Saturday, June 10, 2006
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Shhhhhhhhh...I'm listening to the dishwasher
Who knew that I would love a kitchen appliance so much?!
Our old, shitty, "wash the dishes before you load them into the dishwasher" dishwasher bit the dust a couple months ago. We bought a brand-spanking-new Kenmore from Sears shortly after that.
Oh. My. God. I had no idea just how crappy our old dishwasher was until we got the new one! I don't have to wash my dishes before I wash my dishes! I don't have to even RINSE them...I just throw them in in all their slimey and dried-on-bits glory Bo-nus. And it's so quiet I can barely stand myself...seriously, the old dishwasher sounded like a truck on your front lawn. The first night we ran it, Jesse and I sat on the couch in total silence and listened to the fucking dishwasher. What has my life become?! LOL
If you ever are presented with the opportunity of aquiring a new dishwasher, I highly recommend it. It's a much more gratifying experience than one might initially imagine!
Our old, shitty, "wash the dishes before you load them into the dishwasher" dishwasher bit the dust a couple months ago. We bought a brand-spanking-new Kenmore from Sears shortly after that.
Oh. My. God. I had no idea just how crappy our old dishwasher was until we got the new one! I don't have to wash my dishes before I wash my dishes! I don't have to even RINSE them...I just throw them in in all their slimey and dried-on-bits glory Bo-nus. And it's so quiet I can barely stand myself...seriously, the old dishwasher sounded like a truck on your front lawn. The first night we ran it, Jesse and I sat on the couch in total silence and listened to the fucking dishwasher. What has my life become?! LOL
If you ever are presented with the opportunity of aquiring a new dishwasher, I highly recommend it. It's a much more gratifying experience than one might initially imagine!
Monday, June 05, 2006
Nostalgia
how i wish we were children again
playing tag, hide-and-go-seek and
kick the can in the endless playground
of an innocent utopia.
where black and white were just that
and there was no grey to complicate our dreams.
when our imaginations reigned supreme
and catching ladybugs in a jam jar
was the highlight of the day.
when we drank the sunshine's nectar
fireflies serenaded us to sleep
with their soothing melody
and as far as the heavens reached
the clouds reflected the images
of the happiness you inspired.
~C. Tite 1999ish
playing tag, hide-and-go-seek and
kick the can in the endless playground
of an innocent utopia.
where black and white were just that
and there was no grey to complicate our dreams.
when our imaginations reigned supreme
and catching ladybugs in a jam jar
was the highlight of the day.
when we drank the sunshine's nectar
fireflies serenaded us to sleep
with their soothing melody
and as far as the heavens reached
the clouds reflected the images
of the happiness you inspired.
~C. Tite 1999ish
Friday, June 02, 2006
June can bite my ass
Jesse left for Invermere for a month yesterday.
Today my car insurance policy was cancelled because my fucking bank sucks ass and bounced my payment out for $1.fucking50.
It's really hot here lately and it's too hot to take small kids out in the middle of the day and I'm trapped inside a hot stuffy house with two 3 year olds and a 1 year old who just learned how to screech at the top of her lungs.
I can't go running because Jesse is in Invermere.
I can't eat chocolate because I' m supposed to be staying away from sweet stuff while I try to get this farking boob/nipple/intestinal yeast crap to go away.
I need to mow the lawn and plant my garden and that's impossible with three kids and a yard that slopes onto a street where people drive around like maniacs even though it's a playground zone.
Wah wah wah. You;d think I was PMSing or something with all this fucking bitching!!
Today my car insurance policy was cancelled because my fucking bank sucks ass and bounced my payment out for $1.fucking50.
It's really hot here lately and it's too hot to take small kids out in the middle of the day and I'm trapped inside a hot stuffy house with two 3 year olds and a 1 year old who just learned how to screech at the top of her lungs.
I can't go running because Jesse is in Invermere.
I can't eat chocolate because I' m supposed to be staying away from sweet stuff while I try to get this farking boob/nipple/intestinal yeast crap to go away.
I need to mow the lawn and plant my garden and that's impossible with three kids and a yard that slopes onto a street where people drive around like maniacs even though it's a playground zone.
Wah wah wah. You;d think I was PMSing or something with all this fucking bitching!!
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