The Miracle That Is My Dishwasher

Dishwashers. That's right, I dedicate my post to the most useful invention ever created. EVER. I'm dead serious. When I moved in with Rob we were young and in love and excited to be together. However, our little two bedroom house did not possess a dishwasher. We lived in that house for eight years. Eight. Years. We probably would have been a lot happier in our relationship if we had just had a machine to do all of our dish washing.

 I can't explain how fantastic it is to finally have something that just hides the ugly, sticky dishes away in. It's literally a cupboard where you stash your mess until you are ready to push a button and in an hour, boom.. your mess is clean. Imagine explaining that to your great grandparents? The dishwasher would be a serious Jetson-like invention to your great grandparents.

  However, I am ruined for life now that I have tasted the fruits of Eden's Garden; my Kenmore dishwasher. I now make it a goal, a true accomplishment to avoid cleaning anything by hand. There are the exceptions; the wok that is too large or my giant cutting board that I don't want to risk ruining with too many dishwashing washes. I swear I will rearrange the entire dishwasher to fit a tiny bowl that would probably only have taken me a moment to clean by hand. I am ruthless at the idea that I will not ever clean a dish that can be easily stowed away and forgotten in the miracle that is my dishwasher. Loading the dishwasher properly is a fine art. It must be done properly and when I have company over that wants to help I cringe at their loading styles. When I am cooking a big dinner, for Thanksgiving or Christmas, I usually do a couple of loads if I can. By the time we all eat, those dirty gravy smeared plates can head right into their rightful homes.

 Did I take a couple of pictures of my freshly cleaned dishes to show my blogging viewers.. you bet your ass I did! Did I take a selfie with my clean dishes and dishwasher.. but of course. Do I need a life!? .............................maybe.

Monkey See Monkey Do

 It's incredibly crazy how much your little one IF/WHEN you have one.. watches your every move. Alina is our little mini-me. She repeats everything we say.. 'Alina, let's go get you some milk from the kitchen..' To which she replies, 'Go get milk in kitchen?' Or, 'Daddy stinks.. he tooted..!'  'Daddy tooted." Or.. my favourite, "Oh shit!" when I drop something, hit my foot, you name it, I think I must say it often enough. The lady that watches her everyday told me that when the kids drop things or when she drops her food from her tray she replies with an "Oh shit..."  (However, I would like to add that that information was from a few months ago and I'm hoping she isn't still saying it. I haven't asked...)

 As I've mentioned before and the reason why I haven't been blogging for the past several months is because I am in the painful process of getting my certification as a pharmacy technician. I am doing a bridging program that is only offered until December of 2015. So I had to double up my courses and hurry to finish so that I could qualify to take the evaluating, jurisprudence and qualifying exams this year. So far, I have five exams under my belt. (Four finals from the bridging program and I passed!) The evaluating I did last weekend and have to wait ONE MONTH to see if all of my hard work has paid off. If so- onto the next hurdle. My two finals were on March 18 and April 01st then my evaluating was on April 12. So I was studying A LOT and Alina got used to it. Her dad was the main parent on the weekends while I hid away in the basement trying to memorize everything that I could. There were a few times where Alina would run over to my desk and sit in my chair, pretending to use the mouse. Rob asked her what she was doing and she would say, "I'm studying." So there's the proof that I was working hard right there.

There's my girl.. studying.

   Rob has always been very open about his guitars, when it came to Alina. He always let her touch the guitar when he was playing or let her bang on it when she would crawl over to it. There have never been limits with her with it and she definitely respects it. So when he bought her her very own little guitar, she was pretty excited. He has it sitting beside our guitars and I think that makes her feel pretty special and included.

 So there it is, Alina is both of us wrapped into one. Kind of a given, but it's still fun to see happen right before our own eyes.