Whirlpool fridge beeping constantly

The constant beeping was giving me a headache and making me feel nauseated.

I a 20yr old f, am currently living in my aunt’s basement with my mom and little brother. Prior to us moving here we lived with our dad who wasn’t the best person at all! So when my dad went away for work my mom decided to take me and my brother and move in with my now aunt who was a random stranger prior to us moving in with her. We have been here for some years, throughout the years my mother has been exhibiting unhealthy living habits like leaving dirty dishes in the fridge and freezer, having an unhealthy relationship with alcohol, sometimes she would pick me up from work drunk, she constantly yells about everything repeatedly it’s the same thing everyday, and other things she does that stresses me out. My brother is also someone who is in his prime age of growth so seeing her like this and the lifestyle she is portraying what example is she setting for my brother? Both of my parents, I hate to say this, but I feel like they didn’t do a good job raising us at all, the environment we grew up in was toxic even till now we haven’t gotten a break! We haven’t been in a healthy living environment and it’s starting to take a toll on me, I feel like I’m in this constant jail cell and stagnant state in my life. To the point where I’m completely comfortable just making sure I pay my bills and having something to eat, I want to travel and see the world but with my financial situation I’m not able to, I work at a fast food restaurant and make $12.00 an hour 5 days a week, my mother “borrowed” $800 from me for rent saying she was going to pay me back that was about 2 years ago I haven’t financially been ok since then…. currently on a job hunt for a salary paying job so I can move out on my own and grow, debating if I should bring them with me or not. Although I do care for my brother he doesn’t listen and I’m not dealing with him he didn’t come out my vagina! He is not my responsibility. My mom is currently working 2 jobs 6 days a week trying to make ends meet I do see the effort but it’s like I’m tired, this is something spiritual and my soul is itching to just get away from all this. I need help because I honestly don’t know what to do. I am currently trying to get back on my feet after taking a break from school, I’m starting up again this fall hopefully with a fresh new start at life.

I am in the kitchen, preparing dinner for my family, when suddenly for a few moments everything goes white - it's like a thousand camera flash bulbs all go off at once. I shade my eyes and try to look away. Oddly, there's no noise. After it subsides, I notice something else - not only wasn't there any noise from the flash, but... there's now no noise at all. Nothing. It's completely quiet. Have I gone deaf? What is happening?
Then, after a few seconds, I feel a rumble, slowly growing, it feels like a fleet of trucks is passing by. I look out the window, but there's nothing - just some neighbors across the street coming outside in their slippers and pajamas. They are looking around and talking to the other neighbors next to them, who also came out.
Suddenly I become aware that all the lights went out in my house, as well as the heating system, my stove clock is dead - all power is out, apparently. But, oddly, I don't hear my computer UPS beeping, as it usually does when there's an outage, or the circuit breaker alarm I have in the garage to let me know when the deep freezer lost power. In fact, it's completely silent now, which makes the voices across the street stand out all the more. I go outside.
Everybody is looking to the north, and as I look too, it feels like my insides have turned to liquid. Above the houses, in the distance, where the city is, there is a towering, majestic mushroom cloud. The silence has been replaced by a constant, low, rumble, obviously far away. The sound of a city dying. The cloud blossoms upward like a flower, curling under itself and then it's lit by the setting sun - and I'm struck by the terrible beauty of the thing. It's like a living thing, that just keeps growing upward.
Then a thought hits me - it's too late. It's been done, and it can't be taken back. Now there's no arguing, or anger, or pity, or mercy, or chances for diplomacy. Just that cloud. It's all there is, the towering testament to our inability to get along with each other.
Funny what little thoughts hit you at moments of stress. You notice little things, like the fact that your mailbox is still askew. I had been meaning to fix that this weekend - I had the new box, and some timber, all ready in the garage. In fact I was worrying to myself as I made dinner that I hadn't bought enough of the paint I would use to paint the post. Now, that seems like a different world, like I'm looking at it through some kind of window. Mailbox? What on earth was I thinking?
Then I see the neighbors across the street trying to start their car, still in their pajamas, but it's completely dead. I remember something about electronics and nuclear bombs, it does something, that flash, it must have damaged circuits all over. The neighbors are out of their car now, and Bob (or is it Rick? I can never remember) is yelling at his kids, something about bags and grandma. Numb, I look around, and see other people out in front of their houses, some standing around just looking up, others frantically doing stuff. One guy is watering his roses. Something about the banality of that suddenly hits me and I start to shake, I have to sit down. Suddenly I hear a motor, everybody looks around - it's a vintage car, that guy down the street who's always making loud noise with his engine tuneups, that's his 1950s restored treasure, cruising down the road past everybody. The driver looks dazed, but he has some bags in the back seat. Wait, that was quick - did he have those already packed? Where is he going? Nobody can react before he's past and out of sight. I close my mouth and turn back to my own house, now dark and somehow not as safe as it always felt in the past. Now it feels... dead, like something essential has been taken away. Yes, I know, it's the electricity - there's no power, so the house is dead. I go back inside.
My wife is still asleep in the bedroom, she was taking a nap, how could she sleep through that? I leave her be for now, I need to take stock. I go to the tap in the kitchen and try the water - a dribble, a sputter, then nothing. I look at the vegetables I was cutting, the plates, signs of a normal life gone missing. The thought of dinner now sounds so quaint. Then I hear screams in the distance, dogs barking. What now?
