A Blonde Moment

Miss Teen South Carolina's answer to a judge's question on why many Americans can't find their country on a map."I personally believe that U.S. Americans are unable to do so because, uh, some people out there in our nation don't have maps, and, uh, I believe that our education like such as in South Africa and, uh, the Iraq everywhere like, such as and I believe that they should, our education over here in the U.S. should help the U.S., er, should help South Africa and should help the Iraq and the Asian countries, so we will be able to build up our future for our children."

I haven't been blogging as much because I have felt like there's nothing really that has happened that is blogworthy. My husband reminded me of an incident from this weekend and asked if I had blogged about it yet. This blonde moment of mine is blogworthy.

To set this little story up, I have to start share some background knowledge. We received a free dishwasher back in February from a member of Freecycle. I immediately gave up the cabinet space for it. However, the dishwasher just sat and sat. On Christmas Eve, my wonderful hubby decided it would be the perfect time to install the dishwasher. This was his thinking...I am finally going to install that dishwasher. It will be perfect timing with Christmas and we are having guests over for a big Christmas breakfast. Here was my thinking...Are you nuts?!!? I have to cook for the party tonight and the party tomorrow afternoon. I have to clean the house for the 10 or so guests Christmas morning. We have a party at 6. UGH!!!!!! After going to my mom's to cook, Jordan showing up late to the party, cleaning the house late that night, and running the first load of dishes in the dishwasher (which didn't even make it through the entire cycle before messing up), I was frustrated to say the least. We were without hot water in the kitchen sink for the big Christmas breakfast. The day after Christmas, Jordan fixed the dishwasher (since every place was closed late Christmas Eve and Christmas Day).

The first few days that I was home while Jordan was at work, I admit I was a little scared to use the dishwasher. I loaded it anyway, and started the dishwasher-anxiously awaiting something bad to happen. I was so excited when it made it longer than it did the first time without breaking. However, the dishwasher kept running even though the knob had hit off and even past it. I just stopped the dishwasher by opening it. I didn't know why it wouldn't stop. I took the dishes out. They were a little dirty still. I did not want to tell Jordan that the dishwasher wasn't working AGAIN. I hand washed the dishes and didn't say a word. I tried another load. The same thing happened. I kept thinking, "Great, I have a dishwasher, but can't even use it." I couldn't tell Jordan. He was too excited about having installed it and it work. I continued to wash the dishes by hand for a few days. Finally, after a big meal, I loaded the dishwasher one more time. This time when I closed the dishwasher, I made sure all of the right buttons were pushed. I looked very carefully at the dial. Then I saw something that I had never noticed before-A NOTCH. I took a step back and totally felt like an idiot. The dishwasher worked fine. I had not noticed the notch and apparently had been turning the dial looking at the opposite end. Such a BLONDE MOMENT! In my defense, the dishwasher is black and so is the dial. The notch is black too so it doesn't stand out like some dishwashers that are white with gray notches. Maybe I should paint the notch so it's easier to see. I am so glad that I didn't tell Jordan that he needed to fix the dishwasher. I would've felt like more of an idiot if he would've been the one to tell me about the notch.