tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post8599643119402266238..comments2024-03-19T03:27:24.068-04:00Comments on I SAW YOUR NANNY: How do I get past this?Leigh Raymerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18210572527823459842noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post-40882752174463893432009-01-13T02:20:00.000-05:002009-01-13T02:20:00.000-05:00I know that this post is from ages ago, but I was ...I know that this post is from ages ago, but I was looking through the archives and had to have a good laugh.<BR/>A friend of mine is in a band with her family - the parents and 4 teenaged kids. I went away with them on a 10 day trip, and when we came back from the trip, we all helped to clean out their tour bus, with the dad of the family cleaning out the onboard bathroom and toilet.<BR/>He took the toilet contents down to the back paddock of there property to empty, and promptly returned to find the culprit (my friend) who had flushed "5 or 6 little sheep (tampons)"down the toilet. <BR/>We laughed about this for weeks.Cyndihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11000736598217996912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post-26539878281607097642008-06-26T16:03:00.000-04:002008-06-26T16:03:00.000-04:00Awww, OP, I can completely sympathize with you on ...Awww, OP, I can completely sympathize with you on this one!<BR/><BR/>Picture this - brand new pharmacy tech, about 19 years old, first time at a job outside of babysitting. I went in to the employee restroom and did my business. It would NOT flush! Not only would it not flush, the water continued to fill the bowl and soon was heading to the floor. Mortified, I exited the bathroom (all the while wondering if I could blame it on one of my coworkers! :) and ran to get my boss. He said, "What in the H@#$ did you DO!" Well, duh, I think THAT MUCH is obvious! I guess in my sheltered plumbing-less life growing up, I'd never learned about the water knobs under the toilet. I could have saved myself the mortification. Ah well, you live and learn!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post-79840698768302436222008-06-26T07:58:00.000-04:002008-06-26T07:58:00.000-04:00Yes, yes. I remember this column. I think it had s...Yes, yes. I remember this column. I think it had some of the FUNNIEST comments EVER on this blog!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post-59656957907050640712008-05-18T23:02:00.000-04:002008-05-18T23:02:00.000-04:00here, here.say NO! to flushable wipes!!here, here.<BR/>say NO! to flushable wipes!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post-66767035468730217802008-05-18T20:37:00.000-04:002008-05-18T20:37:00.000-04:00Flushable wipes are a plumbers' best friend. It c...Flushable wipes are a plumbers' best friend. It cost me $1200 to have a plumber unclog my toilets, laundry sink (which the sewage had backed up in), and snake the pipe all the way out to the town sewer connection because there were so many flushable wipes stuck in the system. My three kids have been using them for years-thought it was a good way to make sure they were cleaning themselves well. The plumber said that he goes on at least one call a week where the culprit are "flushabe" wipes.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post-25921838842234543312008-05-18T18:17:00.000-04:002008-05-18T18:17:00.000-04:00yeah, it's an expensive lesson to learn. and a sme...yeah, it's an expensive lesson to learn. and a smelly one! :::gag:::Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post-89790530355507494332008-05-17T17:42:00.000-04:002008-05-17T17:42:00.000-04:00Yes Lindalou, I found out the hard way, too .... $...Yes Lindalou, I found out the hard way, too .... $900.00 later.<BR/>I had been flushing those little wipes down the toilet for years. The kind that say it's safe to. Ah, bullshit.<BR/>It's a conspiracy. There's some kind of kickback, and the asswipe makers and the plumbers are in cahoots.<BR/>Yeah, I'm just kidding ......<BR/>but only flush your t.p.<BR/>wrap everything else up and put it in a separate baggie like I do and toss it. Yeah, it takes an extra minute, but my plumbing is clean as a whistle, and so is my ass.<BR/>:)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post-56939014336698010762008-05-17T11:01:00.000-04:002008-05-17T11:01:00.000-04:00Yikes! OK, thanks for the info. I hope it's not to...Yikes! OK, thanks for the info. I hope it's not too late!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post-13820605817254883952008-05-17T01:48:00.000-04:002008-05-17T01:48:00.000-04:00ugh, typos.a-r-e N-O-Tt-u-bc-u-l-p-r-i-tu-n-p-l-u-...ugh, typos.<BR/>a-r-e N-O-T<BR/>t-u-b<BR/>c-u-l-p-r-i-t<BR/>u-n-p-l-u-g-g-i-n-gAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post-58219485836896757242008-05-17T01:44:00.000-04:002008-05-17T01:44:00.000-04:00mom, tampons ARE not, in fact, flushable. i spent ...mom, tampons ARE not, in fact, flushable. i spent 40 years of my life thinking they were until the day raw sewage backed up out of my toilet and tun, all over my bathroom and hallway. the culprot was tampons. many moons of accumulated tampons which the nice plumber spent many hours unpluggin from our pipes. never, and i mean, never flush tampons down the toilet! ditto with baby wipes, kleenix, paper towels, etc... the only things that should be flushed are toilet paper and stuff that comes out of your body.