It is a Frigidaire oven. It has a touchpad control type thing where you decide if you want to bake or broil or clean. It won’t let me bake. The stupid timer comes on and will not turn off unless you turn the little round knob to “off” - in which case you can’t bake.
I have beads to bake. Mr. SCL has to get up at 5 so he has gone to bed. I warned him there may be an oven in the yard when he leaves for work. The last time this oven got the stupids, the website told him it needed a water filter. ??? Where do you install the water filter on an oven?
To top it off, I have a blister or an infection on the tip of my middle finger. Something that hurts this bad ought to bleed!
Do any of you happen to know what compels idiots to yell things out their car (in this case, truck) windows at pedestrians (i.e., me) who are walking along innocently minding their own business? It happened this morning and it’s been bugging me all day even though I know it shouldn’t. I have also been considering possible witty retorts to the yelled remark, though too late to do any good.
First of all, you’ve mentioned this before. This really pisses me right off. I don’t understand this either. I’ve had the occasional thing yelled at me too. I want to chuck a rock through their window.
Secondly, I FOUND A PLACE! I feel like I can sleep again now. It’s a 2-bedroom 1.5 bath in Cohoes, but there’s more. It’s 2 floors, upstairs and downstairs. Lots of windows. And no one above us or below us. A backyard, where I can plant and do things. It’s in a nice and obviously very old Polish-Romanian neighborhood. We were just over there for two hours and it’s very quiet. On-street parking, but even right after work we found plenty of room. And a basement (although the basement is a bit spooky) for extra storage.
And all this for $650 a month. When we were looking at $730 *minimum *to find the equivalant. And no lease, so we can fly anytime we want.
Whew. wipes forehead I was getting so stressed.
Seriously, 2 floors! I am really ecstatic about that…it’s the closest thing we’ll be getting to a house for a while. And with a great deal of old-world charm - the building facade is brick. We introduced ourselves to a couple of people in the neighborhood and they seem nice.
So, we signed for it. PARTY TIME! We can start moving in any time, and first we will plan to clean from top to bottom.
I just don’t this whole yelling thing. Or insulting people, in general. If I’m making fun of someone, it’s very gently and only for something that I obviously admire about the person…hmm, maybe that was the case here?
Ya know, Tel, I’ve had this happen several times in my life and I don’t get it. I chalk it up to lower-than-average-IQ’d males who think this somehow makes them really macho. Makes me mad every time, but I ignore it. Cuz you never know who’ll react badly. So I mentally flip them off and call down curses upon them and their…ahem…reproductive equipment. And call out their parents for raising them wrong. And all that sort of stuff.
OK…so, while I was mowin’ and weedin’ (I was highly productive, although I did the absolute minimum to make my lawn less embarrassing), I thought of all the things I forgot in my previous post (I’m still getting over the weekend outage by feeling a need to bla bla bla even more than usual).
Anyhoo, yay for DH’s new job!!! Yay! How long does it take for unemployment to kick in in CA? Don’t they have any way to speed it up?
dogb, I’ve always really liked café con leche, ever since I was a little kid. My grandma used to let me have a small serving made with decaf. (This was before my mother became radically anti-caffeine; she tends to cringe when I drink coffee, even decaf.) I’m generally a coffee snob (grind my own beans, etc.), but for breakfast I require café con leche. Cheap, easy, tasty source of caffeine and calcium and protein and other good stuff.
Oh, and rosie, all I can say is ewwwwwwwwwwwww. At least you found out before it went anywhere. I’m sure your prince is out there somewhere. And if you don’t happen to run into him anytime soon, you’re a lot better off without him than with a slimy icky icky ick of a guy. One of Far-Away Best Friend’s high school teachers was single all of her professional life; I have no idea if she dated. When she turned 65, she retired and got married.
::Makes note not to get Frigidaire when lovely harvest gold Caloric range is replaced.::
Yay for happy Cherry Baby!
Welcome back, sneezy nice to see you and your lovely Texan accent.
Pixisis, is this your first MMP? If so, welcome! (If not, then welcome back!) Oh, and hi Motorgirl! And, while I’m saying hi to people…Hi scout!
And on preview I see Mika and Tel snuck in. Yay for the new place!!! It sounds perfect for you. Of course, we’ll want to see pictures. ASAP.
The stupid oven has decided to work. The beads are baked and are now cooling. I really don’t want to have to replace that oven - I need to replace the countertops and tile and the oven is an expense I haven’t considered. I don’t, however, want to live with an oven which works when and if it decides to do so.
You may be able to just replace the touch pad. It sounds like my MIL’s old oven, they changed out the touch pad, but I don’t remember how much it cost. They remodeled the kitchen 2 months later, and got a new one anyway.
