A Domestic Dream and a Clogged Disposal

I learned a lesson yesterday in regards to my garbage disposal… DO NOT put angel hair pasta in it!!!

Yesterday was a half day and so I went to pick up my girl and I had a plan.  I thought we could do a little shop around Target, get some food for dinner and still have time to do homework, clean house and get to youth group!

Oh Kirsten you silly, silly domestic dreamer!

The shopping part of the plan we managed no problem!  When we got to the house to complete the rest of my plan I was feeling pretty confident, we had plenty of time, and I even took a little time to give myself a high-five.

Meg got stuck into her history homework and I started cleaning so I could get things prepped for dinner.  As I got closer to the kitchen a smell hit my nose… Blah! What in the world? Was it the garbage? Nope! The garbage had been taken out that morning.  Where in the world is it coming from?  Not the trash, disposal is empty… It had to be something in the refrigerator!

I opened the door to the fridge only to quickly scrunch up my nose as the smell got a little stronger. Yup! The culprit is in here somewhere!  I started fumbling through the left overs to see which plastic container  had past its prime.  There were three… don’t judge!

I headed over to the garbage disposal to get rid of the soft stuff… that’s my rational for things that can go down the disposal.  Is it soft?  Is it small-ish? Will it jam it?  Well, I was about to be opened up to whole new world of garbage disposal etiquette the hard way.

I started with a small container of something that looked like beef stew, although I don’t remember making any, it went down in a shot, no issues there.  Next I started separating a Ziploc bag sized amount of angel hair pasta and started feeding it into the disposal.  It sounded great at first, the sound of food grinding (insert vocal imitation here) and then a it made a sound I hadn’t heard before like the whirring without the grinding and the water started to fill the sink, a lovely soupy broth that looked abd smelled like a mixture of the two containers I’d tried to empty.

What the…?

I turned the disposal off and put my hand in to feel for anything that might have gotten stuck.  Not a fan of putting my hand in the disposal as it always makes me think of horror movies, but I digress… Nothing! I grabbed the plunger and began working on the sink. For an hour and a half I plunged, emptied and refilled the sink. Did I mention to empty it I had to use a cup, a ladle and then toss it out in the back yard? Not fun and it wasn’t budging!

Finally, I turned to facebook to ask for help!  Two of my friends made me giggle when they suggested I call a SCUBA Gerbil or move house.  Another friend suggested a wire coat hanger, which lead to the ear worm “No more wire hangers!”  Thanks Mommy Dearest!  My husband’s friend suggested I call Erich!  Pfft… I can solve this!  My friend Krystal suggested baking soda and vinegar…  Let me just say on a normal clog I bet this idea is amazing.  However, when I tried it on my clog the pressure was so great I could barely keep the plug in and it was spewing out a volcanic science experiment all over the sink. Another hour passed and I was done.  You win garbage disposal!  I couldn’t get the thing to shift.

I moved on to making dinner and cleaning what I could without the use of my sink, all while grumbling and moaning to myself.  I finished prepping dinner and answered some questions about glacier tills and the Seven Year’s Wars and finally my husband walked through the door.  I explained what I did with many hand gestures and then watched him try the same techniques again to no avail.  Finally he took the pipes apart and… well… that Ziploc bag full of pasta might have been a bit more than I initially thought as it had clogged a good portion of the drain pipe.  Hubby tried to give me a little lecture, but I was so over the whole thing I wasn’t about to hear it.

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Later that evening I googled what not to put down your garbage disposal and to my surprise there was quite a lengthy list and I violate a good 90% of it.  I mean why can’t you put coffee grounds or egg shells down your disposal? I’ve been doing it for ages.  This list is so long it’s almost not worth having a garbage disposal! Anyway, I guess the moral of this story is, unless you’re married to a plumber, be careful what you put down your garbage disposal. Till next time…

It’s All About The Beaver!

I was sitting at my computer browsing pinterest and facebook looking up educational material when Meggers walked up behind me and said in a very proud voice…

“Mommy would you like to see my Beaver?”

Caught off guard I was like what the… what?

I couldn’t help but smile, giggle and maybe even feel a little relieved when I turned around and there proud as anything was Meggers holding a picture of this big beautiful Beaver!

