When Improvisation back fires...

Post by **Oscar Namechange** » Mon Jan 20, 2014 9:26 am

Late one night last week I found myself shampooless. As my hair was already wet, I thought ' what the heck' and used the dogs shampoo.

Since then, I am delighted with my lovely coat and my flea's and ticks are no more.

If I can just suppress the urge to chase motor-bikes and s.hit In the garden, I'll be fine...

But seriously....Last night, I was driven to the point of Insanity by my husbands snoring. Having poked him with a stick several times which usually works, I stuck Blu Tac In my ears. Ahhhh Bliss !!! It worked....

However, waking this morning, I guess my body temperature melted the Blu Tac, oozed out and stuck my hair to my ears...Nothing on earth could shift It... I even tried Nail polish remover.

No choice In the end.... I had to cut my hair off....

Well, I won't be doing that again In a hurry...

Have you ever Improvised ?

Post by **Chloe_88** » Mon Jan 20, 2014 1:59 pm

mm well I know my mum puts dog ear drips in my dad's ears. He says it's the best ear cleaner that was ever invented!

And my OH just told me that his friend washed his hair once with washing up liquid. I imagine he must have smelt lemony fresh after that.

I have improvised quite a bit in the past, just nothing seems to spring to mind at the moment :wah:

Post by **Betty Boop** » Mon Jan 20, 2014 4:45 pm

Chloe_88;1445192 wrote: mm well I know my mum puts dog ear drips in my dad's ears. He says it's the best ear cleaner that was ever invented!

And my OH just told me that his friend washed his hair once with washing up liquid. I imagine he must have smelt lemony fresh after that.

I have improvised quite a bit in the past, just nothing seems to spring to mind at the moment :wah:

Washing up liquid is fine for hair, according to my hairdresser it does a better job than shampoo as shampoos just leave residues, that's when you really need washing up liquid to get rid of all the residue build up :wah:

I use washing up liquid in my daughters hair after she's been nit treated.

Post by **LarsMac** » Mon Jan 20, 2014 7:01 pm

So a few years back we were at Aunt Peggy's house for a BBQ. Aunt Peggy is my wife's older sister. There were a number of men there, Brother-in-laws, nephews, and others, with all the wives, and children.

Donald, managed somehow to be in charge of the grill, one of those basic Weber grills, like this one.

Donald is an accountant. (need I say more?)

So we have all arrived, and time for lunch is approaching, while we have been sitting around talking about life, horses, Eddie's Rodeo stock, and Ron's recent trip to Chile, and mine to Brussels, the approaching end to Baseball season, the beginning of football season and other really important stuff, and it's time to put the burgers and dogs on the grill.

We go pull the lid off the grill to find that Donald has just plopped the new charcoal on top of the ashes from the last barbeque we had back around the 4th of July. He then wadded up some paper dribbled the remaining lighter fluid on it, dropped it on top of the pile, and dropped a match on it. When flames appeared, he put the lid back on and went to grab a beer.

Well, if you've ever done charcoal grilling, you probably know what happened next.

Pretty much, nothing. Nada, zip, zilch.

The paper burned, and sucked up all the oxygen, and the fire went out before a single brick warmed up.

So the first thing we have to do is clean up the charcoal, empty all the dead ashes out of the thing, and put the fresh charcoal back in. Did I mention Donald used up the last of the lighter fluid?

So here we have three engineers, a few of cowboys, several college students, and an accountant cogitating on what to do now. The women are hungry, the children are, too. and their ain't enough potato salad and coleslaw to satisfy all those appetites for long.

No problem. I gather up some newspaper and we find some shrub trimmings we can use for kindling. We build us up a nice little fire base, and light it up. the paper burns and the kindling burns down, and we have some passable coals glowing, but the charcoal is not impressed.

One of the nephews, a math major finds the gas can for the lawn tractor, and is about to dump the couple of ounces of gasoline on top of the pile, before he is stopped.

Now, it occurs to me that we have another option. Peggy's husband, Pablo, is a stroke victim, and while he can't talk, he has been watching all of this. He catches my attention and holds up his oxygen hose.

So, yes, we can feed the Oxygen up through one of the vents, and it will give the coals a better burn rate. helping the charcoal get going a bit faster.

So, we do just that.

We have a few briquets now beginning to glow. about this time, though, the plastic hose reaches a combustible temperature, and begins to, well, combust.

Suddenly, out from the bottom of the grill drops the burning end of Pablo's Oxygen feed tube, and it very rapidly begins evaporating as the flame works its way towards Pablo's Oxygen bottle, looking just like the burning fuse in that Clint Eastwood movie.

Well just about everybody starts running for cover, except, of course Pablo. Unfortunately for him, the oxygen bottle is on the back of his wheelchair on the his bad side.

I grabbed the hose and kinked it, shutting off the flow of most of the Oxygen, for the moment. my grandson, realizes that he can help, and grabs his scout knife, and cuts the burning end off the hose, saving the day. Fred, Pablo's youngest, for good measure, gives the Oxygen regulator a twist, and all returns to normal, or a reasonable facsimile thereof.

Fortunately, we now had enough briquets heated to proper temps, and after about twenty minutes, we were able to spread the fire out and bring out the burgers. Lunch was a bit late, but All had their fill.

Donald was never put in charge of the grill again.

Post by **Oscar Namechange** » Mon Jan 20, 2014 7:32 pm

What a fantastic example ? You made my night... Thanks for sharing that... Poor Pablo :wah:

Bruv · Post by **Bruv** » Tue Jan 21, 2014 5:54 am

Every body knows a Donald.

I used to have to mix an adhesive, in one of my many jobs.

Normal practice was to put one tin of a two part mix into a vice, scoop the hardener on top of it, then using a spiral whisk/mixing rod in a hand drill agitate the mixture in the tin in the vice until it was of the right consistancy.

My brilliant idea was to use a pillar drilll, by putting the mixing spiral into its jaws, I wouldn't have to wrestle with the power drill, the pillar drill would do all the work.

It was a clever idea..........................until such time as the mixing was finished.

Now I had both hands gripping the container, the mix was perfect, but I couldn't let go to turn off the pillar drill .............I was alone,and they weren't due back for hours.

My hands began to ache, I was loosing grip.......panicking a bit.......I had to snatch the tin away from the spinning mixing spiral.

All the surounding area was coated with streaks of this foul smelling grey mixture, it drew a line across my shirt, my wrists and spread across the wall behind the drill, it was being discovered many months later.

You can all call me Donald if you must.

Post by **Oscar Namechange** » Tue Jan 21, 2014 10:12 am

Bruv;1445293 wrote: Every body knows a Donald.

I used to have to mix an adhesive, in one of my many jobs.

Normal practice was to put one tin of a two part mix into a vice, scoop the hardener on top of it, then using a spiral whisk/mixing rod in a hand drill agitate the mixture in the tin in the vice until it was of the right consistancy.

My brilliant idea was to use a pillar drilll, by putting the mixing spiral into its jaws, I wouldn't have to wrestle with the power drill, the pillar drill would do all the work.

It was a clever idea..........................until such time as the mixing was finished.

Now I had both hands gripping the container, the mix was perfect, but I couldn't let go to turn off the pillar drill .............I was alone,and they weren't due back for hours.

My hands began to ache, I was loosing grip.......panicking a bit.......I had to snatch the tin away from the spinning mixing spiral.

All the surounding area was coated with streaks of this foul smelling grey mixture, it drew a line across my shirt, my wrists and spread across the wall behind the drill, it was being discovered many months later.

You can all call me Donald if you must. Typical man :wah:

Donut