What now?

Hey all! I’ve been going at this low-UPF thing now for a short while, and I thought I might share some ideas of items that have helped me immensely if you’re just starting out. These are just what work for me, so take everything with a pinch of salt!
1. A Freezer and Freezer Bags
This is probably the most important thing when it comes to actually being able to eat low-UPF while juggling work/school/life. Of course, almost everyone has a freezer, but keeping it in order and stocked with batch cooked meals removes the need for either constant cooking or the kind of preservatives found in UPF which allow the convenience to which we have become accustomed. I have a tiny freezer, so freezer bags have been much better for me than Tupperware at maximising space. If you’re eating low-UPF you’re likely using less plastic anyway, so don’t worry about it too much.
2. Good fridge storage
You’re going to be buying a bunch more fresh fruit and veg, as well as other fresh produce. Storing this well will elongate its life in your fridge, reducing both food waste and cost. Try storing food in containers with kitchen paper and a little water, which can keep food from drying out. This works particularly well for herbs. I like the IKEA 365 range as it’s versatile and will always be available if I need replacements.
3. A good flatbread recipe
I do buy and freeze a loaf of fresh bread from GAIL’s (UK non-UPF bakery) which lasts me about a month honestly. But I’m making flatbreads once a week at least. They’re delicious, they’re filling, they’re hard to find without UPF ingredients, they’re easy, they freeze well, and they make using leftovers easy as they work as wraps. Truly learning to make flatbreads has added value to my life. My husband loves them!
4. A stocked spice cabinet
A LOT of shop-bought sauces and condiments contain UPF. Pre-made marinades and stir-fry sauces are really hard to find too. I’ve been making my own dressings and marinades a BUNCH! Having adequate, delicious spices to hand has been amazingly important. My favourites for a quick easy meal are almost all Middle Eastern: I just find they can make any veg or meat or leftover rice taste good, especially with a little yoghurt and some parsley/mint thrown in. Ras El Hanout, Za’atar, sumac, Baharat, Shwarma spice mix, etc. Go to Indian/Middle Eastern shops to get these at reasonable prices. I mount my spices to the wall which helps with accessibility.
5. A well laid-out kitchen
This seems obvious, but you’re just not going to want to cook in a messy, confused, cluttered kitchen. Try to eradicate gadgets and utensils you just don’t use. Eating low-UPF means a loss of convenience, so you want to make cooking as convenient and easy as possible. Get a dishwasher if you can - you’re going to have more washing up than before. As I said, I mount my spices to the wall and keep NOVA 2 ingredients closely at hand and organised so that I can just cobble something together in 15/20 minutes.
6 - bags of snacks ready to go
For me, this means I keep a few freezer bags of cubed cheese, apple or pear slices and non-UPF crackers in the fridge and just throw one in my bag when I’m heading out. This means I have something to snack on and don’t have to resort to UPF snack options. Other great options are fruit leather (Bear brand in the UK - meant for kids but delightful and compact), nuts, berries, carrots and hummus, chocolate covered raisins/cranberries, veg crisps, etc. just keep them ready to go or you will find yourself hungry or munching on UPF crisps or something.
7 - cordials
One of the hardest things when eating low-UPF is drinks. I was so used to drinking diet sodas it was unreal. Having to suddenly stop and drink just water was sad. I keep a good amount of fresh cordials in my cupboard and add them to soda-stream water. You can also freeze lemon/mint/cordials in ice cubes which I’m told helps. I’m drinking more water than I ever did but it helps to be able to change it up.
8 - tinned fresh foods
Self explanatory really. It’s quick, easy, often has higher nutrient content to the fresh stuff, and allows quick food prep. They shouldn’t contain anything but fresh produce. Tinned tomatoes/passata are a must, and legumes like chickpeas etc are so helpful. Also great for making fresh hummus easily. I adore tinned fish. Cheap, delicious, and non-UPF. Check out cannedsardines for inspo.
9- Air Fryer
Not to be an air-fryer evangelist, but air fryers are fantastic. You can whip up crispy chips or chicken wings in a few minutes so no need for pre-made stuff. Really replaces the convenience that UPF offers. My favourites are crispy sweet potato bites, salmon bits, halloumi bites, potatoes in general, hard boiled eggs (!). I bought mine for £80 and it’s already paid for itself in reduced energy bills from oven usage.
10 - the right mentality
You’re probably not going to be able to 100% eradicate UPF from your diet if you have things to do other than cook, clean up and cook again. That’s ok. Things happen. Birthdays happen. Weddings happen. Nights out happen. Chocolate boxes at your gran’s. A drizzle of sriacha at a restaurant. A hangover. A summer’s day when you just need an ice cream.
UPF is bad for us all and it’s bad on a population level. It’s the single greatest factor contributing to obesity as far as I can tell. We have to be pushing for change and better labelling and policy and education and all the rest of it. But we live in a UPF world. It’s just not tenable for most of us to completely eradicate it. We CAN change our pattern of eating - the 95% of what we take in, to be low-UPF. I’ve done that, and I’m much better off for it. I’ve lost 30lbs without even trying, I have more energy and my relationship with food has never been better. I love cooking, I love eating, I love food and I just want to celebrate it more and love it for what it actually is - not imitation versions sold to me my multi-nationals. I also know I’m not going to be perfect, and that’s OK too. I want to live and eat with joy and freedom too, and I don’t want orthorexia or worse. Be kind to yourself!
