Never in my wildest dreams would I picture myself installing a toilet, or toilet parts for that matter. It's amazing what you will do when you realize that it's yours now. Even though you know that many people before you crapped in your crapper, it really didn't make any difference. It's now MY crapper!
In a desperate attempt to stay on my completion schedule, I was forced into fixing the upstairs toilet. After realizing that all the parts in the kit I purchased didn't fit a 1975 toilet, I had to go to the downstairs toilet to "borrow" parts. Now, this is not a bathroom that has been in operation yet, so it's...well.....gross. I think my 7 year old daughter actually gagged a few times while I was borrowing these parts, but it taught her a good lesson. WE CAN DO ANYTHING!!! I am woman hear me roar, or scream, whatever... Well, after a couple of hours, the toilet was fixed and now my master bath is in complete working order!!! YEAH!
However, this opened up a new and quite pressing problem. The toilet that I borrowed the parts from was shot. I have had a brand new toilet, with all the bells and whistles sitting in the garage for about a month now waiting on baby daddy (this is how he is referred to, because I am not likely at this point to take a husband) to install it. Since he was upstairs installing carpet, I thought I would give it a shot. It's really quite easy, the installation I mean. Now the removal of the old toilet is not so easy and is in so many words, NASTY! There was this wax ring do hickey that goes around the base of the toilet that had obviously been there since 1970. It took 6 pairs of rubber gloves and an entire roll of paper towels, but I managed to get it up. Since, I had made myself so familiar with the tank guts from the earlier installation this one went quite smoothly. Plus, it was manufactured after World War II, so everything fit very nicely. Then ta-da a brand new twallet! I stunk and looked like hell, but damn-it I had not one, but 2 fully functional crappers!
I gave myself a pat on the back and nodded up to my dad thanking him for his constant reminder growing up that I "can't depend on anyone but myself". That has always held true.... So, this toilets for you dad, even though I rolled my eyes EVERY TIME you said it, I really was listening.
In a desperate attempt to stay on my completion schedule, I was forced into fixing the upstairs toilet. After realizing that all the parts in the kit I purchased didn't fit a 1975 toilet, I had to go to the downstairs toilet to "borrow" parts. Now, this is not a bathroom that has been in operation yet, so it's...well.....gross. I think my 7 year old daughter actually gagged a few times while I was borrowing these parts, but it taught her a good lesson. WE CAN DO ANYTHING!!! I am woman hear me roar, or scream, whatever... Well, after a couple of hours, the toilet was fixed and now my master bath is in complete working order!!! YEAH!
However, this opened up a new and quite pressing problem. The toilet that I borrowed the parts from was shot. I have had a brand new toilet, with all the bells and whistles sitting in the garage for about a month now waiting on baby daddy (this is how he is referred to, because I am not likely at this point to take a husband) to install it. Since he was upstairs installing carpet, I thought I would give it a shot. It's really quite easy, the installation I mean. Now the removal of the old toilet is not so easy and is in so many words, NASTY! There was this wax ring do hickey that goes around the base of the toilet that had obviously been there since 1970. It took 6 pairs of rubber gloves and an entire roll of paper towels, but I managed to get it up. Since, I had made myself so familiar with the tank guts from the earlier installation this one went quite smoothly. Plus, it was manufactured after World War II, so everything fit very nicely. Then ta-da a brand new twallet! I stunk and looked like hell, but damn-it I had not one, but 2 fully functional crappers!
I gave myself a pat on the back and nodded up to my dad thanking him for his constant reminder growing up that I "can't depend on anyone but myself". That has always held true.... So, this toilets for you dad, even though I rolled my eyes EVERY TIME you said it, I really was listening.
