Yesterday my mom stumbled upon some photos of what DIY network has deemed “America’s Worst Kitchen” in the Food Network magazine. Below is a picture of why it’s the worst: “yikes–pink counters!” and “no prep space!”; not included in the picture is the fact that they have a washer/dryer in their kitchen.
Now, the following is a picture of my kitchen.
Notice: it too has pink counters, and once you add in my roommate’s wine rack, my coffeemaker, and the microwave, we too have no prep space. Also notice the dishwasher being held together by duct tape (above); the bottom of my dishwasher would look like that if it hadn’t been for my handy dandy friend who needs to have things straight and thus found a way to attach it with the screw that was already there. In addition, I have no baseboard, an electric stove with coil tops, and an oven that my friends actually find humor in (it looks like something out of a 50’s movie — though it works perfectly, which is great). Another problem with “America’s Worst Kitchen” is that they have a washer/dryer in the kitchen. Let me tell you something: a washer and dryer would actually IMPROVE my kitchen, since my unit is currently washer/dryer-less. And to top it all off, I have MIRROR BACKSPLASH, which not only looks kinda weird, but gets insanely dirty whenever I sautee anything on the stove.
All of this seems to indicate that I, in fact, HAVE America’s Worst Kitchen.
I’m okay with that — it makes me laugh (:
There is a vole living in our window well.
My friend and I noticed something small and cute-looking moving around in there while we were chilling in the basement today, and we ended up watching it try to get out for at least half an hour. It was absolutely ridiculous. Voles don’t actually have eyes, which makes climbing out of a 7x4x4 cement box rather difficult I suppose. It kept sniffing around to see where to go, and apparently its nose was not pleased with most of the window well. It kept trying to claw its way up the cement – it would get about a foot up and then fall down in the snow. But it kept going, trying different tactics like going up the corner or trying to climb up the screen of the window. The screen endeavor was the most successful, but it couldn’t get past the top of the window to scurry to freedom. So an hour later, my sister and her boyfriend saw it and decided to go rescue it, only to climb in the window well and have it hide. So they couldn’t save it. It’s kind of sad actually, it was a really cute little rodent. I am optimistic, however, that one of its many frenzied attempts to escape has been successful. (That is why I used the present tense in the opening sentence).
quote of the day:
me: “Is there such thing as a striped fox?”
friend: “You mean like……………..a zebra?”
I went out to buy a dress today. I found a really great one at department store A, but was thinking it was too pricey. I stopped at department store B on the way out, thinking I’d look around a little on the off chance that they’d have something, but not really expecting to find anything better than at department store A. But…lo and behold, they had (almost) the exact same dress…for $100 less. Which made it very cheap, and still really great. Shopping success: excellent.
Entry for December 24, 25, 26, and 27 is below. In truth, I would be okay with having this be the entry for every day of the year, but it’s especially great now. Merry Christmas, one and all!
“Do not be afraid; for see — I am bringing you good news of great joy for all the people: to you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is the Messiah, the Lord.” -Luke 2:10-11
So as I was packing for our annual Christmas trip to South Dakota, I realized that I only brought home 5 (FIVE) pairs of underwear for my 5-week stint at home.
I’ll either be doing a heck of a lot of laundry in the next few weeks or stopping at Target ASAP. (I guess any more pairs would have pushed me over the 50-lb limit in my suitcase anyway…cf. December 18).
http://www.dearblankpleaseblank.com has been the source of more than a few laughs in the past 4 days. Exhibit A:
Dear windshield wipers,
Can’t touch this.
Sincerely, that little triangle