You'll Be Mine

Why the shot of clean dishes? Why this lame and dull shot you may ask? Although, I do have to ask, have we met??

These clean dishes are load #2 from my FABULOUS and AWESOME brand-spankin' new Bosch dishwasher that Pup and I decided to bite the bullet on last week.

I've moaned in the past about the kitchen appliances we purchased for our kitchen remodel about 2.5 years ago.

LG you suck. You really do.

The appliance that perhaps sucked the most was the dishwasher.

Dishes would go in cleaner than when they came out. Glasses were foggy, junk was caked on, silverware was filmy. Yuck and ish.

A few months back I gave up on the thing and started washing dishes by hand, which is kinda gratifying in a weird way. Drying with a towel and making every thing sparkly.

I started storing disparate things in the dishwasher.

"Where are George's pig ears?" Pup asks. In the dishwasher!
"Where is the sink drainer?" Pup asks. In the dishwasher!
"Where is my stack of Playboys?" Pup asks. In the dishwasher!

Hey, storage is storage I say.

I leave last Friday morning for work right when the appliance guy is showing up to install my new gorgeous Borsh. I'm excited!

Pup calls me halfway to work.

"Babe, you're never going to believe why our old dishwasher didn't work."

"Why?" I ask.

"It was hooked up to cold water only."

"Pardon me?"

"Yep, cold water only. The guy was totally scratching his head."

Sigh

For over two years I've been bitching and moaning about this piece of crapski and this is the reason?

I stand by my opinion. LG you suck!

Tell Her She's Lovely

Over the weekend Pup and I had millions of projects (as per usual) and made progress in spite of the fact I spent most of Saturday with Bella at a baby shower she was hosting for one of her friends.

The long-time friend is a redhead. She has enough power surging through her to light half of the smallish suburb of Minneapolis where I live.

I curse myself for not taking several BlackBerry shots of this amazing Lego world she has built. Every little Lego was placed by her own redheaded hand! It was truly amazing.

Cut to yesterday. We are happily working away on our separate projects; Pup in the office sorting and filing from his Season and me in the dungeon finally sorting through the rack and ruin left from the remodel. I am slower than the comeback of El Chicano.

I have the radio on keeping me company while I vacuum up dead bugs (gross) and I hear sirens going in the 'hood. I turn on the TV and there is an explosion of tornados. Our area being listed in particular.

Pup scoops up the pets, including Lorenzo's DK, and lobs them into the dungeon. The cats are not happy.

Poor George is afraid of storms so he's actually okay with being in the dungeon with me where it is quieter.

The harder pet to round up is Pup. I'm shouting updates up at him of the path's touchdowns and he's reassuring me over and over that he will actually join us soon in the basement.

He climbs down bearing snacks and coke. What a man.

It lasted just a few minutes. Damage reported as close to our house as 1.5 blocks away.

We are safe and untouched.

I'm a weird woman. I can always tell when we're going to be absolutely fine. Maybe it's intuition. Maybe it's delusion. I knew we'd be fine.

Bella and The Big B live a few blocks from us and they were fine as well.

Spending a portion of your afternoon holed up in respective dungeons is better than flying about like Dorothy since I really don't want to follow any damn yellow brick road thank you very very much.

smooches my hooches

Hope your weekends were lovely and quiet!

I Think I Have It

Blogger's Block

That oft noticed, yet not much talked-about affliction.

Could it be because I'm off my meds?

Could it be because my head is empty?

Or could it simply be . . . simply be . . . hmm . . . I had another thought a minute ago.

I got nothing!

Here's what I want to be doing.

This isn't my Jeep. Mine still has winter's hardtop, soon to be summerized (it's on Pup's ever-growing list), but isn't everything about this perfect? I even love the vanity plate and mostly vanity plates are ridiculous.

Smoches my hooches.

Pupism of the Week

Do you think if Calvin's balloon-knot broke free that he would blow about the room like a deflating balloon?

What it is!

I'm so whiny right now I can barely be in the same room with me.

C'est la vie!

Hot Men Friday

Barack Obama

Politics aside, what happened may not be the end of anything, but I'm praying it may be more than a beginning.

If That's a Lamp, I Must Be in Heaven

My BFF from Wisconsin (friends since we were 16! Woot!) came to hang out this past weekend.

We shopped and thrifted and had a cocktail at a place along the river I've been wanting to check out.

But look what they had done to their decor.

Everywhere you looked.

I've drank at this bar many many times back when their reputation wasn't the best. It is located along the river and for some reason (a really good reason truthfully) at night the staff was required to check peeps for guns and knives, but during the day it was delightfully lovely to sit indoors and see the river and in the warm weather sit out on the deck and enjoy the river.

Now, under new management it is AWESOME and I cannot wait to sit outdoors if it ever does become warm around here.

In the meantime, these lamps warmed my cold and mistrustful heart.