I think it’s actually quite good!

MMM

Stuck Between A Rock And A Happy Place!

It was my anniversary this past Saturday, 11 years married and 13 years together!

 It seems like a long time, but it feels as though it’s gone by so fast.

We often kid each other that repeat offenders do less time!

We’ve been through a lot together and it hasn’t always been easy, but we have a love and respect for one another that seems to keep things moving in the right direction.

Do we get on each others nerves? Yes!  Do we disagree? Absolutely!

But…

Somehow we manage to keep it all together!

Maybe it’s because we find humor in all our glorious dysfunction?

Lord knows we’re far from perfect, but he’s my rock, my best friend and it just seems to work!

No Fart Foods For Mommy!

So last night Meg, Hubby and I were making dinner when Meg came up to me with a piece of paper!

“I wrote a book Mommy!”

“Really?” I said “what’s the title?”

Meg shoved a bright red piece of paper in my face and quickly spurted out the title followed by a cheeky giggle.

“No Fart Foods For Mommy!”

Immediately hubby began to snicker and I could feel a smile start to creep across my face too!

“Really? Hmm… well let’s see it then shall we!”

I took the piece of paper and instantly began to chuckle!

NO FART FOODS FOR MOMMY was written not so neatly across the top of the paper followed by a list…

1. No Lentil Soup

2. No cabbage

3. No beans

Then below the list was this…

In each column I’m apparently grabbing a big bowl of the afore-mentioned “fart foods” and… well it doesn’t take long to guess the sequence of events!

Of course hubby thought it appropriate to break into a fit of laughter! *humph*

Honestly!  Like neither of them fart!   *grin*

All the things I do and this is what I get remembered for? 

 Well I nevah!

 Now pass the lentils! *wink*

 

Hide And Go Seek!

So today we have two birthdays to attend, one for my darling nephew and the other for my dearest brother-in-law… busy, busy, busy.  Both birthday parties have perks, the first… it’s been extremely hot and muggy  (that’s not the perk lol) my nephew is having a pool party. YAY!  Wait… that means I might have to don a swimsuit.. Aaaaaaahhhhh!  Nah I’ll just shove daddy in the pool ~Grin~  The second.. My mother-in-law makes a Fantastic Chocolate, chocolate, Cheesecake for her sons birthdays YUM! My arse thanks you Barbara no wonder I can’t fit into my swimsuit..lol

Anyway on to my original intention for this post!  I was doing my very important blog surfing this morning when Meggers decided she wanted to play hide and seek.  I love hide and seek with meg, we take turns hiding, ask each other for clues which usually consist of a small cough or giggle.

Moo’s hiding skills have gotten much better, she used to do the ostrich thing and just stick her head under something.. blankets, pillow, etc. you get the picture, now she finds closets, tables, and beds to hide in/under.  Great! So we’re playing this morning and here’s how it went.

Munchkin – “Mommy you wanna play hide and seek with me?”

Mommy- “Yeah, sure baby”

Munchkin – “YOU count, I hide” starts running to find her perfect spot.

Mommy – “1,2,3,….20, ready or not here I come”  I start try and find her  “where’s my megger-moo? Under the table.. No!”  I can hear little giggles.  “Meg gimme a clue”

Munchkin – lots of giggles “I’M IN THE SHOWER!”

Daddy and I both laughed.  OK, maybe not so funny for you, but I thought it was super cute!  She cracks me up!  If she’s not giggling exuberantly then she’s telling you her exact coordinates.

Pimple PLEEASE (said in best diva voice)!!

 I thought acne was supposed to go away after your pubescent years.  NOT!  I wake up this morning, walk to the mirror and I have a big, shiny, red pimple on my second chin, yes I have two chins get over it so every time I smile and my chins begin to fold like a pack of hot dogs it’s right there staring back at me.  Ohhh and it’s not the kind you can slather with make up, it’s the kind you commit suicide over skipped school for so the cool boy wouldn’t see it.  Come on.. really god?  Oh I get it this is your sense of humor.. NOT LAUGHING (well maybe a little).  So for the next day or two I’ll be the girl, incognito at the grocery store with the hat, scarf and glasses.