I hope my tips help someone. I really have found eating this way to make so much sense to me. I hope it brings you the same joy too.

We bought our house in January and just had a water heater disaster that destroyed our floors in the foyer and kitchen. We are getting new floors installed in the next month and we just noticed our 14 year old Samsung fridge is leaking everyday now. The last thing we want is for our fridge to ruin our floors. We find water on the floor next to the freezer every morning and we think it’s best to replace it since it’s on the older side.
We are looking at two fridges, does anyone have experience with either of these?
GE : https://www.geappliances.com/appliance/GE-ENERGY-STAR-24-7-Cu-Ft-French-Door-Refrigerator-GNE25JYKFS
Whirlpool: https://www.lowes.com/pd/Whirlpool-24-6-cu-ft-Side-by-Side-Refrigerator-with-Ice-Maker-Fingerprint-Resistant-Stainless-Steel/1000422565?cm_mmc=shp-

When I moved into my place, my lease states I pay for 100% of my utilities. Landlord said there were 2 meters on our side of the duplex (upstairs and downstairs units). Turns out, there is only one. I told the landlord at the end of the first month (in person) that I wouldn't be taking responsibility for somebody else's utilities. He agreed and said it was fine. All was well and good for about 11 months until the power was shut off. It's been a lot of back and forth about calling the RTA and him asking me to just pay a percentage. At this point, I have no interest in dealing with his shit and they're now demanding I pay the outstanding balance for the past 2 and a half years. What are my options here? House will soon be renovated so I'm leaving in a few months anyways. I know this seems pretty, but I'm overall a pretty good tenant. Upstairs tenant hasn't paid rent in over a year and constantly trespasses on my part of the property and harasses us.
Just to add to the whole slumlord thing, we had to wait 8 months for a working fridge, our fence has been falling over since we moved in, and the landlord refuses and puts off any other maintenance. I have no interest in paying him another dime.

Toxic Rats: DJ, Scott, Trent, Sammy, Sierra
Mutant Maggots: Anne Maria, Molly, Scarlett, Dave, Geoff
Episode 07: A Mine is a Terrible Thing to Waste
"Last time, on Total Drama Revenge of the Island!" the unseen host opened on a stock shot of the island before the recap montage began. "We saw how clueless our players are when it comes to fashion," he said over a clip of the Maggots' disastrous attempt to bring a self-dressed Sasquatchanakwa out on to the runway. "And how useless they are when it comes to rescues!" he added over the Maggots getting knocked off the scaffolding by barrels thrown by Sasquatchanakwa and Sammy's ultimately failed attempt to seduce him.
"In the end, Katie got the toss-a-roo," Katie got tossed away by Sasquatchanakwa, and then was escorted away by Chef, "and DJ and Geoff got tossed onto opposite teams," Chris added over clips of the two boys volunteering, then high fiving each other as they walked over to their new teams.
The footage was cut to Chris sitting in a deck chair on the Dock of Shame as his toenails were being filed. "You call that buffing?" Chris asked, who was angry at the overweight intern filing his toenails. "I want to see my ruggedly handsome face in every toenail." The intern filed faster. "Who will thrive, and who won't survive?" Chris asked the camera, but a sudden strong wind and the sound of a rotor signaled the arrival of a helicopter.
"This is the Department of Environmental Protection!" a voice called out, the camera zooming out to show a RCMP helicopter hovering a few feet away from the host. "You're busted, McLean!"
"Aww, man!" Chris griped. "Meddling tree-huggers..." With a scowl on his face, he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a walkie-talkie. "Launch Operation Doomsday!" he ordered. "Repeat, Operation Doomsday! Over!" A short hiss of static ended the message, and he turned a smile to the camera. "What is Operation Doomsday, you ask? Find out right here, right now, on Total! Drama! Revenge, of the Island!" As the shot cut outward as usual, another pair of RCMP helicopters swooped down to join the first over the dock.
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The scene opened up to show the Maggot cabin, where Dave was inside cleaning. He was currently setting up his bed and had just positioned his pillow.
"And with that, the cabin is clean and free of filth," Dave sighed happily.
Geoff then came running and breathing inside, unknowingly getting streaks on the floor.
"I just cleaned that!" Dave said with a bit of anger in his voice.
Geoff noticed his frustration. "Sorry 'bout that, man. I did just swap over to this team, so I don't know how much of a neat freak you are."
"It's okay," Dave forgave his new teammate. "Most of the jocks in my school come out messy after a football game, and I hate seeing muddy footprints and dirt all over the ground."
"You would not want to meet my team then," Geoff looked back. "We come off looking sweaty and we have to shower for ten minutes just to get the stink off."
Dave shuddered at the thought. "Let's stop talking about it. The thought of a muddy floor makes me nervous."
