Crockpots and pregnant me don’t get along. (Yes that is an announcement for those who didn’t already know!)

Back story regarding versions 1.0 and 2.0 of this saga: I got two crockpots for our wedding and I used to leave my crockpots on the stove for storage. The first one bit the dust while I was pregnant with Bun because I turned the wrong burner on and it burned to a melt crisp. Same thing happened to the other one during Bamberina’s pregnancy.

So needless to say, I’ve been very, very careful with my now-third crockpot this pregnancy. Fast forward to this morning…

I was fixing breakfast. All week I’ve noticed this spot of liquid on the bottom of my oven that I’ve been meaning to get to, but it’s been kind of nuts. This morning I had the oven on 450 to oven fry our bacon and it got really smoky in here. We turned on the fans and all that and I was thinking that I really should have made time to deal with the oven.

It got smokier and smokier. It had a pretty heavy burning smell. I checked the bacon and it wasn’t burning.

So then I go to slice the bread and I can’t find my bread knife. Of course I can’t find the cinnamon bread that I bought for french toast either so what else is new. In fact half the stuff in this house is “missing” right now. I complain to DH about how I can’t find anything when I suddenly have this flash back…

Early in the week we had Bamberina’s physical therapist coming. I had spent the morning dealing with the fridge and got tired before I could finish washing dishes so I took a nap. I woke up just before the therapist was due and decided to shove everything in the oven. I took everything out the next morning and washed everything up… or so I thought.

“Um, Man o’ the House… I think I know where my bread knife is. It’s IN THE OVEN!”  Sure enough, my beloved bread knife is now a melted mass of plastic and the blade. Doggone it.

So yeah, that’s my stupid pregnancy story for this time. More confirmation that this may be a boy. A knife got ruined instead of a crockpot.

I decided to laugh instead of cry.

The moral of the story: If you’re going to hide dirty dishes in the oven, make sure you get them ALL out before using the oven! ROTFLOL.

My husband sent this to me this morning… I haven’t checked the validity of it, but it was certainly amusing and appropriate given what day it is today! Enjoy!

A U.S. Navy Admiral was attending a naval conference that included Admirals from the U.S. , English, Canadian, Australian and French Navies. At a cocktail reception, he found himself standing with a large group of Officers that included personnel from most of those countries. Everyone was chatting away in English as they sipped their drinks but a French admiral suddenly complained that, whereas Europeans learn many languages, Americans learn only English.’ He then asked, ‘Why is it that we always have to speak English in these conferences rather than speaking French? ‘Without hesitating, the American Admiral replied ‘Maybe it’s because the Brits, Canadians, Aussies and Americans arranged it so you wouldn’t have to speak German.’ You could have heard a pin drop.

We were out from noon until 5:30ish on Saturday. When we got home, we saw the refrigerator and freezer doors open and a not very pleasant smell coming out. Darn it! I had made a small snack before we left and shut the door, but sometimes it bounces back open. This seems to be what happened on Saturday. GRRRRR!

As I was cleaning out the fridge, I began to realize that I had much to be thankful for:

1. I have not done a serious shopping trip in almost three weeks so we didn’t lose much.

2. The milks I had to throw out were expiring today (Monday) and they only had a cup left in them.

3. This happened on Saturday… a non-therapy day.

The amazing thing is the freezer was FINE!!!!!!! Everything in the fridge was warm to the touch, but the freezer was still frozen solid. The ice cubes were still in the correct form and the ice cream looked fine. I served Dan and I each some ice cream and we celebrated God’s graciousness to us.

Note to self: double check the doors before heading out the door.