My husband and I are considering some open horizontal shelving in our kitchen, to replace some of our ugly and old cabinets. I love the look of open shelving (we’re thinking three shelves in staggered lengths), especially when dishes are stored on them, but I worry that my dishes will collect dust, and that flies will terrorize them in the summer.

Anyone who has open kitchen shelving? Any up or downsides you’d like to tell me about? Will I have to rinse my dishes before using them?

The other morning I noticed a large puddle of water coming out from under my washer. This puddle appeared after I heard a gurgling sound. Last night I was in the kitchen washing the dishes and was running the washer at the same time, when the wash cycle turned over to the rinse cycle and the water was draining from my washer, it began to bubble up out of my kitchen sink! And it was dirty water too…it looked like stuff was floating in it, like the pipes are dirty inside. Why did this happen? It happened again this morning, that when the wash cycle turns over into the rinse, and the rinse cycle turns over into spin cycle, the water bubbles up out of the kitchen sink. The laundry room is inside the bathroom, which is right next to the kitchen. I imagine all of the pipes are connected somehow. My husband thinks the drain leading from the washer is clogged and told me to pour Draino into it. I do not think that is the answer. Thanks for your help!
Good point about the cold weather. I live in the northeast, and we have had several consecutive days where the temperatures have been in the teens and twenties during the day, then in the single digits at night. Maybe that has something to do with it?

she just started doing it today. when i went into the kitchen, she was on the kitchen counter, nibbling on a bowl from dinner (hamburger helper lasagna flavor, but i don’t think that has anything to do with it). and when i did the dishes, i checked on her and she was up there again. what’s up? help please.

She’s a b.i.t.ch, a lair, and a c.u.n.t?

Okay, so here me out. I have a sister who is 18 months apart from me, and she is such a stool pigeon. Imagine being on watch 24/7 all day, and all night hounding me about what I’m doing trying to get me to slip up, and do something wrong. My mom is always like, "she’s the ”baby’ (WTF at 12 you are not a baby!) and my mom always listens to her more than me, and believes her more than me. And she’s always lying on me. And even when I’m singing a song, and I swear a bit, there she is recording me without me even knowing it, or when i’m yelling at her, and I call her something like: Stupid, ugly, or fat. She records me, without me even really knowing. And then she says something like, "Ha ha you fat dummy, that’s why I got you on record. Your stupid." She says all these rude things, and she never seems to get in trouble! Even when my moms around she’ll say, "You’re stupid," or "You’re fat." And my mom just brushes it off, but I say, "You’re dumb." And my mom is ready to lunge down my throat with a lecture.
And even my dad (who is divorced from my mom, and is an alcoholic) treats her better than me. one day, she just up and decided she wanted a 500$ IPad, and he was ready to get it for her, and then I ask for one 20$ game, and he was like, "It’s not always about you Taylor! You know what, I don’t even want to do this anymore." And he was even drinking then! I was so pissed, I’m always treated like the bald headed step child.

So, today, while my mom was at work, I thought it’d be nice to clean up the house for her. So I started with the kitchen, and my sister got mad because it was her week for kitchen duty. But, it was 12:55 p.m when I started, and my mom gets home from work at 3:30p.m or 4:00p.m (depending on traffic), and I knew due to my sister’s laziness, I knew my mom would go postal on us for not having our jobs done (mine being bathroom duty).
So I started washing the dishes, and my sister was like: "I’m kitchen duty, stop!"
And I then said, "I like my dishes clean, with no food bits left on them. You don’t really know how to wash dishes." Which is true, anytime she washes dishes she doesn’t do it thoroughly, or she puts them in the dish washer, and leaves them in there for a week, so when it’s my turn on kitchen duty I have to take ALL of them out, and do the additional dishes in the sink!
And she didn’t protest, and she walked away to watch Jerseylicious. *shutters* I hate the f.u.c.king show.