Confessional: DJ
"Being on a new team ain't gonna be a problem for me," DJ expressed his thoughts in the confessional. "I'm still lingering on from Katie's elimination. She tells me that she likes me, and I never get to tell her that I like her back." He let out a sigh of sadness. "I hope we get to meet after the show's all over."
Confessional Ends
The scene cut outside the Rats' cabin as a helicopter flew by overhead. The shot panned down to Geoff as he passed by the helicopter, then the camera showed Molly listening to another indie song on her mp3 player.
"You seemed to really like your mp3 player," Geoff chuckled a bit.
"I can't help it," Molly paused her song. "Indie songs don't normally play on the radio. Mostly pop and rock."
"I can see where you're coming from," Geoff sensed. "You like to drift away from the mainstream and focus on your own interests."
"I like other kinds of things like fashion trends and partying, but what I like is less out there," Molly answered. "I like to do things by myself. Being indie doesn't blend in well with other people."
Geoff sat down next to her. "Maybe no one will get invested by what you like to do, but there's someone who I know will."
"Who could that be?" Molly asked the party guy, not getting what she's saying.
Geoff picked up an earbud and put it in his ear. "They're right next to you."
Molly realized what was happening and put on the other earbud. "In that case, let me start the next song. It's really beachy."
This got a laugh out of both of them.
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"Alright, let's just get our so-called breakfast over with!" Molly said as she and Geoff walked into the hall, the cast standing around looking confused.
"We can't," Dave replied. "Chef's not here, and neither is breakfast!"
"I suppose we will just have to hunt for our food, in a figure of speech," Scarlett requested before everyone began searching.
The perspective changed to show the inside of a refrigerator as Trent opened the door and looked inside. "There's no food in the fridge," he called out after looking over the bare shelves.
"Nothing in the cupboards, either!" Sammy added after opening a cupboard door.
"We should check in the walk-in freezer!" Chef suggested through a small open window, quickly hurrying away as the camera zoomed out to reveal Dave standing nearby.
"The freezer could work!" Dave thought out. He hurried across the room and threw open the freezer door, stepping inside as a cold mist poured out. "I can see meat inside," he called out and ran inside.
The others promptly ran in to join him...and a shutter door slid down behind them. They gasped, and the camera cut outside to show a truck driven by Chef starting up and moving away from a hole in the side of the mess hall.
"Challenge time, suckas!" Chef cackled, sliding open a small view slot and grinning at the camera and campers inside the cargo hold.
"This is so not cool!" Geoff complained, grabbing hold of a swinging piece of meat as most of the others tried to keep their balance in the moving vehicle.
"Where are you taking us?" Sierra asked Chef.
"You'll see," Chef answered with a devilish smile and snicker, sliding the viewing slot shut...and jamming his finger in the process, causing him to yelp in pain.
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A flash took the scene to what appeared to be the entrance of a mineshaft. On a ledge to the right was a bulldozer and some other pieces of machinery, while to the left was not only a pile of toxic waste barrels, but also a widescreen television showing what seemed like a live feed of the host. The Chef-driven truck backed up to the entrance and with a grin the driver pushed a button that caused the hold to lift, dumping the campers out onto the dirt.
"Good. You're here. Finally," Chris said, giving them a quick look of annoyance before shifting into his typical smile. "Today's challenge is to find a Golden Chris statue in your team color," he raised his left hand and a statuette with a green base appeared with a flash and a chime, then did the same with a red-based statuette on his right, "hidden somewhere in this old abandoned mine." He motioned to the mine entrance, and the two statuettes disappeared with another flash. "First team back, wins!"
"That seems easy enough," Molly told her team confidently. "We got this, team."
"Before we go," Scarlett said, "we will need some supplies-"
She was cut off when a heavy orange backpack was tossed on her, forcefully knocking her to the ground. Everybody looked towards the truck with the others, the shot cutting over to show Chef – now in his hazmat suit – tossing the backpacks out of the back of the truck.
"Don't worry," Chris told them. "There are enough packs for everyone."
The shot cut outward just as Scott was tossed his, revealing that all the others had received packs as well. Most were lifting them with little trouble, though Dave was struggling and Scarlett was still lying on the ground.
"What'd you put in them? Rocks?" Geoff griped, reaching to open the pack's main flap.
"Up-up-up-up-up, no peeking!" Chris admonished. "Those 50 lb bags are purely for your torment," he explained, "and my amusement. Enjoy."
Scarlett was shown rooting through a side pocket and pulled out a small metal armband with a bright green triangular patch on front. "Chemical badges?" the quiet brainiac asked in concern. "Why do we need to measure our exposure to toxic waste?"
"No reason," Chris said with an impish shrug. "Except that I rented the mine out to store hazardous material." The campers all gasped.
"What?!" Trent asked in utter shock. "That is really dangerous and a hazard to our lives!"
Chris continued to be smug. "Which is why I'm in a studio right now!" Both teams immediately protested. "Relax," the devilish host told them, "it's perfectly safe. For thirty minutes," he clarified as an inset of a timer reading 30:00 appeared on the screen next to him. "When your badge turns orange," he pointed at the inset as it showed the green triangle that was on the armbands turning orange, "you have fifteen minutes left. Red is your five minute warning," the triangle turned red, "and, if you see a skull and crossbones," the entire triangle was replaced by a flashing skull and crossbones, "we'll dedicate this episode to you! But no way is it gonna come to that. A mysterious person has been down there for more than forty minutes," he said as the entire on-screen inset disappeared, "and I think they're gonna be fine!...ish..."
