which required TOOLS from garage. You must know that's dangerous. Jacks...it only leads to bad things...saws, drills, fires, purchases at Renovation-type store, buddies to assist & acknowledge great deed, trucks, other mechanical-type motorized demon-type things, hammers, chainsaws, fire, purchases at Renovation-type store.

God be with you. Stop smirking when they walk in door. Laughing - bad. Hero-worship - good.

Ever figure out whose shed it was???

[Edited by Shelby on 11-04-2000 at 06:18 PM]

 

[Earthmuffin]

OMG Killer it's so great to have your posts again. I was going into withdrawals whilst you've been absent! How's about when they actually achieve the move? Then they will rehash the little details patting themselves on the back for hours on how only THEY could do this awesome jobbie, no?
Good luck and thank heavens you have a sense of humor and tons of patience!!

 

[Guest]

Re: *jack jack jack jack jack* IS IT MOVIN??? NO DAD!! *jack jack jack jack*

Why must they do that? Bellow like wounded moose without listening to each other while doing it? It's like they don't even speak the same language. Would hearing aids help I wonder? Probably not, they'd never wear them, cause the other one yells to loud, it'd hurt.

*sigh*

Me man. You man. Me right. No! ME right! I said ME right! no I said ME RIGHT! Me right, no! Me always right, me man. ME MAN TOO, ME RIGHT! Right!

 

[Guest]

hehe, sorry, couldn't resist!

 

[CreamyLady]

One afternoon my father decided to prune the avocado tree at the side of the house; the one above the air conditioner. My brother didn't escape in time, and was dragooned into helping.

After considerable discussion, also bellowing -- they were only about five feet apart -- and with my brother pointing out that the branch in question was too heavy, my father succeeding in toppling the tree onto the air conditioner.

I will draw the veil of charity over the ensuing scene. My brother barely escaped with his life, laughing hysterically as he jumped on his bike and rode like hell down the driveway. My father's comments were audible all over town, which were nothing to my mother's own formidable soprano, exclaiming stridently over the mess.

Quiet returned much later that evening; my brother returned the following day. My own ears stopped ringing sometime after midnight. Maybe it's just a situational thing.

Did anyone put a broad board under the jacks? Just wondering.

 

[Adoratrice]

I swear this sounds just like my neighbors....."Big Ernie"...&..."little Ernie"....theres a stroke of genius huh? Anywho....they are ALWAYS out in the yard yellin their fool heads off....little Ernie is in his 40's and lives up around the corner...with his 5 children...one of whome is named...you guessed it Ernie the 3rd. I Can't wait for the third generation go round.

 

[Cheri]

I remember with first time I got fact that men are not the brightest thing with tools in their hands. I bought one of those white melanine shelving units and after unloading it on the back porch, I sent me already bitching father away for tools as I perused the instructions. By the time he got back, I not only had all the pieces layed out in logical way, I had a very firm grasp of where they should go. Ten minutes later when we it was finished, he looked at me and said that was pretty easy never realizing that it was I who made it easy. Men....

 

[KillerMuffin]

Did anyone put a broad board under the jacks? Just wondering.

HEheheh, that was about as bad as anything the StudMuffins have done to each other.

No CL, that would make too much sense, after all one is a journeyman carpenter, the other one is a master carpenter, mechanic, and master millwright. Therefore, we all know what to do and don't take advice from anyone whose name is not StudMuffin and does not have a journeyman at the least in front of her name. They all have the same name. Sr. Jr. ad III who is 5 and thinks Godzilla could help.

They're chauvanistic. I always shock them with my brain.

 

[jcwyatt]

Absolutely true story.

One day Dad drives home from work in a VW having traded-in the 4 door Chevy automatic family car without a word of warning to anybody. I am particularly irked since I was just about to try to get my license to drive. Having suddenly to deal with a clutch and gear shift freaked me out.

First weekend lesson in VW begins this way. I sit in drivers' seat and ask for keys. Dad says, "Better go get a high heel shoe for your right foot." I look at him like he's nuts. He says, "Well, the gas pedal bothered me and I threw it out." I look down at the floor and see a medal piece sticking straight up with a round spinning wheel at the top. As you depressed it, the wheel ran up the length of your foot and would pop over your toes causing your foot to land on the floor of the car and the acceleration to stop. *smacks forehead* I got a high heel to wear.

So help me, the local Motor Vehicles guy said nothing when I put the shoe on for my driving test. Maybe he was to afraid to challenge me on it.

Several weeks later, while accelerating on a turn, the driver's seat actually slid back off the rails that attach it to the floor and I wind up on the floor in the back with my feet around the steering wheel. Turns out Dad had just discovered WD40.

Two Saturdays later, I am awakened by a loud banging coming from the driveway. Both car doors are open and my father is smashing the hell out of something on the driver's side with a hammer. The passenger seat is laying on the ground beside the car. *groan*

By the time, I got downstairs, my father is reading the paper, and the passenger seat is perched atop the garbage cans.

The memory of my mother *seething* as she sat in the back seat passenger side of that VW as they went off weekly grocery shopping is indelibly etched on my brain.

Don't even ask about the dart board he thought worked best atop our new tv, the second bathroom he thought didn't need walls, or..

 

[CreamyLady]

I guess it would make too much sense. I think this is tied to the part of the brain that thinks one more turn of the vise will do the trick.

It does. It breaks whatever is in it.

 

[Oliver Clozoff]

My advice is stay inside and giggle at them. (you probably already are)
Men...geesh. Why do we let them out of the house?

You let men out of the house? I didn't think you even let them out of the bedroom.

Who are you and what have you down with Southern?