Happy Saturday and Sears Kenmore LG Review

Hi there, Happy Saturday. It’s a really nice day here. To celebrate, I’m going to go blast the grease off the barbeque. Wish me luck.

Had the Sears refrigerator repair guy here today. We thought we bought a nice fridge a year ago. Wrong. It was an uber-expensive piece of shit. Kenmore Elite branded LG. Model number 795-77572600. French doors, freezer on the bottom, water and ice in the left door. Sounds really nice, eh? Not so much. I mean, it would be except …. Uneven cooling. The bottom shelf cracked – not the glass, the plastic that holds it in. The deli drawer has crappy stress cracks all over it. The icemaker quit working last week. The doors won’t shut unless you hold your mouth right. You need a crowbar to get them open again. The alarm to tell you the door’s still open works about 50 % of the time, so it’s almost but not quite better than not having an alarm at all. Feh. Made in Korea, assembled in Mexico. What does LG stand for? Loser Goods. Lovely Goddess, Liquid Gold, Leftover Garbage. Last Gasp. Luckily, this is the one appliance we bought an extended warranty on. Must have had a premonition.
I’ve heard their phones are quite nice. Maybe they should stick to that Line of Goods.

In other news, Lewi bit me and made me bleed like a stuck pig last night. Little fucker. It was over a squeak toy. We’re going to have to get over that little hump or he’s going to walk with a limp. The dog dissing isn’t working for us. I need to go back and watch how Cesar does it. I’ve seen him fix this exact same problem. Just can’t remember how he did it.
Here’s Lewi and Goob wrestling at my feet, only watch it if you’re bored stiff. It’s just dogs chewing on each other. I think it’s amusing, but I’m easily amused. It gets a little funnier at the end.

One more thing. I wish I was THERE instead of here. This is a good time, we went one year. Nice people, great beer. Beautiful place.

We’re going to the coast next weekend, Son has agreed to come babysit the fur kids for the duration. Party Hardy! Sissy is always so happy when we leave, because she then gets lots of face time with her favorite person in the world. And it’s also the only time she can get on the bed and the couch. I love that she’s smart enough not to do that when we’re here. Only if Son is babysitting.

Ants

Oh, good, I knew things were running a bit too smoothly.  Actually, I’ve been expecting the toilets to back up, so maybe this is good….

We have ants.  In the laundry room and in the bathroom.  They appear periodically (two or three times a year) and we fight them off for a few days, and then we’re ant free until the next onslaught. But they’re here now,  just in time for company.

This house is built on the roots of an old walnut orchard.  I’m sure if I knew how many ants there were under the house, I’d never be able to sleep here again.  Give me zombies any day.

Well, Hell.

Onward and upward, right?  I’m such a basketcase right now (I’m blaming hormones – probably rightly so)  – I was just at the grocery store  and a  blonde little boy an aisle over mashed his finger in his cart whilst sitting under it.  He did that pain cry and his mother unstuck his fingers but he needed to be picked up and he kept howling.  Long story short, IT MADE ME CRY, TOO.  Gawd.  That’s so embarrassing.  I think I’d rather have hot flashes.  I’m going to go drink mass quantities of alcohol to soothe it all away.  Just as soon as I candy these lemons somebody brought me.  Lots of lovely fragrant meyer lemons.

Can I Sit With You?

The blog that goes with the letter (below) is nice – I bought the book, too, it seems like an easy way to help out.  Now I just need grandchildren to share it with.

I was thinking about grandchildren and the lack thereof today.  What will I do with that child’s laptop I bought?  I need a smart, needy 8 year old to fall into my lap.

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Hi Folks,

Looking for that perfect holiday gift, the one that will both please its recipient and make its giver feel good?

Can I Sit With You? is a book co-edited by special needs parents Shannon Des Roches Rosa and Jennifer Byde Myers. It is a collection of stories about schoolyard social experiences, both good and bad. All proceeds from the sale of Can I Sit With You? go directly to SEPTAR, the fledgling Special Education PTA of Redwood City (www.septar.org).

These beautifully written, heartfelt tales should speak to anyone who has ever struggled to fit in with the other kids at school, wondered about feeling different, or felt like no one could possibly understand what they’re going through. We hope they will inspire elementary and middle school students, or at the very least temper their bewilderment as they grapple with issues such as popularity, making friends, puberty, sexual orientation, religion, race, special needs siblings, and bullying.

The stories are told from the point of view of the former students, in their own words. We did not censor the profanities a former eight-year-old screamed at the boys who beat up her special needs brother. There is no preaching or patronizing. As one reviewer wrote, “Perhaps the most important lesson in all of [the stories] is that the writers all survived and grew up to have something to say, and a place to say it.”

We think Can I Sit With You? is a wonderful book. And we would be so grateful for your support. You can purchase the book and have it shipped to you or your friends directly at:

http://www.lulu.com/content/1466612

Happy Holidays,

Shannon and Jennifer

P.S. Can I Sit With You? is also an ongoing blog project. You can discuss any of the stories in the book, read new stories, and submit your own stories at www.CanISitWithYou.org / ciswysubmissions@gmail.com.

Misc

1.  I can’t find my box of special ornaments for the tree.  It’s making me crazy.  I think it means we accidentally threw it out last year.  Could it be??  Oh, sadness, all my carousel animals, the fat cats … On a positive note, all the handmade ornaments from Son when he was little were packed elsewhere and I’ve got them up.

2.  Why Ice Fishing Sucks

3.  We get to book our cabin this coming Wednesday for the October ’08 Blues Cruise.  I’m jazzed!  We’ve spent the morning going over cabins and decks on the MS Ryndham.

4.  I’m trying to wear my new-ish glasses to lessen eye strain.  They are my first bifocals and they’re driving me NUTS.  Gah.

And How Was Your Day?

1. It rained and got cool here today. Thunder and big lightning on the way home! I had to actually close the windows AND put on sweats this evening. HALLELUJAH! I love sweats.
On a slightly less positive note, apparently neither big dog is smart enough to come in out of the rain. They were both soaked to the bone and required some serious towel time to gain entrance to the inside of the house.

2. Wolfgang’s Vault had a concert with Mahavishnu Orchestra from 1973 in their e-mail update today. It’s awesome and Wolfgang’s Vault has a nice interface for listening to these jewels. I LOVE how timeless music has become — or has it always been like that? The medium is magic now.

3. Coolest sentence of the day: “She heard a note being slipped under her hotel door and she experienced the universal mammalian atavistic fear response to nest invasion.”
Hell, I thought it was just me.

That sentence was from William Gibson’s latest book, Spook Country (and I probably misquoted because I’m listening to it, not reading it). I finished it today, and it was extraordinary. As always. I suppose I’ll have to listen to it again right away. His descriptions awe me and rock my world.

4. AAAARRR, Matey! I only got to exchange Piratese with one person at work today. Scurvy Wench beat me to the punch, too. The rest of the day I totally forgot about it in my quest to make the database drop trou for me.

5. Biggest Boner Award (and I don’t mean boner in a good way) Of The Week:
We had to change our door locks today at work and get new keys for everyone.
It seems that our alarm company had a big bag of keys with all their customer addresses and passwords in a company truck. The bag got stolen. Oh, my. Somebody’s gonna get their ass chewed for that. Whew!