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The shot went to the inside of the cave. It was pitch dark at first, but soon someone lit a candle to brighten the room. Their arm was silhouetted and dark, hiding the true identity of the one holding the candle.
All that could be heard was a villainous, but over exaggerated laugh.
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"Now move it, peeps!" Chris told the cast, the camera cutting back outward to show them all standing with their packs.
"Can you at least give us a hint about where to find the statues?" Sammy asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Funny story," Chris said with an impish smile and sideways glance. "The statues have gone missing! Someone, or something down there must've taken them."
"Is it well lit down there?" DJ asked nervously.
"It’s a mine, bro" Chris answered, his smile almost mocking. "Pitch black all the way. There are flashlights and fireflies inside," he added, "first come, first serve. Anywho, time's a-wasting, and so are your healthy blood cells. So go!"
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The scene cut inside the mine entrance as the Rats ran in with Sierra in the lead.
"We're in the lead!" she cheered, stopping right before a small elevator with an open front. "EEEHHH!" Her words echoed as her team joined her, and the five sent worried looks up just as the mine began to rumble and rocks fell down from the ceiling, burying them under.
The Maggots ran past them. "Thank you for allowing us to have the lead!" Scarlett said as Sierra and her teammates poked their heads out of the rubble.
"Nice going, Uber-Girl," Scott sneered at her.
The Maggot team entered the elevator, Scarlett closing the short gate as soon as she could.
"We've got the flashlights!" Dave said, picking up a pair of the devices from the elevator floor. An ominous creaking cut off any possible celebration, however, and moments later a cable snapped, dropping the elevator down its shaft. All five of the Maggots screamed.
They landed with a resounding crash, and the scene cut down to the total darkness at the bottom of the shaft. A few pained groans rose up, followed by Geoff saying "Is everyone okay?"
"I think so," Dave replied first.
"I'm fine," Anne Maria said next.
"The flashlights!" Scarlett exclaimed, Molky turning one on and revealing the broken elevator and scores of waste barrels scattered around the five fallen teens.
"Looks like a tunnel there," Molly said, the camera panning left to show both a normal mineshaft and a more natural-looking tunnel next to it. "Do we take it?"
She was answered by a high-pitched squealing that echoed through the tunnels and caves, lasting long enough for all five Maggots to look around in terror.
"Looks good to me!" Geoff answered, getting up and making a dash towards the more natural-looking tunnel. His teammates followed shortly after him.
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The squeal faded away as the scene cut back to the top of the elevator shaft, where the five Rats had managed to get themselves free of the rubble.
"That elevator is not coming back up," Trent commented, looking down the shaft.
"We could just call it a day here," Scott impishly said.
"Or we could just shimmy down the line," DJ suggested.
"Are you sure that would work?" Sammy asked.
Trent bent down and picked up the firefly jar. "I'll go ahead and light the way," he told his team. "Then all of you can follow after me."
"That's a good idea," Sierra gave a thumbs-up.
"Here I go," Trent said in a confident tone, holding the cable with his left hand and the firefly jar under his right arm. He cried as he jumped into the shaft and slid down that cable, his declaration quickly turned into a pained shout.
The rest of the Rats shared a nervous look. "Hopefully he didn't burn his nuts," Scott said before the sound of a crash made the four of them wince.
"You can think again," Trent echoed up weakly through the shaft, causing his teammates to share another wary look.
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A flash took the scene back down to the bottom of the shaft, Trent now lying on top of the broken elevator with his hands covering his groin. The rest of the Rats slid down above him, then hopped off to Trent's side.
"Are you alright?" Sammy asked, bending over her friend and offering him a hand.
"I'll get better," Trent said pitifully, taking her hand and allowing himself to be pulled to his feet.
"Where did the fireflies go?" Scott followed up.
"Over there," Sierra answered. The camera panned down and zoomed in on the upturned jar, then zoomed out as DJ picked it up.
"Looks like we all made it here in one piece," DJ said.
"We sure did," Sierra said as the shot quick-panned over to her standing near one of the tunnels. "We need to get going so the other team doesn't win."
"You, Sammy, and DJ can go on ahead. I'll stay back to help Trent on his feet," Scott said.
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The Maggots were huffing and panting as the scene cut back to them entering a slightly wider portion of the tunnels. Scarlett and Molly were in front with the flashlights, Dave and Anne Maria were right behind them, and Geoff brought up the rear.
The camera zoomed in on Scarlett and Molly, who were inspecting another pair of tunnels – a normal-looking mineshaft on the left, and a jagged-edged hole on the right.
"Why are we stopping?" Dave protested.
"We hit a fork in the road," Scarlett said.
"So we have to choose between two death traps," Molly deadpanned.
"The tunnels are different," Scarlett explained. "The left one has minecart tracks and looks to be another shaft, and the right one looks like it was carved by a humongous object."
"So this mine's home to a lot of mutants?" Anne Maria finished.
"Why did we stop if we simply could've gone left?" Geoff asked.
"I don't trust rollercoasters," Molly answered. "You never know if they will fall apart."