Anyways, I’m nearly finished and I’ve completed:

*Sweeping the floor
*Washing every dish, and drying them, and putting them away
*Cleaning the counter top
*Cleaning the refrigerator
*Cleaning the table

and then I was finally going to finish it all off, and be done by putting a pot of tea on the stove for my mom, and mop the floor, and my sister was like: "I know why you’re doing all of this, you want brownie points from mom! Well that’s not going to work, I’m going to help to." and she deviously grins, as she walks across the freshly mopped floor! I begged her nicely to stop, and she kept going, and she was going to cook with her dirty shoes on in the clean kitchen.
She left the kitchen, and said, "Then I’m going to mop the bathroom." (she thought that after she slacked off all day, she could come back in the end and do something minor, and get some type of credit she’s such a loser)

And she knew that was my next destination, and she saw me cleaning in there, and she started mopping before I could sweep! So I say, "Don’t do that, you know you have to sweep first!" And she smiles at me deviously, and says, "Oops, I didn’t know."

So she goes back in the wet/drying kitchen, and started walking around, and going into the refrigerator, to start dinner.

So, I called my mom, and told her my sister was trying to ruin everything! And my mom was like: "let me speak to her,"
And she said, "She’s trying to do everything, and get all the credit! She’s already cooking dinner, she has a pot of rice on the stove, and I want to make the orange chicken! She’s trying not to let me help!"

And I was shouting in the background: "You’re a lair! You know that was a pot of tea." (also, need I remind you my sister is a compulsive lair, and is always making up lies) And then my mom started yelling at me! I get in trouble when I’m trying to help! So she said we both have to stay in our rooms, and not come out until she comes home, so she could figure out how to punish us.

And also, she’s so fake! Anytime she tells on me, she thinks she could come back to me, and be my friend, and come and chat with me in my room, and watch TV with me, like WTF? You can’

I am moving into a new apartment and I have received a set of red and black square dishes and I really like the look of black, red and white and maybe pink together. Does anyone have any ideas or sites with design ideas.Thanks.

my mother has always said (and my dad doesnt argue) that she has "something" that is watching over her, and has given it a name, brittany. everytime my mom gets mad, or upset or insanely irritated, things tend to move, thrown across the room, thrown at people, dishes that were in the cabinets get slammed violently to the floor in the MIDDLE of the room, things of that nature. well, last night my boyfriend and i got into an arguement, as we often do, and it spilled over into today and tonight. so i got irritated from getting the cold shoulder from him all day, and got up saying it was too cold in the living room and i wasnt talking about the temperature, and i stormed into the bedroom. he came in shortly and got his pillow and a blanket to stay on the couch, so i went back into the livingroom to get my laptop and saw the cups cabinet door was open, which is a pet peeve of mine, so when i came back through the kitchen and saw EVERY SINGLE cabinet door open, including the ones too high for him to reach without a stool and the ones that even i cant touch with a stool (im taller) i didnt think about it and commenced to slam them all shut and then said to him that was real adult, and he griped back and i came into the bedroom. he cant reach those. after that a few minutes later one was open again but im pretty sure he was just being stupid that time, but i called my dad and he told me that those things that happened around my mom didnt happen until she was 21, they got married when she was 18. im 21. so hes all into it now and my problem is this kind of stuff freaks me out. i need to be able to look for information on this stuff and idk what im looking for, someone please tell me what i can google to at least get some scientific footing for this, i hate things i cant explain. i need to be able to have something to explain this.

Birthday Sex
Adam was talking to his friend at the bar, and he said, "I don’t know what to get my wife for her birthday – she has everything, and besides, she can afford to buy anything she wants, so I’m stuck." His friend said, "I have an idea! Why don’t you make up a certificate saying she can have 60 minutes of great sex, any way she wants it. She’ll probably be thrilled." Adam decided to listen to his friend’s advice. The next day at the bar his friend said, "Well? Did you take my suggestion?" "Yes, I did," Adam replied. "Did she like it?" "Oh yes! she jumped up , thanked me, kissed me on the forehead and ran out the door, yelling "I’ll be back in an hour!!"

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Poor Duke
A boy was meeting his girlfriend’s parents for the first time for dinner. After dinner, his girlfriend and her mother left the room to do the dishes, leaving him with the father and the dog Duke, who was sitting underneath the boy’s chair. Unfortunately, it was a large dinner and he really had to fart. He stealthily let out a quiet, but audible, fart. "Duke!" the dad yelled. "This is great!" the boy thought. "He thinks the dog is farting!" So he let out another one. "Duke!" the father barked. The boy thought he was homefree so he let everything out at once in a really loud and smelly fart. "Duke! Get out of there before the boy sh*ts on you!"