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post-68313411742641426142008-05-17T01:09:00.000-04:002008-05-17T01:09:00.000-04:00MomI had to laugh when you said, "tampons are flus...Mom<BR/>I had to laugh when you said, "tampons are flushable". Maybe in Texas, where things are bigger and better, you can get it to go down your sewer system ... but not here! LOLAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post-87279429389565135742008-05-17T01:03:00.000-04:002008-05-17T01:03:00.000-04:00My Family used to play some hardcore pranks on eac...My Family used to play some hardcore pranks on each other, too. I actually kind of miss it ... we don't do it as much now - except maybe around the Holidays when we've got everyone together.<BR/>And do I have some doozies!<BR/>Ah, good times, good times.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post-3458701624199169652008-05-17T00:56:00.000-04:002008-05-17T00:56:00.000-04:00Oh yeah, and apparently I am not the only one who ...Oh yeah, and apparently I am not the only one who was on a "first prank" basis with this friend, because at the same party another guest laid piles of plastic poop and plastic vomit at random spots throughout the house. She thought it was me until the proud culprit finally confessed.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post-28634555258021245602008-05-17T00:43:00.000-04:002008-05-17T00:43:00.000-04:00People, people, people. Tampons are FLUSHABLE! Do ...People, people, people. Tampons are FLUSHABLE! Do not put them in your trashcans for the puppies to get at. Flush them away and be done with them!<BR/><BR/>Here is something I did sort of mean once. (And you will not believe this of "mom"...but at least it was many moons ago and I am more mature now.) I had a friend who we played practical jokes back and forth all the time. Once she was giving a big law firm Christmas party. I saw that she had floated beautiful lighted candles in her master bathtub...to which I added a handful of unwrapped tampons. <BR/>And I went into her garage and tied several unwrapped tampons to her windshield wipers and license plate...and promptly forgot all about them...until she called one day after it had rained while she was at the gym. She didn't give me all the details (excpet that they were "in full bloom" when she emerged from the gym)because she "didn't want to give me the satisfaction." Seems fair enough.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post-34872903568478926582008-05-16T23:02:00.000-04:002008-05-16T23:02:00.000-04:00REPOST:I bet if you hear enough embarrassing stori...REPOST:<BR/><BR/>I bet if you hear enough embarrassing stories, yours won't seem so bad!<BR/>Are you ready for this one? It's pretty bad!<BR/><BR/>I was hosting a really beautiful party. I was so excited!<BR/>Good food. Good wine. Good people.<BR/>The only bad thing was I had started my period that morning.<BR/>Oh ... you think I wore white, right? nope.<BR/>I was too smart for that, hee-hee.<BR/>At least I thought so.<BR/><BR/>The party is in full speed. I'm standing around talking to a bunch of friends, and guess who comes waltzing in the room? My little dog. And what has my little dog got in his mouth? Yes ... my tampon. From the trash.<BR/>I know ... pretty gross!<BR/>Imagine my horror! I died a thousand deaths right there!<BR/>All I could do was scoop my little doggy up and run out of the room and hide.<BR/>It took quite awhile to get over that one, let me tell you.<BR/>But we all do. Give it some time.<BR/>You'll be alright.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post-41826654845690374702008-05-16T23:00:00.000-04:002008-05-16T23:00:00.000-04:00For some reason, doggies like used tampons.::shrug...For some reason, doggies like used tampons.<BR/>::shrug::Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post-63877608151067273332008-05-16T19:38:00.000-04:002008-05-16T19:38:00.000-04:00uggg...I am a regular...but I am going undercover ...uggg...I am a regular...but I am going undercover here...<BR/><BR/>Just last week on a beautiful day my husband and I were sitting outside on our porch....when we noticed my nanny family walking up the street....we lives a couple streets away...and this isn't unusual so they came on the porch and chatted for a bit at which time I could smell beer coming from dad....about 3 minutes later he asked to use our restroom...no big deal right?...well he emerged a couple minutes later bright red and shuffled them off the porch to head home...it was sooo clear something was wrong....so when they were out of sight I ran in to investigate.....well much to my surprise there were USED tampons ALL OVER the floor...out new puppy was inside having a field day when we were outside, because my husband didn't shut the door!!!! Can you freaking believe that one!!!!!!! I STILL can't look at my male employer!!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post-52923882905337900042008-05-16T17:10:00.000-04:002008-05-16T17:10:00.000-04:00I wouldn't take the Mom's comment as an insult. T...I wouldn't take the Mom's comment as an insult. They told you not to worry about it and the Mom and Dad cleaned it up so you didn't have to and didn't make a big deal about it. She was probably just telling you in a casual way so you would be spared any future embarassment should it happen again.