"This path is better than the other one, so let's just roll with it," Dave concluded before they went to the shaft.
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"Get back into this jar, fireflies!" Sierra ordered from the group of fireflies flying away while she was holding the jar of fireflies.
"DJ, chase the fireflies back to us so Sierra can catch them," Sammy told the gentle giant.
DJ nodded and dashed ahead. He immediately howled as the fireflies swarmed around his head, and when he returned back to the girls, Sierra slammed the jar on his head, trapping the fireflies but having them fly around the top of his head.
"This should be a good light source," Sammy smiled, much to DJ's indifference.
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A flash took the focus to a pair of minecarts linked together on a downward slope as the beam of a flashlight approached.
"Yes! These carts will speed us up!" Geoff said excitedly as he led the rest of the Rats to the carts. "This'll be like riding a rollercoaster."
"This seems a lot like a death trap," Molly responded.
"This whole place is a death trap," Dave countered. "What we need is speed, so we can find our statue, get out of here, and not worry about being intoxicated."
Just then Anne Maria's badge turned from green to orange, earning a gasp from her and the others. "Anne Maria's badge is orange!" Scarlett exclaimed.
"Oh my gosh. I only have like fifteen seconds to live or somethin'!" Anne Maria cried out.
"We all have fifteen minutes. We'll be alright, Anne," Geoff comforted her.
"Oh well, that ain't so bad," Anne Maria said before filing her nails.
The shot focused in on Scarlett as her badge suddenly turned orange as well. "Everyone get in," she said before running over and diving headfirst into the back cart.
"Shotgun!" Dave called out as he hopped in the front cart with Molly.
"Looks like we're in the back," Anne Maria said happily to Geoff.
"Then let's move out!" Geoff said, grabbing her arms and pulling her to the carts. The shot cut to a close-up of the front wheel as Molly reached down and pulled away a rock that was holding them in place.
"My first time riding the rails, and I'm always unenthusiastic," Molly said.
The camera pulled back out to show all five Rats in their chosen cart, and Dave pulled a lever that made the carts start moving downhill. The Rats cheered as they rolled off-screen, but Dave quickly added "Wrong lever!" with a hint of terror in his voice.
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"Thanks for staying back for me," Trent said as the scene moved to him and Scott in complete darkness, only their eyes visible. "Also, could you get your knee off my back?"
"Leaving someone to die is something I'm not into," Scott replied. "And my knee isn't on your back."
"Then...what is-? Oh! It's a flashlight," Trent clicked the device, and suddenly the two teens were visible... as well as a group of giant hairless - and presumably mutated - gophers standing on their hindlegs and screeching menacingly at them.
Scott and Trent clung to each other and screamed.
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"It's great to be on this team with you guys, but if we lose, I don't mind if you vote me off," DJ told Sammy and Sierra. "We all have to go sometime."
Sammy looked taken aback by the statement. "I won't vote you off. That'd be unfair to you since you swapped teams last episode."
"And besides, we need someone that can lift a truck, and you fill the role already," Sierra said with a smile, and the three continued on with a decent amount of comfort for a few seconds more...before the badge on Sammy's arm beeped and turned orange.
DJ gasped. "Your badge! It's orange!" the brickhouse said. "You've only got fifteen minutes to live!"
Two more beeps drew their attention to DJ and Sierra's badges as they changed as well. "You do too!" Sammy cried out in panic.
"This can't be happening!" Sierra declared, dropping to her knees with an anguished look on her face. "I've never visited Paris, or gotten married legally!"
Sammy and DJ both blinked. "Uhh, what was that?" the former asked.
"I became an ordained minister on the internet, and I thought someone was into me as much as I was into them," Sierra giggled.
"We have to hurry!" Sammy said, and the three took off.
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"Okay guys," Molly told her teammates as the scene cut back to them rolling down the slope and the camera zooming in on the pair in the front cart, "just keep your eyes open for that statue. It has to be around here somewhere."
"I think we have a problem," Dave tapped the indie chick on the shoulder and she perked up and looked back. The shot cut outward to show that the two carts were now on different tracks, with her and Dave in the foreground and Geoff, Scarlett, and Anne Maria in the back.
"How did that even happen?!" Scarlett exclaimed in disbelief.
The two carts exited from the tunnel into a much more open cave, with the former front cart's track curving downward while the other track sloped upward. Dave and Molly screamed as their cart dipped off-screen and promptly crashed, kicking up a bit of dust and causing the camera to shake.
The shot cut to Anne Maria, Scarlett, and Geoff as horror dawned on their faces as they looked ahead. "The track is broken!" Anne Maria cried out, the perspective moving to the front of the cart to reveal the mangled piece of track they were approaching.
"Everybody brace yourselves!" Geoff screamed, the camera moving back to a distant side-view as the second cart launched off the track, and fell straight down with its passengers screaming all the way. They quickly passed the rocky ledge where Molly and Dave lay seemingly unconscious, and landed with a splash far below.
The scene receded into a set of monitors, the leftmost one showing only static while the middle showed Sammy, Sierra, and DJ walking through the mine and the rightmost one showed an underground lake.
