This is news to me. I thought everything that was in the back of the fridge is suppose to freeze – - cheese, veggies, lettuce, everything and anything. I was reading The Haggler, the New York Times column written by David Segal, and I came across a Whirlpool update: ” I wanted to let you know that the new refrigerator was delivered on Tuesday. And it sounds like a normal fridge! Also, I put a bag of lettuce toward the back of the fridge and it didn’t freeze.“
WHAT?!? Is this is a joke? I had my own nightmare of a fridge and after a year of constant repairs (the water dispenser kept freezing) I finally connected with a wonderful helpful rep on the phone and she actually had it replaced. I wanted to write a nice letter to her supervisor but I was afraid they would fire her for replacing the fridge . . . since absolutely no one else I spoke with would do anything except send a repair person over with lots of sticky tape! Read my February 23, 2011 post for details: http://thesommertimes.wordpress.com/tag/kitchenaid-nightmare/
I can’t even begin to tell you how many veggies, cheeses, and just about anything in the back of my fridge has to be thrown out because it all freezes if I leave it in the fridge for more than a day. So I read the column last week, went shopping, bought some chicken cutlets to stir fry, put the package in the bottom drawer and by the next day it was frozen. And when I say bottom drawer I don’t mean the freezer! I still dream of trashing my Kitchenaid fridge and I’ve talked several of my friends out of buying one . . . but, probably, not enough to make a difference.
Spread the word — And the word is NOT Kitchenaid.
“I feel so shallow . . . ” my drew says to me after reading my last blog.
“What, why?” I was distraught. How could my love puppy think this?
“So what’s going on in your blog?” (Apparently, he is not one of my followers.) “Have you mentioned. . .”
“No, I haven’t. After all this is not all about me,” I say as I interrupt him in mid sentence.
So what is he referring to? My weight loss? I lost a lot of weight walking the streets of NYC. As a Licensed Real Estate Salesperson in Manhattan I get to wander all over the city with camera in hand . . . I love the elevator/doorman buildings and I’m mixed on those sixth floor walk-ups . . . except when you find that gem of an apartment at the top. It happens . . . so I hear!
I’m not sure what upset Drew about my post the other day. Was it the squirting grapefruit or the Ask Amy giggle?
OH what a glorious morning . . . my drew is home!
HE: Squirting grapefruit juice all over as he digs into his morning half, while reading the paper and trying to get his stereo to respond. . . which eventually it does — loudly!
ME: Getting first dibs on Ask Amy, drinking coffee, and mentally calculating how old the half dozen eggs are so I can figure out what to make my drew for breakfast. A nice fresh egg that has a strong upright, rich colored yolk shouldn’t be wasted on an omelette. However, I quickly think back and realize that I can’t even remember when I bought these eggs AND Drew has been gone for two weeks.
It’s so upsetting when I flip an egg and the yolks breaks. Happened this week in the apartment. Made eggs for Hannah . . . flipped ‘em and one yolk started leaking. I tried to stop it. The last thing I want to serve is a leaky yolk on a pretty plate. (Come to think of it — we bought those eggs the same time we bought the ones I have at home –My birthday in April.)
So an omelette it was . . . and quite a pretty one.
I drank my banana, peanut butter, almond milk shake, Drew ate his pretty omelette and we read and giggled over Ask Amy!!!!
A lovely morning.
Can’t wait til Drew comes home from his business trip so we can get back to our morning routine: Coffee with Dear Amy.
Last week I went shopping at Century 21. I needed pants — pants to replace the pants I bought last month — pants that were a size smaller than the ones I bought last month. I couldn’t return the large pants (some of which still have tags) because Century 21 won’t accept returns after 30 days. It was Day 32 when I read the back of my receipt to find out this very important bit of information.
So I ran through Century 21 last week — 2 pairs of pants, a large handbag, belt, scarf, and a huge wallet — I was out of there in less than an hour. The bag was large– could hold files, a huge wallet, small notebook, camera, phone, mints, kindle, and assorted other stuff — this bag was way bigger than any bag I ever owned AND it was purple. Unpacked the bag later that day and decide to look online to see if this Kipling bag was a good deal. I check the tag and find out that it’s a diaper bag!!!! Oh, so that’s what those pouches are for — baby bottles! And then I check the side pouch and it opens up to a changing pad!!!! AHHHHH, no this is not what I want. This is going back!!! Next — the cute Betsey Johnson belt that I bought — I cut off the label and peel off the security sticker and with it comes part of the belt. Great! Well now I have two items to return. OMG, I AM babbling…
As soon as I filled my huge wallet with credit cards, tickets, receipts, money etc. I felt grown up. I never owned a huge wallet like this — with a zipper and so many compartments! I’m used to grabbing a credit card and some money and stuffing ‘em in my back pocket and anything else I would give to my drew to hold!
So today I’m on the return line at Century 21 and EVERYBODY, and I mean EVERYBODY on the line has the same type of wallet as I do!!!! Grown ups, grown ups everywhere. Every time I grab my wallet and unzip it I feel so grown up. Don’t get me wrong, it’s kind of nice to be able to actually find what you are looking for. It just takes some getting used to.
And now I find myself wearing a bra all the time. I don’t know when this happened but it did. Of course, it is the first piece of clothing that comes off when I walk in the door. Large handbag — why on earth do I need to carry around a piece of luggage like that? I don’t know but I do . . . sometimes.
So let’s review: A large handbag, a huge wallet, and a bra.
What makes YOU feel grown up?
Thank you Migration Assistant for transferring all my info from old to new Mac — in only a mere 12 plus hours. But now I can’t really seem to use some of these programs. Forget about Quark. Can’t open it. Apparently something is corrupt. And now I want to use Photoshop and it keeps shutting down. Haven’t been able to do much with my brunch photos so for now this will have to do:
Lovely birthday gifts . . . just another body part to add to my collection. This one will have a name — Valerie. She’s wearing the necklace the girls gave me. Getting heavy on the jewelry!!! Okay enough for now. I’m getting my keyboard all greasy from the 99 cent bag of potato chips I bought.