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I need to fix the garbage disposal. And by fix the garbage disposal I do mean replace the non-working thing. The other day the thing just up and died. One second the InSinkErator was InSinkErating and the next it was just dimming the lights and making a humming noise. Well, poop. When the heck am I going to make the time to go and, first purchase a new InSinkErator and second, install said garbage disposal. I am a busy man with things to do and people to see. I will translate that last sentence: “Tuesday night.”
On a totally different topic, today Wifey and I met with the pre-school that Little Man will be attending this fall. It was avery nice place that was very clean. Both Wifey and I were impressed with the candor of the woman we spoke with and her knowledge of the comings and goings of that pre-school. Just a really goof feeling overall for the entire space and the people who would be running it. Little Man will most likely love the whole experience of being at the pre-school.
I imagine that after his second trepidacious day there, he will start wanting his dorky parents to drop him off further and further away, so he can bask in the coolness of not being associated with us. When he starts asking for that I am getting a 1988 station wagon with faux wood paneling on the side. I will break him. Oh, yes, I will break him… ummm… forgot myself for a second. Ah, what I am getting at here is that I want to embarrass my kid as much as possible, even if it makes me buy a crappy station wagon. Umm what I mean is, that my kid is growing up.
What really hit me like a ton of bricks was just how much older Little Man is. This little guy is almost 3, and I have no idea how three years have passed in this short of a time frame. How my perception has packed 3 whole years into, at most, a 2 year time frame is absolutely amazing. It seems that it was just a few weeks ago that I was changing his diaper in the hospital. Now I am getting hugs and kisses from a little boy who can say, “I love you, Papa.” Sometimes he hugs me just to wipe the ketchup off his mouth. It is very sweet and yet quite annoying.
Anyway… my little boy will be going to pre-school soon, and while it is a good thing, I am not sure I am quite happy about it.
To Recap:
Australians were robbed in the 93rd
Tuesday night I will be replacing a garbage disposal
I hate replacing garbage disposals
Even though I have never done it before
Little Man is growing up
Much to my chagrin
And eventually his
On a totally different topic, today Wifey and I met with the pre-school that Little Man will be attending this fall. It was avery nice place that was very clean. Both Wifey and I were impressed with the candor of the woman we spoke with and her knowledge of the comings and goings of that pre-school. Just a really goof feeling overall for the entire space and the people who would be running it. Little Man will most likely love the whole experience of being at the pre-school.
I imagine that after his second trepidacious day there, he will start wanting his dorky parents to drop him off further and further away, so he can bask in the coolness of not being associated with us. When he starts asking for that I am getting a 1988 station wagon with faux wood paneling on the side. I will break him. Oh, yes, I will break him… ummm… forgot myself for a second. Ah, what I am getting at here is that I want to embarrass my kid as much as possible, even if it makes me buy a crappy station wagon. Umm what I mean is, that my kid is growing up.
What really hit me like a ton of bricks was just how much older Little Man is. This little guy is almost 3, and I have no idea how three years have passed in this short of a time frame. How my perception has packed 3 whole years into, at most, a 2 year time frame is absolutely amazing. It seems that it was just a few weeks ago that I was changing his diaper in the hospital. Now I am getting hugs and kisses from a little boy who can say, “I love you, Papa.” Sometimes he hugs me just to wipe the ketchup off his mouth. It is very sweet and yet quite annoying.
Anyway… my little boy will be going to pre-school soon, and while it is a good thing, I am not sure I am quite happy about it.
To Recap:
Australians were robbed in the 93rd
Tuesday night I will be replacing a garbage disposal
I hate replacing garbage disposals
Even though I have never done it before
Little Man is growing up
Much to my chagrin
And eventually his
10 Comments:
dude, if you get a woody (a station wagon with faux wood paneling) that would be AWEsome.
-I love woodys (yes I see the joke too)! There was one in national lampoons vacation, classic! we had one as a kid too.
-Is he going to Overbrook? That's where we think we are sending Andie next year.
-There should be a little reset button located on the bottom of the disposer. Sometimes, clicking that will make it work again. In addition, I've head that running ice cubes down the disposer (once its working again) sharpens the blades and therefore makes it easier for older disposals to keep chugging (could be an urban legend though, although a very lame urban legend. Wheres mythbusters when u need em). The bald one and I replaced his old one when he redid his kitchen. Since it wasn't the exact same size, we were messing around with replacing all the plumbing too. Took us a good 8 hours. We did a good job, but damn were we slow.
-Nadolny...
Kim:
We had a "woody" minivan when I was a kid. Ooooh envy me! It was a metallic blue Plymouth Voyager. I hated that thing.
Nadolny:
as to Woody's see above
Yes, we are sending Little Man to Overbrokk, mainly due to their allergen policies and willingness to work with Little Man's asthma.
I have tried the whole reset button thingy, no help. I honestly have no idea why it is not working, ergo the replacement. If they were more expensive and potentially more difficult to install, I would probably be more reluctant to tackle it.
Rest assured that when I go to purchase the new disposal, I will be armed with all sorts of dimensions of the current unit. I do not have the time nor the effort to take eight hours for a disposal.
I think the no-fail way of thoroughly embarrasing Little Man would be to take him to school in your pajamas and really old, dirty bunny slippers, and make a big fuss over wiping his nose. Now THAT should leave a nice, big emotional scar for him to remember you by.
[I apologise: feeling mean of late]
Man, I don't know where to begin! First, I guess the worst part of not having children is having to go outside the family to emotionally scar someone. That's not so bad, except you don't get to see the long-term effects of your work. I wish I had a kid.
Oh, and I love woodys too. And that's a type of car, you say?
As to the disposal, before you go out and buy a new one, the blades might just be wrapped with bad things like potato skins and such. Stick your hand down in there and while wifey flicks the switch, try feeling if there's anything slimy clogging the unit.
Jude:
this seems less like "advice" and more like "tortured memory."
Anon:
Wifey has smaller hands, I will let her know what you recommended.
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Anonymous, if that is truly who you are:
My wicked needs are more about hurting my wife's impressions of you than being about anything else. Plus, I do not think she really needs a torrid platonic affair, but she is her own woman, so I will pass your offer along.
Today, I received a kiss from my 3-year-old which I couldn't feel on account of all the slobber. There was pressure, but no friction. Delicious.
Also, today, I especially like that you removed your own comment just above.
Peefer:
Little Man will not give me a kiss due to the goatee of Bristlyness, but he will allow me to kiss him on the head. That seems to be the best I can get.
I published the same comment just with an insane amount of typing errors. I have fat fat lazy fingers.
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