January: January started off the shits with regular work-inspired panic attacks, sleeplessness, anxiety, etc. I discovered the joy that is wearing sweatpants. Peter and I decided to start thinking about shopping for a...
Christmas was wonderful this year. Zero drama, lots of board games, 5,000 extra calories per day, and enough booze to float a barge. And now it's over, and I've been in a steady...
The past few weeks have been a mega-emotional, sleep-deprived sprint to the end of the year fueled by caffeine, alcohol, and apparently, based on the volume of tears shed, hormones. Every minute has...
1. Dogs do not go to university. Fun fact: if you have a baby today, the projected cost of his or her tuition at a public university for four years is $257,113 (a...
When I was a little 'un, I loved me some Kraft Dinner. I demanded it for every meal. The way my parents tell it, I sometimes ate it for lunch and supper for...
I have been listening to the 24/7 Christmas music radio channel for a week now, in the car, at work, at home, everywhere I go. This means I have heard every Christmas song...
Today's Ten on Tuesday questions can be found here!1. What is your favorite kind of cheese?I have to pick just one? But...but I don't want to hurt the others' feelings. I love my...
I have been reading Reverb 10 posts on a lot of blogs since December began, half wishing I was participating and half secretly grateful I hadn't signed up for yet another venture that...
...these are a few of my favourite things.[+] a thin-crust cheese pizza and a (big) glass of red wine after a long day at work[+] A Charlie Brown Christmas, The Grinch (the old...
My shopping habits have changed dramatically since we moved to suburbia extraordinaire in July, and by 'changed', I mean 'disappeared'. Gone are the days of leaving our apartment building and walking for less...
It's Ten on Tuesday time! This excites me because I'm not sure if I have enough fodder for a post today. I considered writing about the following things: -the fact that my grocery...
It's been less than a week and we're all still adjusting to life with a dog - the dog is adjusting too. He went from shy, meek, mild little shadow to hellion extraordinaire...
This is my first time ever completing the Ten on Tuesday, as seen on Chelsea's Roots and Rings blog. It's no secret that I love any kind of themed weekly post. Friday Fives,...
This was the best weekend ever for many reasons. There was a Christmas parade, holiday lattes, a delicious Italian dinner out, 4-wheeling, and snow. Best of all? We added a new puppy to...
Listen, dishwasher, I've got some stuff to get off my chest. Some of it's not going to be easy, but hear me out, and save your questions for the end.
First and foremost, let me say I'm not too impressed by your so-called "performance" from this morning. I feel that you failed to perform your assigned duties satisfactorily. Essentially, it's supposed to work like this: we put the dirty dishes in. You wash them, and dry them, and you give them back to us clean. Not spotty, not with food still on them, but clean. Sparkling and shiny and ready to put back in the cupboards and drawers. Ready to eat off of without being able to identify what the last meal served on them was. Simples. It shouldn't take you two washes to get things clean. You're slipping, dishwasher. You're not holding up your end of the deal.
Basically, you have one job. Wash the dishes. It isn't your job to flip glasses upside down and fill them with grungy, gritty water for us to spill all over the floor and ourselves when we aren't paying attention. It isn't your job to throw fucking rice around and stick it to other cups and bowls. When we open you up, we shouldn't have to wonder, "did we actually turn this thing on?" or "what kind of a piece of shit dishwasher is this????" We put dirty dishes in. We put soap in. We turn you on. You only have to handle the washing part. COMPRENDE? It's not rocket science. You're like six months old. You shouldn't be shitting the bed just yet.
Dishwasher, I'm sorry we have to have this talk, but you need to start actually living up to your name and getting these dishes clean. I refuse to be one of those people that washes their dishes by hand before putting them into the dishwasher. When it gets to that point, your time is up. I'll rip you out of the wall faster than you can say Maytag Repairman. You do NOT want to be shown up by a dishcloth and a sink full of soapy water. Now show me what you're capable of. Quit dicking around and get this next load squeaky clean or you're getting the Jet Dry.
Yes, I'm having full-on conversations with our kitchen appliances. You don't talk to inanimate objects? Mmmm hmmm.
First and foremost, let me say I'm not too impressed by your so-called "performance" from this morning. I feel that you failed to perform your assigned duties satisfactorily. Essentially, it's supposed to work like this: we put the dirty dishes in. You wash them, and dry them, and you give them back to us clean. Not spotty, not with food still on them, but clean. Sparkling and shiny and ready to put back in the cupboards and drawers. Ready to eat off of without being able to identify what the last meal served on them was. Simples. It shouldn't take you two washes to get things clean. You're slipping, dishwasher. You're not holding up your end of the deal.
Basically, you have one job. Wash the dishes. It isn't your job to flip glasses upside down and fill them with grungy, gritty water for us to spill all over the floor and ourselves when we aren't paying attention. It isn't your job to throw fucking rice around and stick it to other cups and bowls. When we open you up, we shouldn't have to wonder, "did we actually turn this thing on?" or "what kind of a piece of shit dishwasher is this????" We put dirty dishes in. We put soap in. We turn you on. You only have to handle the washing part. COMPRENDE? It's not rocket science. You're like six months old. You shouldn't be shitting the bed just yet.
Dishwasher, I'm sorry we have to have this talk, but you need to start actually living up to your name and getting these dishes clean. I refuse to be one of those people that washes their dishes by hand before putting them into the dishwasher. When it gets to that point, your time is up. I'll rip you out of the wall faster than you can say Maytag Repairman. You do NOT want to be shown up by a dishcloth and a sink full of soapy water. Now show me what you're capable of. Quit dicking around and get this next load squeaky clean or you're getting the Jet Dry.
Yes, I'm having full-on conversations with our kitchen appliances. You don't talk to inanimate objects? Mmmm hmmm.
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...so I'm dialing it in today, and you get the newest Keenan Cahill YouTube video - this time with a special guest. I love this kid. He's my favourite YouTuber and he's probably...
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On the weekend, Peter and I celebrated our first anniversary with a trip to the Grand Canyon and Las Vegas, with a stint on Route 66 in between. It was a surprise to...