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post-75699757295896202522008-05-16T12:36:00.000-04:002008-05-16T12:36:00.000-04:00That reminds me of a story my friend recently told...That reminds me of a story my friend recently told. She recently moved to Northern California...apparently to an extremely affluent suburb. She wanted to buy a new mattress and she spoke ot a friend who told her to spend a good deal of time rolling around on it, resting in different positions, etc., not worrying about what the store personnel or any other shoppers thought of her for spending so much time choosing. Sooo, she went to some upscale furniture boutique, which happend to have only one mattress style for sale. It was part of a display and had been covered with bed linens to make a nice front entrance display. The salesperson kindly pulled the covers back for her to try out the mattress. As she had been instructed, she spent a good deal of time rolling all over the mattress, reclining in all sorts of different positions, etc. (despite thr fact that she was still in her tennis dress and bloomers.) She had even asked him to leave her and go about his business because she intended to spend a good deal of time with this mattress. Finally he came back to check on her and she agreed to buy that style of mattress. He turned to lead her to the rsgister to oredr her (new)mattress (thankfully) just before she got up off of the bed. When she turned to remake the bed she saw that she had unknowingly gotten her period and had managed to roll blood from one side of the mattress to the other. Not knowing what to do, she quickly covered the evidence, tied a sweater around her waist to cover her now bloody skirt, went to the resister, paid, and left. <BR/>Imagine what a yucky surprise for whoever eventually discovered her blunder?!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post-4769634494436289042008-05-16T06:43:00.000-04:002008-05-16T06:43:00.000-04:00I actually ... don't know what to say.Um, sorry OP...I actually ... don't know what to say.<BR/>Um, sorry OP.<BR/>The porcelain Gods were not very fair to you that day.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post-55727508955348131112008-05-16T02:02:00.000-04:002008-05-16T02:02:00.000-04:00the dad was rude not just to leave it for you to t...the dad was rude not just to leave it for you to take care of youself. no one wants other people involved in all that! and i've never in my life heard of the plastic fork thing! AKKKKKKKKKK!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post-3914975029958056192008-05-15T22:48:00.000-04:002008-05-15T22:48:00.000-04:00Good to see you J/M.:)Good to see you J/M.<BR/>:)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post-46471748913427912042008-05-15T22:34:00.000-04:002008-05-15T22:34:00.000-04:00I have the feeling the wife was more flustered tha...I have the feeling the wife was more flustered than you. maybe this was just her way of trying to find a way to not you be in such a situation again. I always used the bathroom as a live in off the kitchen mudroom but not for anything that can smell. I always went to my bathroom on the 3rd floor... and i think you should too. Infact, i think any live in house member, kids mom or dad should not use the bathroom close to a kitchen for that kind of thing period. It's just not private enough in my opinion. Don't feel bad... just invest in some fibersure and febrezeMarissa M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09670316761454871953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post-35617108592437851332008-05-15T22:08:00.000-04:002008-05-15T22:08:00.000-04:00Since we're all sharing, I will share something I'...Since we're all sharing, I will share something I've never told anyone. It haunts me often.<BR/><BR/><BR/>The first time I got my period I was in the mall with my brother. My tummy hurt so we sat down on some expensive summer swinging chair thing. I don't know. Anyway, when I went to get up I noticed a huge red stain. I promptly sat back down. Well, kind of fell down when all the blood rushed to my face. <BR/>I thought quickly. I asked my brother to go hide and I would find him. Seriously! Then I waited.. got up, ran, found him and said "K lets go" and walked home quickly, but behind my brother. <BR/>For a long time after I felt bad... like I should have told someone. But I obviously couldn't have paid to replace it... or even had the courage to admit what had happened. I was just a child!<BR/><BR/><BR/>Ughhh.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32916951.post-31312591717168674712008-05-15T21:52:00.000-04:002008-05-15T21:52:00.000-04:00once i pooped the biggest foulest shit that was bi...once i pooped the biggest foulest shit that was big it formed a mountain peak sticking out of the water and was steaming. Horrified but mystified, I felt this was something too good to keep to myself so I purposely left it for my fiance to find, imagining the look on his face. WHY? Because stuff like that is funny, so laugh a little and let it go!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com