December 25th, 2007 | 
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I have only had my new dishwasher since February. Stupid thing cost enough, and 6 months later it gives me an error code *LE*
Gee…what’s this? I look in my booklet, nothing. I get online…oh. Now I get it.
Google found:
Apparently all of these stupid, new dishwashers are screwed. Literally.
My dishwasher needs to be completely rewired. Are you joking? Suck it up and send me a new one!
Week 1: I’m stalking the appliance fix it guy to see if he has the parts. They finally call me back and say “hey, why don’t you call LG and see if they’ll expedite the parts”. I call LG, they tell me my fix it man has BAD CREDIT with them and it could take 10 days. I scream, bitch, moan- ok we’ll hurry.
Week 2: we only have 3 of the 4 parts, call LG again Mrs. McDonnell. Ok you are kidding me right? So I call LG and tell them that I hate them, thanks for sucking.
Week 3: (almost 4) guy comes with parts. “gee Mrs. McDonaldddd, they’re all the wrong parts. Guy leaves, I steam. He says, “call LG and report this”.
Week 4: I’m screaming at the LG people because how many friggen times can I give the info, model number, etc? Shit, come on already. LG calls me back and says “we’ve decided to use a new repair company”. GREAT. The old “bad credit guy” had some of the parts!!!!
So here we are, week 5 and new repair guy is waiting on MORE parts.
MAYBE…it will be fixed on week 6.
Did I mention that my brand new cherry red LG washing machine went on the fritz as well?
lesson of the day, LIFE IS NOT GOOD WHEN YOU BUY LG!
Yes….again!
Baby fever hit just after Brinn’s 6 day stay in the Children’s Hospital after the Easter episode. I must be a masochist or something. At the end of April after our trip to Vegas, I told bob how much I wanted another baby. He thought I was completely and totally bonkers. Four kids? Who these days has FOUR kids? We’re not even *really* all that Irish Catholic! He said no.
I had my double hernia operation, and moved on to May. Still a no. June? No. I begged some more during July. Nope, not having it. He would say things like, “maybe in a year or 2.” BUT…we were behaving like Irish Catholics in the birth control department.
Exhibit A:
and that means only 1 thing,
Exhibit B: 
I test + on Tuesday, 9.11.07 at 9am!
I first pee’d on a FRER. Immediately, a tiny, barely visable pink line popped up.
No way. Is it real? No way. I took it over to the bathroom window sill. It was still there. I bent the test to the left, and then to the right. Hmm, maybe I see it still. I rubbed my eyes. I went into the bedroom. I flipped on the light, opened the curtains. Geesh, it’s REALLY light. Is it really a line? I took it apart. Yes, there’s a “sorta line.” Is it a shadow? Don’t get excited.
I hear, BANG *BANG* BANG!!!!!!!!!! Bryce missed the bus. Shit!
I ran downstairs, and let him in. now I have to drive him to school. Hmm, I’ll hit Walgreen’s and get a digital. Those don’t lie, right? This line guessing game is for the birds. I had to pee so bad, but we had to save that liquid gold for when I got home!
Dropped him off, got to Walgreens. Sped home. Peed on test. Pacing. Pacing. Looking, hour glass. Look again, still hour glass. Hasn’t it been like 30 minutes? This is NOT taking 3 minutes. I got in the shower. I figured, that stupid thing will have my result by the time I wash my hair. I get out. I see it stopped blinking. PREGNANT.
I was leaving town that Friday, the 14th for Tara’s baby shower. I took the precious little test, placed it in a shoe box and wrapped it in birthday wrapping paper. Bob came home for lunch and I was packing. He asked what the box was, and I handed it to him.
Happy birthday.
Why birthday? Because his birthday is May 23rd. According to the chart online, it’s my due date.
Sweat started to bead on his forehead. He didn’t need to open it. He sat down, and I started laughing.
