It’s early. I’ve been up for a while. I woke up before Tucker did this morning. Cara woke up before I did. She still has diarrhea and her little butt is very raw. Poor baby. Ugg.
Sorry about that; I’m better now. I just haven’t had enough coffee yet. I made that turkey last night and it was fucking awesome! I made garlic smashed potatoes and gravy, corn, green peas and rolls to go along with it; I think I know what I’m having for breakfast.
I was sitting here checking my email just a second ago and heard water running in the kitchen. No big deal since I have the (broken) dishwasher running [more on that in a second]. Well, it was a big deal since water was running out of the sink and all over the kitchen floor. Fun times. When the dishwasher drains, it runs up into the sink just a bit. The dishwasher took some liberty with the “just a bit part”.
That damn dishwasher has been a pain in my ass since we moved here. Initially, the issue was it leaking. I would wash dishes in it, go into the kitchen and end up with sopping wet socks. I would call the maintenance office and they would send someone out to take a look at it. And of course it wouldn’t’ leak when they were here; I resorted to taking pictures of the damn thing. They eventually rigged fixed it.
Now the soap dispenser dealy won’t open. I load the dishes, put in the soap and think that things are good to go. The damn dishwasher runs it’s whole cycle, I think that my dishes are clean and I am wrong. Sad times…sad times indeed. Do you have any idea how disgusting Electrasol tabs are once they get wet. Bleck!
So the maintenance person (I think that it’s a she, but I’m not totally sure…kinda androgynous ) is supposed to be here at some point today; I have no idea what time. I hate it when they do this shit! It’s like the cable company when they tell you that they will be there between 9 am and 7 pm. Thanks for the heads up, guys! It’s not like I’m going anywhere today. but I got some walking shoes yesterday and had every intention of going to the Base today to go walking with Cara. But, since I have no idea when the maintenance person will show, I can’t. Ok. I could go; I don’t technically have to be here. Is it weird though that I don’t like the idea of someone I don’t know being in my place when I’m not here? We kennel the dogs when we’re gone, but what happens if Beck goes bat shit (he has issues) and starts barking and won’t stop? What happens if someone opens the dogs’ kennels and they were to attack whoever opened the kennels; I don’t ever see that happening, but you never know. What if they steal our stuff. More importantly, what if I’m not there to explain why our place is such a wreck…so maybe that’s the real reason.
I’m watching Morning Joe right now and just saw a pretty cool video of Sen. Jim Webb and Sen Lindsey Graham duking it out on Meet the Press. I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t know much about Webb, but I can tell you that I like him. I don’t really have a valid reason other than he’s a fighter and he doesn’t back down; I like that in a politician. Actually I guess I just like that character trait. If you’re passionate about something thing defend your position.
I’m off to get another cup of coffee.