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None For You
A little boy came down to breakfast. Since he lived on a farm, his mother asked if he had done his chores. “Not yet,” said the little boy. His mother tells him he can’t have any breakfast until he does his chores. Well, he’s a little pissed, so he goes to feed the chickens, and he kicks a chicken. He goes to feed the cows, and he kicks a cow. He goes to feed the pigs, and he kicks a pig. He goes back in for breakfast and his mother gives him a bowl of dry cereal. “How come I don’t get any eggs and bacon? Why don’t I have any milk in my cereal?” he asks. “Well,” his mother says, “I saw you kick a chicken, so you don’t get any eggs. I saw you kick the pig, so you don’t get any bacon, either. I also saw you kick the cow, so you aren’t getting any milk this morning.” Just about then, his father comes down for breakfast, and he kicks the cat as he’s walking into the kitchen. The little boy looks up at his mother with a smile, and says, “Are you going to tell him, or should I?”

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S & M
One day Mom was cleaning Junior’s room and in the closet she found a bondage S&M magazine. This was highly upsetting for her. She hid the magazine until his Father got home and showed it to him. He looked at it and handed it back to her with out a word. So she asked him, "What should we do about this?" Dad looked at her and said, "Well I definately don’t think you should spank him."

Just installed new garbage disposal and kitchen sink won’t drain without being turned on. This causes dishwasher to overflow kitchen sink. I don’t feel like standing at the sink anymore and turning on the disposal every time we need to wash dishes.

I’ve lived in a house for the past 12 months with 6-7 cats. For about this time also, I’ve experienced period stomach pains, fluctuations between diarrhea and constipation and generally feeling unwell. Although in the past I have experienced the stool fluctuations (which were somewhat treated with a healthy diet and exercise, though I always experience these symptoms before menstruation) they seem to have all appeared and gotten worse together.
I have always lived with cats, I own one myself. But here, the litter is not cleaned often enough for 7 cats nor is there enough for all of them (one normal sized litter tray for my cat and one jumbo tub which is approximately 1mx30cmx20cm) and the cats are allowed on the kitchen benches where food is prepared and on all of the tables where we eat. I take my cat to the litter tray at night (she sleeps in my room on her bed) and clean her paws before she comes in my room, I don’t want litter in there. They also walk around where dishes are drying/draining. They basically have full roam of the house, apart from mine and my friend’s bedrooms. Even though we always wipe the surfaces before we makes anything, there could still be harmful bacteria on the surfaces. We also had a huge problem a few months ago with the cats spraying around the kitchen, on my laptop, in the toilet & bathroom and around the house in general.
Apart from my cat, none of these cats are vaccinated, flea treated, wormed … not even groomed. And they are all outside cats.

Apart from the owner being a really irresponsible one, do you think that this has directly affected my health?
I am moving out shortly, for other reasons, but I just wanted to ask the question.

Thanks ^w^

I’ve lived in a house for the past 12 months with 6-7 cats. For about this time also, I’ve experienced period stomach pains, fluctuations between diarrhea and constipation and generally feeling unwell. Although in the past I have experienced the stool fluctuations (which were somewhat treated with a healthy diet and exercise, though I always experience these symptoms before menstruation) they seem to have all appeared and gotten worse together.
I have always lived with cats, I own one myself. But here, the litter is not cleaned often enough for 7 cats nor is there enough for all of them (one normal sized litter tray for my cat and one jumbo tub which is approximately 1mx30cmx20cm) and the cats are allowed on the kitchen benches where food is prepared and on all of the tables where we eat. I take my cat to the litter tray at night (she sleeps in my room on her bed) and clean her paws before she comes in my room, I don’t want litter in there. They also walk around where dishes are drying/draining. They basically have full roam of the house, apart from mine and my friend’s bedrooms. Even though we always wipe the surfaces before we makes anything, there could still be harmful bacteria on the surfaces. We also had a huge problem a few months ago with the cats spraying around the kitchen, on my laptop, in the toilet & bathroom and around the house in general.
Apart from my cat, none of these cats are vaccinated, flea treated, wormed … not even groomed. And they are all outside cats.

Apart from the owner being a really irresponsible one, do you think that this has directly affected my health?
I am moving out shortly, for other reasons, but I just wanted to ask the question.

