So I shall now discuss my new refrigerator.
We bought it on October 6 and it was delivered 13 days ago. It is an LG, deluxe model with the fridge on top and the freezer on the bottom. Initially I was in LOVE! This fridge is gorgeous, roomy and seemed to have everything we wanted.
Except for the power to freeze my food.
The first twelve days it did an admirable job in the freezer. But then yesterday afternoon we started to notice that things were, well, soggy. Watery popsicles, warm vegetables (without the hassle of microwave cooking). Defrosted lasagna. No more ice. You get the picture.
I called the place where we purchased it and explained that I didn't even have the bill yet but my freezer was dead and could they please get it the hell out of my house and replace it with something that was actually cold? No. Today is Friday and the little appliance guy will come on Monday. (Let's see, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday... FOUR DAYS.) Upon speaking to the afore-mentioned little appliance guy he assured me he would need to order mucho parts which would not come in until next Wednesday at the earliest. (Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday... SIX DAYS.) If you count the days up they equal approximately 50% of the time I have actually had the fridge in my house.
Imagine my delight.
I honestly don't know if they store is going to do the right thing or not. Everyone has been very apologetic but this is really, honestly, the very best they can do. Promise. Pinkie swear. And they'll keep in touch. And reimburse me for the melted ice cream. And I am left with a brand new $1,200 fridge that looks very pretty...
So everybody please hope Monday comes quickly!
Friday, October 26, 2007
Saturday, October 20, 2007
chachaknits: Cheater's lace scarf pattern
Check out this pattern:
chachaknits: Cheater's lace scarf pattern
This pattern inspired me to buy a ball of Karabella Mirage yarn in the mink color. It was lovely! I wanted to knit this pattern for my aunt, but after I started it suddenly looked like something I pulled out of my hairbrush. I will frog it but frogging this stuff is a nightmare because it sticks together and tangles. I think I'm going to try the Cheater's Lace pattern with it instead. So, knitting question #1 - why did this stuff look so terrible on a regular lace pattern? I mean, it's lace yarn! I only did one repeat of the pattern, did I need to do more before it showed up? Or was it the multicolor nature of the yarn? Were my stitches not even enough? I don't want to post a picture of this even with zero people reading it, it's simply too embarrassing to even show to imaginary friends.
chachaknits: Cheater's lace scarf pattern
This pattern inspired me to buy a ball of Karabella Mirage yarn in the mink color. It was lovely! I wanted to knit this pattern for my aunt, but after I started it suddenly looked like something I pulled out of my hairbrush. I will frog it but frogging this stuff is a nightmare because it sticks together and tangles. I think I'm going to try the Cheater's Lace pattern with it instead. So, knitting question #1 - why did this stuff look so terrible on a regular lace pattern? I mean, it's lace yarn! I only did one repeat of the pattern, did I need to do more before it showed up? Or was it the multicolor nature of the yarn? Were my stitches not even enough? I don't want to post a picture of this even with zero people reading it, it's simply too embarrassing to even show to imaginary friends.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Oik. It's been over a year since I posted. Obviously my faithful following of exactly zero people continue to be, well, zero people. Nothing like building on success.
So much has happened in the last year. First, my daughter Elizabeth has been working on overcoming symptoms of Obsessive/Compulsive Disorder. Thank God she doesn't fit all of the diagnostic criteria, the psychologist said it was only a "tendency", but that "tendency" was so incredibly disruptive that she spent a good portion of the last year meeting with him to get a handle on it. If you go back and look at the entry "When Gingerbread Men Attack" you will see it shows all kinds of exciting OCD stuff that I was too dumb to notice at the time. Her kindergarten teacher sat me down and had a hard talk with me, after which I acknowledged that spending the day putting markers up to your hair and freaking out because you might have gotten marker on yourself instead of doing your worksheets and hanging out with the other kids is Not. Normal. Go figure. Fortunately she is doing much, much better and I think her improvement has made a big difference in everyone else's lives, too. We're all happier and more relaxed, for the most part.
Alex, now 2, has become my comic relief. He is currently in L-O-V-E with The Wiggles! Truly, I limit my children's TV viewing like a nice, responsible mother being given a loving pat on the back by a smiling American Academy of Pediatrics. (Who must smoke funny cigarettes at lunch and then come back and recommend children no longer take cold medication. But I digress.) To hear little Alex talk he does nothing but watch TV 24/7! Wiggles this, Wiggles that. I want my Murray shirt! Let's see Little Wiggles! I cut his viewing down to one episode per day (I didn't have the heart to make him go cold turkey) after Elizabeth had a nightmare about a Wiggles picture that came alive and started dancing in her room. My poor husband had the "Music Bug" theme stuck in his head so badly he couldn't sleep one night, and I have had my own sudden, inexplicable urges to grab the MP3 player and let my old friend Prince chase out the occasional lingering refrain of "Toot, Toot, Chugga, Chugga, Big Red Car". (I've found that keeps it from turning into "Toot, toot, Chugga, Chugga, Hit the Bar".)
