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It's that time again!
Jan. 17th, 2006 08:27 pmSeason 5 of American Idol!
My guilty guilty pleasure.
I'm sickly addicted.
Soon enough it will be voting time again. Woo hoo!
My guilty guilty pleasure.
I'm sickly addicted.
Soon enough it will be voting time again. Woo hoo!
I've finally finished washing all the sheets, blankets, pillows, towels and anything else that wasn't nailed down or too big to fit in the washer.
I also finally figured out where the lint trap is on my washer. I bought one of the washer/dryer combos - more out of space necessity than that's the one I had to have. I really do like it, but for weeks I've been wondering "where does all the lint go?" It can't all go down the drain. It's also a ventless dryer so basically it evaporates the water from your clothes rather than heating them up to dry them out. I read through the manual front to back, even the Spanish section in case I missed something in English. If you take into consideration that my Spanish SUCKS, then you understand that I was grasping at straws.
Today I found the lint catcher thingy. I heard the washer ding ding ding-ing at me that something was wrong. I thought that the load was probably off balance, so I went to go readjust. NO! I had a different error code. I grabbed the useless manual and turned to the error code troubleshooting section - check for bent section of drain hose or clean out drain filter. There's a drain filter? I check the hose - no kink. I flip through the manual to find where to access the drain filter. That's what that little square box on the front is for. I pry it open like it says and voilå! the drain filter. I followed the directions and pulled out basically a wad of dog and cat hair. No wonder the drain was clogged. Now that I've found this secret compartment, I will be cleaning it on a regular basis.
I also freaked the bejeebers out of myself cleaning out that filter. When I unscrewed the filter, water came pouring out into the floor. I grabbed a towel to wipe up the mess, wiping under the washer in the process. I pushed a black many legged thing, that looked dead, out from under the edge of the washer. I eeked, left the laundry room to go run around the house "ewwwwwww" ing and to find a shoe to make sure it was dead. You know those little black spider rings that people give out at Halloween? Yes, under the washer is where Bella left this one. She is happily playing with it now. I'm sure I'll wake up in the middle of the night with it dropped into my hand when she decides it time to play fetch.
The dog and I made a much needed trip to the vet. All of his shots are updated and he is legal to be in Berkeley. More importantly he has a place to stay while we're gone. We go to a teaching vet clinic, so Dexter gets to be a teaching dog while we're gone. I think he's excited about this because everybody gives him cookies and kisses.
Other than an exciting trip to the library and a jaunt to get dinner, the rest of my day has been uneventful. I still need to vacuum and mop all the floors. Yuck, housework.
I also finally figured out where the lint trap is on my washer. I bought one of the washer/dryer combos - more out of space necessity than that's the one I had to have. I really do like it, but for weeks I've been wondering "where does all the lint go?" It can't all go down the drain. It's also a ventless dryer so basically it evaporates the water from your clothes rather than heating them up to dry them out. I read through the manual front to back, even the Spanish section in case I missed something in English. If you take into consideration that my Spanish SUCKS, then you understand that I was grasping at straws.
Today I found the lint catcher thingy. I heard the washer ding ding ding-ing at me that something was wrong. I thought that the load was probably off balance, so I went to go readjust. NO! I had a different error code. I grabbed the useless manual and turned to the error code troubleshooting section - check for bent section of drain hose or clean out drain filter. There's a drain filter? I check the hose - no kink. I flip through the manual to find where to access the drain filter. That's what that little square box on the front is for. I pry it open like it says and voilå! the drain filter. I followed the directions and pulled out basically a wad of dog and cat hair. No wonder the drain was clogged. Now that I've found this secret compartment, I will be cleaning it on a regular basis.
I also freaked the bejeebers out of myself cleaning out that filter. When I unscrewed the filter, water came pouring out into the floor. I grabbed a towel to wipe up the mess, wiping under the washer in the process. I pushed a black many legged thing, that looked dead, out from under the edge of the washer. I eeked, left the laundry room to go run around the house "ewwwwwww" ing and to find a shoe to make sure it was dead. You know those little black spider rings that people give out at Halloween? Yes, under the washer is where Bella left this one. She is happily playing with it now. I'm sure I'll wake up in the middle of the night with it dropped into my hand when she decides it time to play fetch.
The dog and I made a much needed trip to the vet. All of his shots are updated and he is legal to be in Berkeley. More importantly he has a place to stay while we're gone. We go to a teaching vet clinic, so Dexter gets to be a teaching dog while we're gone. I think he's excited about this because everybody gives him cookies and kisses.
Other than an exciting trip to the library and a jaunt to get dinner, the rest of my day has been uneventful. I still need to vacuum and mop all the floors. Yuck, housework.
I don't get it.
Sep. 27th, 2005 11:20 pmI can't complete an Easy Sudoko puzzle in under 10 minutes, but I can do an Evil one in just over 11 minutes. What's up with that?
I tried to link my score, but it just sends you to a new puzzle.
I tried to link my score, but it just sends you to a new puzzle.
Addiction #5678335
Sep. 27th, 2005 11:11 amThanks to an aquaintance, I am now addicted to Sudoku.
I love crossword puzzles, I love cryptograms and now the Japanese have added numbers to it. Will the madness ever end?
