Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Fridge is Home

It’s Finally Done!

I wrote this to a friend on June 16, 2006...

"Well, I woke to a puddle of water in front of my refrigerator (aka fridge) on Wednesday. I sopped up the water, struggle to pull the fridge out to get to the water line so I can turn it off. Oh, boy, was it yicky back there. Floating dust bunnies in another pool of water. When you touch them or rope them together, they become those disgusting black yicky balls. Total yuck. Yes, I don’t pull the fridge out to clean like a good caretaker should. I tried shutting of the water line, but the fridge persisted in leaking at the water line that goes into the fridge at the top. Went down to my basement to get some tools and noticed that the water has leaked down to some of the basement ceiling drywall. So I had to called my brother to help save me. He could not come until the next day. So I had to somehow set something up to redirect the drip into a pan instead of dripping into the fridge then on to the floor. That was fun. I missed one overflow and had to sop up the water again. I HATE WATER. Woke up the next day to sop up more water. I could not deal with the drip anymore, so decided to unplug the damn thing. Thank goodness I had cooler to put the frozen stuff in until my brother shows up to help. Open the freezer door and see icicles and ice all over the stuff...note I have a frost free freezer (no need to defrost it at all because there is no ice). Definitely now to unplug as all the ice needs to melt. Ice formed behind the ice maker. Never buy a fridge with automatic ice maker...just asking for trouble. Brother showed up and told me shut off valve needed another good twist to turn off the water. He was going to replace the filter on the water line and told him not to because I was never going to use the ice maker again. I’m going to use the space for more storage. Fridge is working okay now, but I cannot move it back in until I replace the wall molding because it is all rotted. I want to get rid of it incase it turns into mold...big YICK."

On Monday, March 24, 2008, the fridge is finally back in it’s place.

Since the water incident, it’s been kind of sitting in the middle of the kitchen. We’ve not been able to use the entrance between the kitchen and the dining all this time. I’ve been getting a draft in my back everytime I sit at the dining table.

I had to replace the molding before moving the fridge back in. Yes, I did not have, too, but I would have known it was unfinished behind the fridge. This "Honey To Do" item has involved many trips to the Home Depot for molding and tools. It’s not my best work as I got upset with it in the end because one of the walls was slightly bowwed out. This did not permit the molding to line flat against the wall so it could be nailed. BAH!!!! I was going to paint as two pieces needed it. BAH!!! Forget about it. The fridge is going back in.

Pointy’s comment, "Feeling okay? Is it because you got older? Oh you left the terrace door open. No wonder it’s cold in here." Darn. I thought I was good in locking up.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Can't Find a Slip

That’s right. I can’t find a slip. Well, I can, but it’s the not right length. I also came across some old ones. How can you tell they are old? The elastic crunches. If you pull the waist, the elastic justs disintergrate (sp?).

No, it’s still a bit too nippy by me for skirts. Plus, I come home to relax and shorts and capris are my choice of wear. I just got it in my head that skirts and dresses are not for play time. I think I’m slowly changing my mindset about this. Just got to find ones I don’t care that I wreck during play time and does not need the iron.

I need the slip for the Phoenix area because the hot temps are coming. It’s going to be in the mid to high eighties this week. Great weather for skirts and dresses as I walk about 7 blocks between hotel and office. Yes, I still wear them. The legs get to breathe. They travel well and take a lot less room in the suitcase. You know this girl does not do baggage claim.

Yes, some of my skirts still need slips. It just does not feel right. It’s too suggestive when you can see through the skirts/dresses.

Oh well, no time to hunt for the best length. Another thing to add to list of things to do and maybe buy again. I hate shopping.

Saturday, March 8, 2008

Procrastination at Its Finest

I was suppose to do it yesterday. I need to get it done today in case others have to do something. Well, I still have not started. Instead I'm bloggin

I did not do it last night as I had all intentions to do it today. Instead of going to bed promptly, I decided to finish Creation in Death by Nora Roberts. Not that I really need to read it as I read it two months ago. But I started it and just had to finish it

My brain and body must have known I could not sleep in today which usually happens when I read late into the night. I rolled over and it was 5:30am. Too early to get up. Looked at the clock again and it was 6:30am. I couldn't roll around anymore and got up.

Well first things first, breakfast -- tea and Eggo waffles. Done.

Got some PaperbackSwap orders that I have to wrap. Done.

Check the email, Woot and Yugster. Done.

Go through week's worth of mail. Done.

Check the DH BBS and MySpace and Reader list subscriptions. Done.

My sister comes down and we chat. "Are you going out?"

Now, it's late enough and the post office should be open. Packed the books for it's trip.

I decided since I'm out, I will go get Amazing Hot Dog for lunch. I went to their website with the intention of placing an order online. Of course, the website goes down after placing the first item.

"Are you going to the Library?" Why? "Because you have all those books to return." Good idea. Return the books to the library even though they could have waited another week.

So off I go -- Library (got 8 books though I still have 5 to read), Post Office (they only had one teller and 6 people in front of me), Amazing Hot Dog (picked up phone in order).

Got back and now had to eat lunch

Now I have two shipping boxes that need to be unpacked and examined. Done

Check the DH BBS one more time. Done

Oh well, I guess I'm ready to start the project I need to complete. Where did the day go. It's 3:15. Hopefully there are no other interruptions

Friday, March 7, 2008

Some Email Funnies

Turn Off the Cell Phone

How To Tell The Sex of A Fly
A woman walked into the kitchen to find her husband stalking around with a fly swatter.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Hunting flies." he responded.

"Oh! Killing any?" she asked.

"Yep. 3 Males. 2 Females." he replied.

Intrigued, she asked "How can you tell them apart?"

He responded "3 were on a beer can, 2 were on the phone."

New Orleans Crabs
A man boarded an airplane in New Orleans , with a box of frozen crabs.

A female crew member took the box and promised to put it in the crew's refrigerator, which she did.

The man firmly advised her that he was holding her personally responsible for the crabs staying frozen, and proceeded to rant and rave about what would happen if she let the crabs thaw out.

Shortly before landing in New York , she announced to the entire cabin, "Would the gentleman who gave me the crabs in New Orleans , please raise your hand?"

No hand went up, so she took them home and ate them herself.

Escaped Convict
A man escapes from a prison where he's been locked up for 15 years. He breaks into a house to look for money and guns. Inside, he finds a young couple in bed. He orders the guy out of bed and ties him to a chair. While tying the homeowner's wife to the bed, the convict gets on top of her, kisses her neck, then gets up and goes into the bathroom.

While he's in there, the husband whispers over to his wife: "Listen, this guy is an escaped convict. Look at his clothes! He's probably spent a lot of time in jail and hasn't seen a woman in years. I saw how he kissed your neck. If he wants sex, don't resist, don't complain......do whatever he tells you. Satisfy him no matter how much he nauseates you. This guy is obviously very dangerous. If he gets angry, he'll kill us both. Be strong, honey. I love you!"

His wife responds: "He wasn't kissing my neck - he was whispering in my ear. He told me that he's gay, thinks you're cute, and asked if we had any Vaseline. I told him it was in the bathroom. Be strong. I love you, too."