tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post6050185466652523138..comments2023-10-07T03:12:02.883-04:00Comments on Suburban Matron: These Trials Are Sent To Test UsBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06517252487552392654noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-54836069167261997672011-09-15T12:48:59.266-04:002011-09-15T12:48:59.266-04:00Oh, I love the Boxcar Children! Your daughter has...Oh, I love the Boxcar Children! Your daughter has fantastic literary taste!Jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07135909323146139900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-64410162367698220602011-09-14T19:50:00.798-04:002011-09-14T19:50:00.798-04:00Did Laura realize that she was being so funny? Tha...Did Laura realize that she was being so funny? That kids is your daughter for sure.Jennihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03776942311638100226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-8386036820212492092011-09-13T23:57:31.889-04:002011-09-13T23:57:31.889-04:00I hate it when appliances break because usually I ...I hate it when appliances break because usually I had OTHER plans for those C notes. Like multiple pairs of shoes, or airplane tickets, or anything besides a frackin' stove or 'frig or dishwasher. I hope they can fix it.laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02734604996634663930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-19762202114743926772011-09-13T23:20:34.106-04:002011-09-13T23:20:34.106-04:00Same thing happened to us. The popsiicles? Were ...Same thing happened to us. The popsiicles? Were like arrows of death when I opened the fridge. Good luck!!!The Stiletto Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10206822797293852486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-7921471958405420682011-09-13T21:41:48.659-04:002011-09-13T21:41:48.659-04:00AlGal, if only every exploding toilet could lead t...AlGal, if only every exploding toilet could lead to a moment like that! I know exactly what you mean though. After something bad happens, the ordinary is so welcome, even if it's an annoying task. Totally.<br /><br />Marsha. OMG THREE WEEKS?!? We need to organize some kind of letter writing campaign or viral social media protest. That is beyond.Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06517252487552392654noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-51840813775810974402011-09-13T18:21:52.950-04:002011-09-13T18:21:52.950-04:00Gah! That is terrible. We went through that with o...Gah! That is terrible. We went through that with our fridge at the old house. I panicked and went online and paid a couple hundred dollars for the extended warranty. Then we left it unplugged overnight and it worked the next day. I guess the coils (or whatever fridges use) got frozen and defrosting it fixed the issue. Maybe give that a try?<br /><br />Good luck.Caseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13477976300026766137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-27444976342370494822011-09-13T15:30:50.232-04:002011-09-13T15:30:50.232-04:00hmm, when I had that experience, the repair guy lo...hmm, when I had that experience, the repair guy looked at it for two minutes and then turned to me and said "What color do you want for your new fridge?" This was a week before xmas too. Not happy.My Kids' Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07568872428132909098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-33260271999625037242011-09-13T10:57:57.767-04:002011-09-13T10:57:57.767-04:00This reminded me of the time my husband was out of...This reminded me of the time my husband was out of the country and our downstairs toilet exploded all over the place. Normally that fills me with dread (and whining) but this happened right after the earthquake in Haiti, and I found myself mopping up the mess and being overwhelmed with gratefulness that I even had a toilet to overflow. And that our plumber (Greg the Plumber! All of the housewives in East Central Indiana swoon over him, and not romantically. He is simply a superhero in plumbers' clothing) was on the way, and it would be fixed. It was crazy, but it seriously made my entire day to have that toilet overflow--I have never been more aware of how lucky I am to be living the life that I have. (A year later our master bathroom toilet overflowed while my husband was traveling and I was back to cursing-while-mopping. Sadly, it was not a life-changing mountaintop experience.)AlGalMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10079585115981856591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-42385491564212244072011-09-13T08:35:29.534-04:002011-09-13T08:35:29.534-04:00I am with you, sister.
Only it's my dishwashe...I am with you, sister.<br /><br />Only it's my dishwasher. From what I can gather (I've been too busy getting dishpan hands and fainting delicately to pay <i>much</i> attention) there is a "mother board" on back order and it will be free since the machine is only a month out of warranty. But where is it? No one knows. Meanwhile, this isn't doing my manicure any favors.<br /><br />It's been three weeks.Marshahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01758280217840082486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-13063774287671397682011-09-13T08:08:31.552-04:002011-09-13T08:08:31.552-04:00Oh, CHM that is where I'm living right now. Am...Oh, CHM that is where I'm living right now. Amen!!Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07969357513275063157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-74990313579468526562011-09-13T08:06:44.738-04:002011-09-13T08:06:44.738-04:00My very first blog post was about head lice. At o...My very first blog post was about head lice. At our house we don't need to wait for appliances to break to feel dread. Dread arrives whenever anybody scratches their head.Common Household Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03715969218648104267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-55478449168488247672011-09-13T07:49:20.668-04:002011-09-13T07:49:20.668-04:00I gotta be honest with you... and I recognize that...I gotta be honest with you... and I recognize that I'm tempting fate by admitting this... but I sort of welcome appliance trouble. It gives me the opportunity to bust out my crude stone tools and fix stuff. Although a fridge might be too advanced, I like cracking open the dishwasher/washing machine/HVAC/toilet/etc. and playing doctor. I mean, I'm probably not going to break it any further, and when else does modern man get a chance to play the hero? Luckily, Brenda plays the role of suitably impressed spouse when I actually repair something. It works for us. (Although I also recognize that there's something heroic about writing a check to a qualified fridge repairman.)Hootiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04400434356203181107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-1797147921227142722011-09-13T02:34:09.311-04:002011-09-13T02:34:09.311-04:00I will pray for your fridge and anxiously await th...I will pray for your fridge and anxiously await the reunion with the baby carrots.Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05220334396409452136noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-73642405191078883612011-09-13T02:03:05.230-04:002011-09-13T02:03:05.230-04:00You know, we've got some real problems around ...You know, we've got some real problems around these parts, but I affirm that appliance trouble really gets to me, too.<br /><br />I'm serious. I like to call it bourgeois complaining, but it strikes terror into my own heart.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-34569058614804955732011-09-13T01:47:03.269-04:002011-09-13T01:47:03.269-04:00NOBODY PUTS BABY IN THE BASEMENT!!!
!!!NOBODY PUTS BABY IN THE BASEMENT!!!<br /><br />!!!Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07969357513275063157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-78479887104107628762011-09-13T01:45:04.010-04:002011-09-13T01:45:04.010-04:00Oh, mos def, hot house+no nap=we are dead men walk...Oh, mos def, hot house+no nap=we are dead men walking. <br /><br />And the carrots, that's it, THEY'RE JUST BABIES!Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06517252487552392654noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-22031908269445057922011-09-13T01:40:56.447-04:002011-09-13T01:40:56.447-04:00Oh, these trial-y trials! They will make you stron...Oh, these trial-y trials! They will make you stronger, I know.<br /><br />I get the same sense of dread. For me, it's mostly in the summer when I know it's going to be an exceptionally hot day. Since we have no A/C, I get all stressed: Grace won't be able to nap and will be cranky and then we'll all be sweating and cranky and then no one will sleep ever again and we will all die. Like that.<br /><br />I LOL'ed fer reals when I read the part about the working fridge! Yes, your baby carrots will be lonely without you. But hopefully the separation won't last long. It's like Jesus said, "In this world you will have trouble..." ;)Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07969357513275063157noreply@blogger.com