"Looks like our players are doomed," Chris said, the camera zooming out to reveal him and Chef standing in a control room of sorts. "Will any of them survive? I have my doubts," the host laughed. "But find out for sure when we return with more, Total! Drama! Revenge of the Island!"
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Hi everyone !
I have a problem with the freezer of my Whirlpool WTE2921 A+NFS fridge-freezer. It no longer produces enough cold : the food in the lower part remains frozen, but the one in the upper part is only cold (for example there are ice cubes in the tray if you put it on the bottom, but only cold water if you put it on top). No particular signe that can give me hints : no frost, no suspect noise, no leak... The fridge part works without problem.
It has been recently transported, after not been used for 2 years. Transport was done carefully, and stop times before restarting have been respected.
Anyone have an idea ?
Thanks !

I'm a 60-year-old mother seeking some advice regarding a recent situation involving my 21-year-old son and his 38-year-old sister. I'm at a loss and could really use some perspective on how to handle this delicate family matter.
To provide some context, my husband (61) and I have been graciously allowing our daughter to live at home. She doesn't have a job or attend school, and she primarily relies on us for financial support. On the other hand, our son is working hard, attending school, and saving up to move out on his own. He bought a Camaro when he turned 18, which he saved up for himself, and it holds sentimental value for him.
The issue arises when his sister constantly takes his Camaro without asking. It's become a point of contention between them, and I understand my son's frustration. Furthermore, she has the habit of helping herself to his beers and other drinks from the fridge, without seeking permission. It's important to note that my son bought these items with his own hard-earned money.
Recently, I overheard my son talking to his friend, expressing his frustration by saying, "My sister is a freeloader and constantly takes my car, drinking my beers and other drinks. She is lazy." It hurt me to hear such negative sentiments, but I couldn't help but sympathize with my son's frustrations.
Now, the dilemma I face is whether I should punish my son for his comments. On one hand, he was disrespectful towards his sister and should be held accountable for his words. On the other hand, I understand that he may be feeling overwhelmed and frustrated with the situation. I've tried talking to my daughter about getting a job, but her response has been outright disrespectful, saying, "Fuck you, mom. I don't want to."
I'm torn between wanting to maintain a peaceful household and ensuring my children treat each other with respect. My daughter spends most of her time texting friends and using TikTok, which adds to the perception of her being irresponsible and lazy.
I'd greatly appreciate any advice or suggestions on how to handle this situation. Should I ground my son for bad-mouthing his sister, or should I approach the matter differently? I want to encourage positive family dynamics while also addressing the underlying issues.
Thank you all for taking the time to read and provide your insights. I truly value your opinions and hope we can find a way to resolve this in the best possible manner.

I'm a 60-year-old mother seeking some advice regarding a recent situation involving my 21-year-old son and his 38-year-old sister. I'm at a loss and could really use some perspective on how to handle this delicate family matter.
To provide some context, my husband (61) and I have been graciously allowing our daughter to live at home. She doesn't have a job or attend school, and she primarily relies on us for financial support. On the other hand, our son is working hard, attending school, and saving up to move out on his own. He bought a Camaro when he turned 18, which he saved up for himself, and it holds sentimental value for him.
The issue arises when his sister constantly takes his Camaro without asking. It's become a point of contention between them, and I understand my son's frustration. Furthermore, she has the habit of helping herself to his beers and other drinks from the fridge, without seeking permission. It's important to note that my son bought these items with his own hard-earned money.
Recently, I overheard my son talking to his friend, expressing his frustration by saying, "My sister is a freeloader and constantly takes my car, drinking my beers and other drinks. She is lazy." It hurt me to hear such negative sentiments, but I couldn't help but sympathize with my son's frustrations.
Now, the dilemma I face is whether I should punish my son for his comments. On one hand, he was disrespectful towards his sister and should be held accountable for his words. On the other hand, I understand that he may be feeling overwhelmed and frustrated with the situation. I've tried talking to my daughter about getting a job, but her response has been outright disrespectful, saying, "Fuck you, mom. I don't want to."
I'm torn between wanting to maintain a peaceful household and ensuring my children treat each other with respect. My daughter spends most of her time texting friends and using TikTok, which adds to the perception of her being irresponsible and lazy.
I'd greatly appreciate any advice or suggestions on how to handle this situation. Should I ground my son for bad-mouthing his sister, or should I approach the matter differently? I want to encourage positive family dynamics while also addressing the underlying issues.
Thank you all for taking the time to read and provide your insights. I truly value your opinions and hope we can find a way to resolve this in the best possible manner.

I'm a 60-year-old mother seeking some advice regarding a recent situation involving my 21-year-old son and his 38-year-old sister. I'm at a loss and could really use some perspective on how to handle this delicate family matter.
To provide some context, my husband (61) and I have been graciously allowing our daughter to live at home. She doesn't have a job or attend school, and she primarily relies on us for financial support. On the other hand, our son is working hard, attending school, and saving up to move out on his own. He bought a Camaro when he turned 18, which he saved up for himself, and it holds sentimental value for him.
The issue arises when his sister constantly takes his Camaro without asking. It's become a point of contention between them, and I understand my son's frustration. Furthermore, she has the habit of helping herself to his beers and other drinks from the fridge, without seeking permission. It's important to note that my son bought these items with his own hard-earned money.
