12.
That is how many times, within the past 9 years that I have moved. Almost twice a year for the past 6 years. And 3 times within the past 2, (locally). I'm getting fried like the pasta sauce forever burnt on my electric stove. You can't get that crap out.
This is why I'm going to tell you how wrapped up I am with apartment living. Let's talk first about this hot mess of a coil contraption that is my electric stove. I grew up in a family of Italians, we Colasessano women were bred to cook, eat, and entertain company. There was no such thing as an electric stove, only blue flames of glory to boil our pasta! Little did I know at the age of 19 upon my first move, that the next 10 years were going to consist of the most unevenly cooked chicken ever.
Through my 12 electric stoves, my current one is the worst. I noticed that my chicken is placed evenly in the pan, yet burns like hell on the left side of the pan, and is still cold as the dickens on the right side of the pan.
I've had to investigate.
Seems that my kitchen laminate floor (ughh LAMINATE) is uneven. Therefore my stove is uneven, which, unknown to palpable physics, causes the coils to only heat on one side. But, because I live in an apartment and renting it from some rip-off leasing company, I can't get a new one.
I hate my stove. There, I said it.
Next up, is the laminate flooring in my kitchen. I can swiffer, scrub, q-tip and detail every corner of the cheap garbage and it still looks like mice built an active city around the crown moldings. It's gross, I'm a clean person, but there is nothing I can do about it.
Speaking of floors. The carpet. I think it should be a law that once one moves into a new apartment, the carpet be replaced. I had to ask to have my carpet cleaned twice to remove 'hairs' from the floor. Cringe.
The walls. Have been painted over more times than a transvestite on duty. The paint is so corroded on the floor crown moldings that it has gathered every speck of dust and dirt that has fallen from the ether. I have cloroxed until my hands singed away. Still, no fruit of my labor.
You probably think I'm a complainer. But please understand that I'm just ready for my own 'nest'. Not someone else's nasty leavins'. All I want is a gas stove and a back yard so I can start living my life and inviting people over. I don't need a house the size of the Taj Mahal, just a gas stove and some nice cooking equipment. That makes me happy.
=)
That is how many times, within the past 9 years that I have moved. Almost twice a year for the past 6 years. And 3 times within the past 2, (locally). I'm getting fried like the pasta sauce forever burnt on my electric stove. You can't get that crap out.
This is why I'm going to tell you how wrapped up I am with apartment living. Let's talk first about this hot mess of a coil contraption that is my electric stove. I grew up in a family of Italians, we Colasessano women were bred to cook, eat, and entertain company. There was no such thing as an electric stove, only blue flames of glory to boil our pasta! Little did I know at the age of 19 upon my first move, that the next 10 years were going to consist of the most unevenly cooked chicken ever.
Through my 12 electric stoves, my current one is the worst. I noticed that my chicken is placed evenly in the pan, yet burns like hell on the left side of the pan, and is still cold as the dickens on the right side of the pan.
I've had to investigate.
Seems that my kitchen laminate floor (ughh LAMINATE) is uneven. Therefore my stove is uneven, which, unknown to palpable physics, causes the coils to only heat on one side. But, because I live in an apartment and renting it from some rip-off leasing company, I can't get a new one.
I hate my stove. There, I said it.
Next up, is the laminate flooring in my kitchen. I can swiffer, scrub, q-tip and detail every corner of the cheap garbage and it still looks like mice built an active city around the crown moldings. It's gross, I'm a clean person, but there is nothing I can do about it.
Speaking of floors. The carpet. I think it should be a law that once one moves into a new apartment, the carpet be replaced. I had to ask to have my carpet cleaned twice to remove 'hairs' from the floor. Cringe.
The walls. Have been painted over more times than a transvestite on duty. The paint is so corroded on the floor crown moldings that it has gathered every speck of dust and dirt that has fallen from the ether. I have cloroxed until my hands singed away. Still, no fruit of my labor.
You probably think I'm a complainer. But please understand that I'm just ready for my own 'nest'. Not someone else's nasty leavins'. All I want is a gas stove and a back yard so I can start living my life and inviting people over. I don't need a house the size of the Taj Mahal, just a gas stove and some nice cooking equipment. That makes me happy.
=)
OMG moving sucks!
Posted by: Todd | 12/21/2009 at 04:58 AM