Thanks ^w^

we are having a smallish southern wedding with family and close friends. we’re planning on having 100-125 people and a budget of 8-10 grand. our venue is an all in one type place. its a home from the 1800s and the owners are basically helping with whatever we need. they are supplying all tables, linens, chairs, dishes, ect. they are acting as a "day of" coordinator, the bartender at our cash bar, and handling all the set up and clean up. we will also have a "bust boy" walking around during the reception. we will hire a dj, my aunt will be our photographer, and a few other family members (my mom and two aunts) will be helping out a good bit. (im a big DIY gal). all information considered, how much should we tip the owners of the venue, the bust boy, and dj? also, what is a reasonable amount to spend on a thank you gift for the other people helping out, as in my aunt that’s doing the photos.
*busboy, excuse me.

Emilio lived with his parents at a small house near the seashore. Every morning, he’d wake up, have his breakfast and walk to school, feeling sleepy and tired.

For the outsider, Emilio’s family seemed so harmonious but, to tell the truth, none of them was happy.

Mrs. Falk hated her life as a housewife. She woke up every morning and started running around the house, collecting dirty clothes and unwashed dishes. After finishing her work at the kitchen, she’d walk up to the bathroom and after finishing her work at the bathroom, she’d return to the kitchen and start cooking for her husband, who’d be returning home in less than an hour.

Mr. Falk worked as a manager in a sweeties company. He usually returned home with his pockets filled up with candy bars that he ate furtively at the bathroom. And although he always smiled at strangers, he was never happy. Sometimes, he’d burst into fits of shouting at Emilio or Mrs. Falk.

Emilio usually never replied and he walked back to his room with his head bowed to the ground. As for Mrs. Falk, she wouldn’t let such a thing as shouting at her to pass.

She’d start shouting herself and eventually Mr. Falk would slap her and, like Emilio, she’d dash up to her room, crying.

Emilio on the other hand, preferred to stay in his room, reading a book or watching the birds from the window. On the outside, he really enjoyed his calm life but deeper down he was feeling alone, so alone.

Sometimes, he’d wake up in the middle of the night and walk to the window. He’d stand there for hours, watching the stars, shining far away in the sky, always having each other to talk to, always clustering up.

He eyed the sky once again and there was this lonely star at the north.

He smiled at it and wondered when would this lonely star find a friend? when would this lonely star join a cluster?

One day, he thought of asking his parents for a brother. He walked down the stairs and went up to his mother who was sitting at the kitchen stool, peeling onions with tears in her eyes.

“Mom,” Emilio said, “I was wondering of you getting me a brother.”

Mrs. Falk raised her head from the onions, wiping her nose with the sleeve of her red shirt. “What?”

“A brother,” Emilio repeated barely able to breath.

Mrs. Falk swatted the knife against the marble table and got to her feet. “I hate babies,” She screamed at him, “I barely raised you. You’d better go find a stray dog.”

Emilio nodded and ran back to his room.

After thinking of getting a dog, Emilio found it rather good. So one evening after finishing school, he headed to a small alley and sat at a garbage can, waiting for a dog to pass. And eventually, after some minutes, a shaggy, dog with brown fur and runny nose passed by. He stopped at a garbage bags and after sniffing at them, he started tearing them open.

At first, Emilio was afraid to approach him, but he reminded himself of his need to a brother or a friend and it was sufficient to force him towards the dog.

“Hey, Doggy,” Emilio said, in a girly voice, holding a piece of chocolate in his hand and shaking it at the dog, “Come on, I have chocolate for you.”

The dog parked twice.

” come on,” He said again, “ I have a sweet home for you,”

The dog parked again. He stepped a few steps backward and after parking for a third time, he dashed forward at Emilio, snatched the piece of chocolate from his hand and scurried away, parking the anthem of victory.

Emilio returned home, hopeless of finding a true friend. A strange voice in his head started telling him that he’d always be alone, and that no one loved him and that no one ever would care for him.

Emilio lived with his parents at a small house near the seashore. Every morning, he’d wake up, have his breakfast and walk to school, feeling sleepy and tired.

For the outsider, Emilio’s family seemed so harmonious but, to tell the truth, none of them was happy.

Mrs. Falk hated her life as a housewife. She woke up every morning and started running around the house, collecting dirty clothes and unwashed dishes. After finishing her work at the kitchen, she’d walk up to the bathroom and after finishing her work at the bathroom, she’d return to the kitchen and start cooking for her husband, who’d be returning home in less than an hour.