Snakes the problem is your oven is really a refrigerator. The name “Fridgidaire” should have tipped you off.
Mika, YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!! Sounds like a great place. We want pics. Soon.
Tele those are the guys that have never had a date. Of course the reason is obvious. They live in their parents’ basements and still have a ten o’clock curfew. At age 45. Plus their mama’s still buy all their clothes and all their clothes are ugly. And they all have big ol’ ugly butt pimples. All of this is true.
gt that sounds like leche con cafe. Or that weird coffee milk drink from Rhode Island.
It’s hot here too. Ick. Have to water a bit, make lunch, and get dressed. I can do it.
I’m having a “mornings are too early” moment. Had to check to make sure I wasn’t LiLi, since my next thought was something along the lines of “Didn’t we decide mornings couldn’t be early any more?” Determined that I was unable to belly dance and that there were no husbands around. Also, I’m not in Toronto. But, geez, it’s too early and I’d really like to be in bed a while longer.
There’s actually a bit less lactose in the fat milk. Think of it this way, numbers made up:
let’s say there’s a 10% lactose in non-fat milk. Add the 3.2% fat to it: your 10% went down to 9.68% (yes, I know I’m simplyfying the math a bit, I already passed analytical chemistry, thanks)
Not much? Well, let’s take 3.2% off your salary and then we talk…
Lactose can be broken down in two different stages, first by the acid in the stomach and later by the lactase. What we’re missing is the lactase, and this is what (perhaps incorrectly) I think may be the reason why I’m less bothered by lactose when I have it “with something” than when I go back to my old habit of chugging down a couple liters of milk.
They’re selling lactose-free milk here now and I’m SO happy! Trying to convince the whole family of after-breakfast burpers to try it, I’m convinced it could go a long way towards healing a lot of minor tummy problems around here.
gotti I forgot to say earlier that those are some really cool lookin’ buildings. Bet I could come up with some “games” to play in 'em. Course, I bet you already have.
Invariably, it never contains any of the things man REALLY needs to survive. Not once has the wife ever put on there any of the following things:
Little Debbie snack cakes
Beer
Beef Jerky
Gummy Bears (Not Swampy Bears, the carry canes and hit people, and are grumpy as they age.)
Ice Cream
Frozen pizza
Unfrozen pizza
Hot wings
That cheese spread the nice old lady let me sample
Bread for the cheese
Crackers for the cheese
Nacho chips for the cheese
Cheese for the cheese
Salsa
Anything fried
So, of course, being the mighty hunter and provider for my family, I get these things, often forgetting things that are on The List. Them I get criticized for forgetting stuff on The List, and she sends me back out to get them. I will then discover that I forgot something, maybe tortillas, or pie, or cookies. It seems like a never ending cycle sometimes.
As far as the list is concerned, VWife makes it for me, and fills it with non-List items. I look for common sense staples, and she sends me out looking for ice cream and cookies… For that matter, most of the roles in the house are reversed. She hoards the TV remote and is an unrepentant channel surfer; I’m the football widow; guess who cooks and does household chores.
The worst is when she goes to the store with me. I have a fit whenever my weekly bill for 2 people goes over $80; if she’s along for the ride, I can expect $40 over and above. This past weekend, I set an all-time record of $173. I gave her the old stink-eye, and her response was, “We’re just replacing all the stuff that we threw out in moving.”
Yeah, like it was really necessary to replace that case of stale beef jerky to keep our 30 lb dog happy… :rolleyes:
Huh. Mr. Lissar will invariably come back with three cans of sardines and a grim expression. I don’t think he’s reached the point where he recognises that fried foods are available in the grocery store. This is why I never send him grocery shopping.
Of course, I’m not really safe in food stores, either.
Cripes, it’s 28 here, with a humidex of 40. That’s 80 with a heat index of 90, and a high of 105. I hate summer. I will go outside to do laundry very soon, before it gets even hotter.
It appears we’re looking at an actual high of 101, with a heat index closer to 115. I am so not happy about that. :mad: <— That’s me all sunburny and heat strokey.
Thanks for all your good wishes, guys. You really made me feel better… I’m going to bring the camera over tonight and take pics of it while it’s still empty…then I’ll post them soon. We can move in anytime, so we’re going to start cleaning the place top to bottom tonight - I saw a HUGE centipede in there that I shall Terminate with Extreme Prejudice. I understand that it’s been empty, but Mr. Centipede has got to go. Then, by the weekend we should be able to start moving in.
WOOHOO!
Rosie, I missed your comment before. What a jerk. You’re better off. Hey, he was a non-jerk in this one thing - he came completely clean to you instead of stringing you along. So all for the better that you know now.
