AZ JazzyJ
<font color=teal>The Talented One<br><font color=p
- Joined
- Dec 6, 2000
I sit here attempting to type this message with only 4 fingers. Now usually, this type of behavior is best left to late nights when I am bored and want to see which 4 fingers I just cant live without. This time though, there is a medical reason why I am only using that many fingers. Well, maybe medical is the wrong word, it is more mental. You know, like when your computer brings up the error message, Nut loose in operators chair and you get a screwdriver out and check all the bolts on your chair only to find out that the computer was talking about you and not the furniture. Well, after our little Disney Store adventure, we came home and gave the kids their one pin each and the pin bag. They of course wanted to put more pins in the bag (this has me wondering, is there some sort of pin trading gene that immediately kicks in once a person owns one pin?). Trying to be a good father, I decided that I might just have some pins in my collection that can be moved to the kids bag for them to trade. I began going through my collection selecting pins that I thought they would like. As I removed the pin back from a Figment pin Trina brought back from our trip to Orlando, I noticed that the pointy part had a pretty nasty bend in it. Well, this coupled with the fact that I was watching The New Yankee Workshop on television led me to believe I could fix this. I first went to the garage to collect the necessary tools. Of course there I found that Dakota had recently been practicing his entry into the exciting field of Indy Car Pit Crew and my tools were strewn all across the garage as was half of his bicycle. Luckily I had thought to keep the assembly instructions for the bike. I just had to remember if you read Chinese from top to bottom or right to left. Before I got too distracted, I remembered this was a pin repair story not a bike repair saga. Finally, I found my needle-nose pliers up to their handles in the flower bed (funny, I dont remember storing them there). I reached down to retrieve them. As I pulled them out of the ground, water began to spew out like a small geyser (oh wait, I did put them there because there was a hole in the drip line). I made a note that I needed to replace the pliers when I got finished. Ok, I know I should just fix the sprinkler line but with baseball now going until November, this sounds like a good activity to do while the turkey is roasting. With tools in hand, I went back inside to begin my pin repair operation. According to Norm Abram, the most important thing was that I wear safety glasses. I thought the most important thing was not to get killed while attempting home repairs but I guess that must be second. Well, I really dont own safety glasses so I immediately decided I was tired of Safe and Sane, this was a job for Dumb and Dangerous. I must have had that look in my eye as Dakota immediately stressed that I should have safety glasses. So I did the next best thing, I put on my sunglasses. Now I am not blaming the glasses because chances are I would have done this anyway but being blind didnt help matters. With the pliers in my hand, I grabbed the pointy part and with the flick of my wrist I twisted it straightening it. Well, instead of the pin, I had mistakenly grabbed one of the girls Barbies and now we have one doll that looks as if she was in some sort of really bad skiing accident as her arm should not bend in that direction. She wont be waving at any parades any time soon. After twisting her little arm back into somewhat normal position, I put a splint on it and made a tiny sling for her. I am not sure why I did that. After all, the woman lives in a giant house, has like about a hundred cars and is herself a registered nurse as well as cheerleader. She could have fixed the arm herself. Sorry, I digressed just a bit. This time, with my safety sunglasses not on quite as well, I grabbed the pin and attempted to straighten the post. The post of course broke off the pin leaving me holding a Figment without a back in one hand and a pair of pliers with a pin post locked in their jaws in the other. These types of things happen to me all the time so I was not too stressed yet. I went to the one tool that is most used in our house (after the hammer. Is there nothing that cant be fixed with a good whack?) Yes ladies and gentlemen, I brought out the Super Glue. As often as I use this stuff, I really should go to Sams Club and see if they sell it in a 55 gallon drum. Well, I carefully placed the Figment face down on the table and opened the tube to place a small dab of glue where the post used to be. I should have checked to see if the tube was clogged but I didnt. Instead, when faced with resistance from the glue tube I did was every man in America would do, I squeezed harder. The good news is, the tube was unclogged. The bad news is Super Glue flew everywhere. Well, first things first, I set the pin back on the pin and held it in place with two fingers. The other hand of course went to wipe up the glue before Trina came in. I should have really made a mental note at this point that the guy on the television could be suspended on a steel beam by his construction hat, but I didnt. After 10 seconds, I found that I now had a permanent connection with that pin, literally. Of course the pin was also permanently attached to the table and my other hand was somehow attached to the tabletop where I was wiping up glue using one of Trinas good hand towels. It was like some sort of crazed Twister game without the dots. Dakota of course was no help as he did the one thing I needed him not to do. He called Trina. So there I sat with two fingers stuck to the pin back, my thumb attached to the pin body. The pin attached to the table. Two fingers from my other hand were attached to the table and a finger and thumb attached to Trinas good hand towel which now sported a large Super Glue glob. I can tell you this, when your wife and four of your children are standing around laughing at you, a minute seems like a REALLY long time. And what does Trina do? She calls Ashley. After all, just because she is away at college doesnt mean she should miss out on the happenings at home. Finally, in a count of 3 I ripped my fingers from the table leaving at least two layers of skin there (not to worry, Super Glue can be used to help skin heal by putting a protective layer on the finger tips). Getting removed from the pin was a little more difficult but still doable. Now though, I am faced with trying to remove Super Glue from the table and the back of the pin (I have given up attempting to save the hand towel. Even Barbie thinks that is a lost cause and she should know since she is a chemical engineer). According to the web, acetone will help to dissolve the glue but I have no idea what the heck this stuff is. This sounds like a job for Home Depot. I guess I better make up a good story for this so I can get some help. Do you think they would buy an alien abduction story?
Jeff
Jeff