Mr. Falk worked as a manager in a sweeties company. He usually returned home with his pockets filled up with candy bars that he ate furtively at the bathroom. And although he always smiled at strangers, he was never happy. Sometimes, he’d burst into fits of shouting at Emilio or Mrs. Falk.

Emilio usually never replied and he walked back to his room with his head bowed to the ground. As for Mrs. Falk, she wouldn’t let such a thing as shouting at her to pass.

She’d start shouting herself and eventually Mr. Falk would slap her and, like Emilio, she’d dash up to her room, crying.

Emilio on the other hand, preferred to stay in his room, reading a book or watching the birds from the window. On the outside, he really enjoyed his calm life but deeper down he was feeling alone, so alone.

Sometimes, he’d wake up in the middle of the night and walk to the window. He’d stand there for hours, watching the stars, shining far away in the sky, always having each other to talk to, always clustering up.

He eyed the sky once again and there was this lonely star at the north.

He smiled at it and wondered when would this lonely star find a friend? when would this lonely star join a cluster?

One day, he thought of asking his parents for a brother. He walked down the stairs and went up to his mother who was sitting at the kitchen stool, peeling onions with tears in her eyes.

“Mom,” Emilio said, “I was wondering of you getting me a brother.”

Mrs. Falk raised her head from the onions, wiping her nose with the sleeve of her red shirt. “What?”

“A brother,” Emilio repeated barely able to breath.

Mrs. Falk swatted the knife against the marble table and got to her feet. “I hate babies,” She screamed at him, “I barely raised you. You’d better go find a stray dog.”

Emilio nodded and ran back to his room.

After thinking of getting a dog, Emilio found it rather good. So one evening after finishing school, he headed to a small alley and sat at a garbage can, waiting for a dog to pass. And eventually, after some minutes, a shaggy, dog with brown fur and runny nose passed by. He stopped at a garbage bags and after sniffing at them, he started tearing them open.

At first, Emilio was afraid to approach him, but he reminded himself of his need to a brother or a friend and it was sufficient to force him towards the dog.

“Hey, Doggy,” Emilio said, in a girly voice, holding a piece of chocolate in his hand and shaking it at the dog, “Come on, I have chocolate for you.”

The dog parked twice.

” come on,” He said again, “ I have a sweet home for you,”

The dog parked again. He stepped a few steps backward and after parking for a third time, he dashed forward at Emilio, snatched the piece of chocolate from his hand and scurried away, parking the anthem of victory.

Emilio returned home, hopeless of finding a true friend. A strange voice in his head started telling him that he’d always be alone, and that no one loved him and that no one ever would care for him.

My boyfriend and I live in a 3/3 with two male roommates. I had looked around for about 4 months to find the perfect place at the perfect price. Currently we are paying 8/month. One roommate is constantly downloading stuff so the internet is always running slow, yet he denies d/l even though if I disconnect his computer from the network, it works just fine. The other roommate is just an immature, ungrateful guy who suddenly decided he wanted us to start splitting utilities in quarters instead of thirds. This may sound unreasonable on OUR part, but he knew coming into it that it would be split this way and in exchange he uses all our living/dining furniture along with our kitchen appliances, silverware, dishes, etc. He also said he would get a grill if we bought a microwave and we have had a microwave for 4 months and he has yet to make any contribution at all to the shared items. My boyfriend wants to sublease the place and get ourselves a one bedroom, but this place is everything we wanted (minus the roommate issues) and we would end up spending around 0+ appose to 0 (MAX). What should we do? Any suggestions?

I purchased everything I need for a home of our own (mine and my NOW ex gf.). I have all the furniture, appliances, dishes, expensive cookware, kitchen table, etc….I saved up 00, so far, as start-up money….I asked her to marry me, she said yes…I know how to make love VERY well…Well maybe I am not THE BEST at it, but who is? And now I am stuck, single and alone…..She up and left me…of course for another man…All I want out of my life is to get out of my parents house and lead a life…Be exclusive to one woman…I can only hope it would be returned…so far…nothing….I even tried communicating my thoughts to her….She ran away….Communication is one of my best attributes…I look others in the eye when I speak to them…Is it me?
This would be my third relationship that has bit-the-dust….