Tag Archives: kitchen

Out with the Old

July 30, 2011

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Out with the Old

When Brad was still here, he, Lauren and I made a quick trip into Lincoln to… Um… I’m not exactly sure why we went into Lincoln, but I used it as an excuse to look at dishwashers. Lauren was strangely unexcited about the prospect of a new dishwasher. Lauren views dishwashers as a way to […]

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Good grief.

November 26, 2009

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Good grief.

So, I caught some sort of bug, which isn’t surprising considering all the sick children I’ve been around lately. Wednesday night I watched t.v. on the couch until I fell asleep, which is actually one of my favorite things to do. All was well until 1:18. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! […]

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Nice, isn’t it?

June 11, 2009

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Nice, isn't it?

Pity that it doesn’t work. *sigh* This faucet thing is going to take nigh unto forever. We got stuck when the stupid nut that held the old sink down wouldn’t budge, but yesterday evening we finally got it loose, then I had to go to a meeting. Before I left, we put a paper towel […]

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A box of fun

February 11, 2009

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Dnag it, Christina and Paul, you already got us those awesome tickets to see the comedian, and then you also have to go and send a box of wonderfulness. (We still have Christmas presents we haven’t sent yet.) I laughed almost as hard as Karla’s stamps when I saw the book “Tai Chi in a […]

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How I spent my Superbowl.

February 1, 2009

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Not being a big football fan (though I did root for the Steelers, on Harold’s behalf), I tried to get some stuff done around the house.  My brother Mark is going to be here Wednesday and his room is a disaster, so I cleaned out the kitchen cupboards. Lotta mistakes here, folks. Lotta mistakes. How […]

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Dnag it.

November 25, 2008

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Dnag it.

No new oven for me.  Boooooo. In other news, Cricket had a ‘sample’ dropped off at the vet today.  Stupid cat. Why’d she have to make me love her? I’ll keep you posted about  her progress.  *sigh*  Maybe we should just have them both put to sleep and have a long weekend of mourning.  (Well, […]

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