The end of an era

This was taken earlier this year, but it was cute and introduces my topic for the day-washing dishes.



Some background:



We live in a flippin' TRAILER HOUSE-a topic so sore with me right now that I can hardly talk about it. The reality of being true white trash is very raw at the moment....anyway, the place we are living is being torn down in a couple years. That means that they won't put any money into our 'house'.



What happened this weekend:



The disposal broke, and since it's not an essential item the maintenance guy ripped it out. And since the dishwasher won't work without a disposal, they are taking that too. So now we are trailer trash without a dishwasher. Maybe it should be mentioned that the topic of doing dishes has been one of the more taxing marital issues and not one that I wanted to revisit! Sorry if that last comment made anyone uncomfortable, but you are reading my blog and I'm one to hold back on anything. Additionally, the ONLY reason I was willing to move into this dump was because it had a dishwasher. Now I have no reason to live here!



Here's my new favorite quote from the movie Cars: "I'm in hillbilly hell!"


Comments

Jacob said…
sounds like i'd prob. rather live in the basement than o our own in a trailer sans dishwasher.
December 22, 2008 at 8:55 PM
Andrew Walker said…
We've been ok without a dishwasher for several months now but the garbage disposal would be a serious deal breaker for me. We went without both for a year once and it sucked out loud. The problem is how much longer would you be there anyway? Does it make sense to move twice in the next six months?

Time for a puppy. Garbage disposal/pre-rinse cycle all built into one. They can't possibly be enforcing a pet policy now.
December 22, 2008 at 9:05 PM
Andrew Walker said…
You could name the dog Whirlpool
December 22, 2008 at 9:05 PM
Jennifer Walker said…
Brian Ken Taylor is awfully close to Brian Kenmore Taylor...maybe washing dishes is his destiny!
December 24, 2008 at 1:00 PM
Unknown said…
That's so funny-I was just telling Brian that we should name the future dog 'Kenmore' and call him Ken for short. Then we could get a girl dog and name her Barbie.
December 25, 2008 at 7:05 PM
m--e said…
Hang in there - I had an issue with us living in a trailer too! (It had neither a dishwasher nor a garbage disposal, btw.)

Just think of what Mater says when he's in the helicopter: "I'm happier than a tornado in a trailer park!"
December 25, 2008 at 9:47 PM
NW Harbert's said…
Carrie, I found your blog through Jennifer's. I hope you don't mind me crashing your site. I would love to keep up, better than the once in a blue moon bit that we have going on right now. I love hearing from you guys. Thanks for the framed embroidary that you made for Payton, I love it!
And about the dishwasher and disposal bit, I could do the no dishwasher if someone else would dry and put away. The no disposal, yah I am with Andy on that, it would be a deal breaker. We did no dishwasher most of my growing up years, and also 3 years at BYU.
December 26, 2008 at 12:51 PM
Unknown said…
Thanks for the support, guys!

Hi Heather!
December 26, 2008 at 7:08 PM
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