Personally I love the plastic jars. My ceramic tile kitchen floor can't bust them (although it's been known to crack a plastic lid or two). I use the empties to pour leftover oil into before throwing them away.
Personally I love the plastic jars. My ceramic tile kitchen floor can't bust them (although it's been known to crack a plastic lid or two). I use the empties to pour leftover oil into before throwing them away.
PrincessFiona60 said:But I have to sterilize the jars in high heat...plastic will warp or melt and I have lost the 32 oz capacity I need to make my solution and keep it sterile. I don't think Shrek wants his saline with mayo...
But I have to sterilize the jars in high heat...plastic will warp or melt and I have lost the 32 oz capacity I need to make my solution and keep it sterile. I don't think Shrek wants his saline with mayo...
Yes. BBQ sauce sounds more his style. No mayo!
Dawgluver said:That totally stinks, Skittle. I know how much you enjoy working with customers. It's a shame you aren't getting the appreciation or paycheck you deserve.
It will get better, most of us have been broke at one time or another. Glad you're continuing with school!
Skittle68 said:Lol yeah the program I want to go into has about 150 people trying to get in and they only accept 12. It's not a waiting list, not first come first serve, they pick 12 people. I'm going to a seminar in July that is just to tell us what to do to improve our chances of being accepted, which will hopefully discourage enough people to improve my odds (if I even decide I want to take my chances after that), then I have to take a year of prerequisites before I can even apply. So we will see about that too. Yet another wrench in the gears. Bf says life is never easy, but can you blame me for wanting it to be??
Skittle68 said:I'm hoping being older and more mature will help my chances, rather than that being out of school for 8 years will hurt them ha ha
Dawgluver said:What program are you looking at?
Sonography. It seems like it would be a good fit for me because you need good people skills, it's interesting and you need to use your brain, and you don't have to deal with blood or needles lol. I'm thinking if I don't get in the first try I will go into x-ray instead, and try again the next year.
The downstairs toilet is working.The downstairs toilet won't flush, because the tank won't fill. The flapper is old and wrinkly. I bought a new flapper, but that hasn't fixed the problem. I bought a case of beer. Stirling was too tired to bring the case in from the car and up the stairs, so I grabbed four of them. I dropped one in the hallway to my basement door. I mopped it up. I picked up and swept glass. I washed the beer spot to get rid of the beer smell. I stepped on glass. I had two teensy, tiny, little pieces of glass in my foot and it was a bugger to get them out. Heck, it was hard to find them. I have air conditioning, but it isn't really keeping up with the heat. It's definitely hotter outside, but it's not wonderfully comfortable inside.
Okay, enough crabbing for now. I feel better.
Sigh. No good deed goes unpunished.
Called Mom today following our Mpls vacay last week. She's home now. We could only stay till Tuesday, Mom was at Baby Bro's till Saturday.
Got an earful about how we abandoned her, went off on our own to Costco without her, we didn't stay long enough at Baby Bro's, didn't get to the house early enough, left her with the DIL who ignored her, etc. etc.
I did not remind her of having to clean up the bathroom after she got sick. She slept through the first couple of days. I did not remind her of the wheelchairs I got for her, only to have her cancel them, then we had to reorder them. I booked her the wrong seats on the plane. Picked her up when she slid on the stairs at Baby Bro's. Played Step'n'Fetchit when she wanted her milk, toast, Coke, bought and lit her cigs for her, which weren't the right kind, BTW.
Her blasting really caught me off-guard. All I could say was, "Sorry you feel that way.". Reminds me of Festevus, and her airing all of her grievances. I may get her a pole.
Shriek!!!! Screammmm!!!
Hokay, I feel better now.
PrincessFiona60 said:I'm so glad my parents are reasonable and my MIL was the same, reasonable. I got lucky!
I will have to hear the story of the normal parents sometime, PF.
PrincessFiona60 said:I didn't say normal...reasonable is the word I used... Mom is just like me only 17 years older, Dad is 18 years older and he's just like me, but is really smart in math.
So you all grew up together!