Of course, I'm all talk! Am I taking Alex to The Wiggles concert next month? You betcha!!! And with a smile on my face! Truthfully, I have nothing but respect for The Wiggles, who do a fantastic job of entertaining the preschool mosh pit facing them wherever they go. (In their Big Red Car. Toot, toot.) I took Elizabeth to their concerts in her day and they put on a great show, they are enormously generous with their time and make a sincere effort to personally meet as many of the kids as possible. Who can argue with that? I simply think they need an antidote for the parents who have heard a few too many "Chugga, Chuggas". I'm just sayin', is all. Plus, once Alex learns to actually pedal his tricycle and gets a little more mobile I think he'll probably try to stalk them. They need alternatives.
I've started working in the last year, mostly from home. I was a music major in college and this year started giving piano lessons to local kids. I'll be honest, at first I did it for the money. I loved music up until my college music experience, when reality hit home and I realized I was not the next Beverly Sills, after which I crashed, burned, did a 180 and went into Social Services. I lost my joy for music and didn't do much of anything with it for almost fifteen years. But then one day I was sitting there watching the world of music open up for the first time for one of my students, and I realized I was having an absolute blast! I just love watching these guys soak things up, watching the "ah-ha" light go on when they do something and understand it for the first time. I had forgotten that music didn't need to be perfect to be beautiful, and these kids helped me remember. How lucky am I?
Oh - and I learned to knit. I have so many knitting questions, I hope real knitters maybe actually read this and I hope I actually write some of the questions down and get answers some day. It's good to have goals, no?
All right, I'm going for the semi-annual blog entry this year! Wish me luck!
So much has happened in the last year. First, my daughter Elizabeth has been working on overcoming symptoms of Obsessive/Compulsive Disorder. Thank God she doesn't fit all of the diagnostic criteria, the psychologist said it was only a "tendency", but that "tendency" was so incredibly disruptive that she spent a good portion of the last year meeting with him to get a handle on it. If you go back and look at the entry "When Gingerbread Men Attack" you will see it shows all kinds of exciting OCD stuff that I was too dumb to notice at the time. Her kindergarten teacher sat me down and had a hard talk with me, after which I acknowledged that spending the day putting markers up to your hair and freaking out because you might have gotten marker on yourself instead of doing your worksheets and hanging out with the other kids is Not. Normal. Go figure. Fortunately she is doing much, much better and I think her improvement has made a big difference in everyone else's lives, too. We're all happier and more relaxed, for the most part.
Alex, now 2, has become my comic relief. He is currently in L-O-V-E with The Wiggles! Truly, I limit my children's TV viewing like a nice, responsible mother being given a loving pat on the back by a smiling American Academy of Pediatrics. (Who must smoke funny cigarettes at lunch and then come back and recommend children no longer take cold medication. But I digress.) To hear little Alex talk he does nothing but watch TV 24/7! Wiggles this, Wiggles that. I want my Murray shirt! Let's see Little Wiggles! I cut his viewing down to one episode per day (I didn't have the heart to make him go cold turkey) after Elizabeth had a nightmare about a Wiggles picture that came alive and started dancing in her room. My poor husband had the "Music Bug" theme stuck in his head so badly he couldn't sleep one night, and I have had my own sudden, inexplicable urges to grab the MP3 player and let my old friend Prince chase out the occasional lingering refrain of "Toot, Toot, Chugga, Chugga, Big Red Car". (I've found that keeps it from turning into "Toot, toot, Chugga, Chugga, Hit the Bar".)
Of course, I'm all talk! Am I taking Alex to The Wiggles concert next month? You betcha!!! And with a smile on my face! Truthfully, I have nothing but respect for The Wiggles, who do a fantastic job of entertaining the preschool mosh pit facing them wherever they go. (In their Big Red Car. Toot, toot.) I took Elizabeth to their concerts in her day and they put on a great show, they are enormously generous with their time and make a sincere effort to personally meet as many of the kids as possible. Who can argue with that? I simply think they need an antidote for the parents who have heard a few too many "Chugga, Chuggas". I'm just sayin', is all. Plus, once Alex learns to actually pedal his tricycle and gets a little more mobile I think he'll probably try to stalk them. They need alternatives.
I've started working in the last year, mostly from home. I was a music major in college and this year started giving piano lessons to local kids. I'll be honest, at first I did it for the money. I loved music up until my college music experience, when reality hit home and I realized I was not the next Beverly Sills, after which I crashed, burned, did a 180 and went into Social Services. I lost my joy for music and didn't do much of anything with it for almost fifteen years. But then one day I was sitting there watching the world of music open up for the first time for one of my students, and I realized I was having an absolute blast! I just love watching these guys soak things up, watching the "ah-ha" light go on when they do something and understand it for the first time. I had forgotten that music didn't need to be perfect to be beautiful, and these kids helped me remember. How lucky am I?
Oh - and I learned to knit. I have so many knitting questions, I hope real knitters maybe actually read this and I hope I actually write some of the questions down and get answers some day. It's good to have goals, no?
All right, I'm going for the semi-annual blog entry this year! Wish me luck!
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