I love crossword puzzles, I love cryptograms and now the Japanese have added numbers to it. Will the madness ever end?
Dishes Galore!
Aug. 18th, 2005 12:49 pmI've spent my morning reorganizing all of my dishes. Let me rephrase, not reorganizing the dishes I use everyday, but my dish-junkie collection.
I really need a china cabinet. I say this after parting with (much pain *gasp*) 4 other sets when we moved into this house. Of course my other addiction is serving bowls and plates. Luckily RTL didn't make me part with all my china and pottery children.
Why didn't I do this when we moved in? RTL did, but her mom has since sent us the rest of Mamete's wedding china. Which I had precariously balanced with the rest of the dishes, so I decided it was time. I also deemed it necessary to have a sugar bowl out for my morning tea. I thought I would have some small coverable container to keep a wee bit of sugar in and not the humongous canister. Out of all my addictions, not a single one. I guess I could have used a tupperware container but that's just so plastic. So I going to actually use one of my pretty pieces. But that involved the reorganization of The Dish Cabinet. After all that hard work I have decided that I need more dishes.
I can hear RTL now freaking out because I'm on the hunt for more dishes. My argument is that you can always use more dishes. Besides, the first set of dishes that her mom sent, most of it ended up in the trash because of the packaging method or lack thereof. I still shed tears over the horror of opening that box. *sniff* More dishes probably aren't necessary. We do have 2 basically complete sets of dishes. I should use the ones that we have more often. I also have to leave room for the ones at my mom's house. I've got my sugar bowl out and it's in use, so I'm just going to be happy about that.
I really need a china cabinet. I say this after parting with (much pain *gasp*) 4 other sets when we moved into this house. Of course my other addiction is serving bowls and plates. Luckily RTL didn't make me part with all my china and pottery children.
Why didn't I do this when we moved in? RTL did, but her mom has since sent us the rest of Mamete's wedding china. Which I had precariously balanced with the rest of the dishes, so I decided it was time. I also deemed it necessary to have a sugar bowl out for my morning tea. I thought I would have some small coverable container to keep a wee bit of sugar in and not the humongous canister. Out of all my addictions, not a single one. I guess I could have used a tupperware container but that's just so plastic. So I going to actually use one of my pretty pieces. But that involved the reorganization of The Dish Cabinet. After all that hard work I have decided that I need more dishes.
I can hear RTL now freaking out because I'm on the hunt for more dishes. My argument is that you can always use more dishes. Besides, the first set of dishes that her mom sent, most of it ended up in the trash because of the packaging method or lack thereof. I still shed tears over the horror of opening that box. *sniff* More dishes probably aren't necessary. We do have 2 basically complete sets of dishes. I should use the ones that we have more often. I also have to leave room for the ones at my mom's house. I've got my sugar bowl out and it's in use, so I'm just going to be happy about that.
Emancipation Proclamation
Jun. 22nd, 2005 11:10 amFor the record, I am obsessed with pop culture and probably have an unhealthy fascination with reality tv. Completely hooked since the first season of Survivor and the short lived Pop Idol, my fascination continues with The Scholar. If you haven't watched or heard of this show, basically it's ten high school seniors competing for a full ride college scholarship.
Not that any of the above was really important, but my comment is based on the last episode of The Scholar.
Don't you learn about the Emancipation Proclamation in elementary school? Isn't it something like 4th or 5th grade when you start with basic US history. And doesn't learning about the Emancipation Proclamation play a pivotal role in learning post-War of Northern Agression history?
No, it wasn't one of the Scholars who didn't know the answer. The task for this episode was to do some community service for a couple of non-profits that work with children, each group got $500 to spend. So the groups asked the kids what kind of things they wanted or needed for the programs. One little boy, approximately 9 or 10 years old asked for better dictionaries so that he could look up big words like Emancipation Proclamation when he read them and then clarified by saying "not that I know what that means."
Huh?! Is this what the public education system has come down to, that kids don't learn basic US History anymore?
Someone, please correct me if I'm wrong about when school kids normally learn about the Emancipation Proclamation. I can't remember not knowing what it is and vividly remember learning how to spell "proclamation" in 4th grade. Of course, I could be wrong in my guestimation of the boy's age, but he was a bit too well spoken to be younger than 8.
Not that any of the above was really important, but my comment is based on the last episode of The Scholar.
Don't you learn about the Emancipation Proclamation in elementary school? Isn't it something like 4th or 5th grade when you start with basic US history. And doesn't learning about the Emancipation Proclamation play a pivotal role in learning post-War of Northern Agression history?
No, it wasn't one of the Scholars who didn't know the answer. The task for this episode was to do some community service for a couple of non-profits that work with children, each group got $500 to spend. So the groups asked the kids what kind of things they wanted or needed for the programs. One little boy, approximately 9 or 10 years old asked for better dictionaries so that he could look up big words like Emancipation Proclamation when he read them and then clarified by saying "not that I know what that means."
Huh?! Is this what the public education system has come down to, that kids don't learn basic US History anymore?
Someone, please correct me if I'm wrong about when school kids normally learn about the Emancipation Proclamation. I can't remember not knowing what it is and vividly remember learning how to spell "proclamation" in 4th grade. Of course, I could be wrong in my guestimation of the boy's age, but he was a bit too well spoken to be younger than 8.