Recently, I overheard my son talking to his friend, expressing his frustration by saying, "My sister is a freeloader and constantly takes my car, drinking my beers and other drinks. She is lazy." It hurt me to hear such negative sentiments, but I couldn't help but sympathize with my son's frustrations.
Now, the dilemma I face is whether I should punish my son for his comments. On one hand, he was disrespectful towards his sister and should be held accountable for his words. On the other hand, I understand that he may be feeling overwhelmed and frustrated with the situation. I've tried talking to my daughter about getting a job, but her response has been outright disrespectful, saying, "Fuck you, mom. I don't want to."
I'm torn between wanting to maintain a peaceful household and ensuring my children treat each other with respect. My daughter spends most of her time texting friends and using TikTok, which adds to the perception of her being irresponsible and lazy.
I'd greatly appreciate any advice or suggestions on how to handle this situation. Should I ground my son for bad-mouthing his sister, or should I approach the matter differently? I want to encourage positive family dynamics while also addressing the underlying issues.
Thank you all for taking the time to read and provide your insights. I truly value your opinions and hope we can find a way to resolve this in the best possible manner.

This is going to sound childish but I feel like I have a right to be angry. My sister is 20 years old and I’m 24.
My sister sets boundaries to the foods she bought. She writes her name on every food and drinks she buys so no one in my house takes it. She makes it to the point where she has to announce it to me, my siblings, and my mom not to touch it.
She offered to buy me coffee yesterday. I said yes. I usually save my coffee for the next day when I stay up late doing homework. Today I grabbed my coffee out of the fridge. I took a sip of my coffee and all I tasted was Vaseline chapstick. I looked at the coffee lid and it had chapstick residue on it. It grossed me out and it was also my last straw.
Prior to this, my sister ate my whole chocolate covered apple I bought on Sunday and ate all of the dozen donuts that I brought home. I brought them from Krispy Kreme and they were free because it was for my birthday. I didn’t even get to eat my apple nor the donut.
I messaged her in the group chat with my family telling her to stop eating my food. It was becoming annoying. My siblings and her laughed and told me I was being dramatic. I told them no it’s disrespectful and it’s not fair for her to set boundaries to her food while she doesn’t respect any of our food. She thinks it’s cute to eat everyone’s food but when we eat her’s it’s the end of the world. I asked her to respect my boundaries and all she said was I’m too dramatic and won’t offer to buy me coffee again.
What also ticks me off is she can’t drink coffee!! Her body can’t handle coffee. She will become shaken for hours because of how strong it is. I don’t understand why she felt the need to drink it and leave her residue on my coffee. I felt disrespected and no one takes me seriously when it comes to boundaries.
TLDR: my sister is a hypocrite for setting boundaries on the food and drinks she bought. She broke my boundaries and constantly was eating/drinking my food. I was angry because I was disrespected.

My (20f) friend Sam (23M) died. His girlfriend, Hannah (21f) has been taking it out on my friends (her roommates included) for months.
Now look, I've been through some grief, and loosing Sam to some laced cocaine was beyond shocking. It wasn't at some party or anything either, he was using it to stay up for finals. It is beyond tragic. I had seen him not even a week before it happened. Everyone in my friend group (we get together once a week for game nights) was crushed, validly so. Our game nights always took place where Hannah and two of my good friends live.
Hannah and Sam had been together for about 2 years. I had actually known Sam the least amount of time out of everyone, about 6 months. Granted, I still think about Sam very often. After everything went down (4 months ago when he died) Hannah left to her hometown, which everyone thought was a good idea. She needed the rest and to not be reminded of Sam everywhere she looked.
My friend group mourned, and honored Sam. We went to the park and just looked at the sky, it felt like all we could do. There were no more energetic game nights, it became 5 scared kids sticking together as much as they could, unable to even grasp the idea of losing Sam. Everyone else knew Sam for about 2-3 years. It was a really hard time for everyone.
Once Hannah returned, we were very gentle around her. Things were rough, as her two roommates are in relationships, one a very new relationship, and Hannah's boyfriend just died so it was hard for her to see others in happy relationships. There became an unspoken rule that no one could have a boyfriend in a time like this, and she became envious of her roomies. Tension started to rise, regardless her roommates sat with her day and night, being a shoulder to cry on. Everyone was constantly checking up on her. Feelings were set aside, and we did our best to make Hannah happy.
I understood all of this, I get grief is just one of those things that sparks a number of emotions.
Things started picking back up slowly, we are nowhere near where things used to be when Sam was around, but we are together. Game nights started including games again, and it was a slow transition that happened over weeks and weeks. Hannah, though, started to "act out"? We had to walk on eggshells.
At first it was little meaningless things, and she would threaten to move out. If she was left alone for more than a day "no one cared about her" and she was ready to pack up and leave. She took in Sam's leopard gecko and neglected it terribly. Even I was buying food and changing the lights for the gecko. She stopped responding to everyone when she would leave for days at a time. We just needed to know how to split up the care for the gecko. I get it is difficult, but why let the poor thing starve. I expressed I was more than happy to take in the gecko for as long as she needed. Things just got worse though.
Her roommates became frustrated that Hannah wouldn't let them see their boyfriend's and that Hannah was accusing them of not being there for her. It's important to note that I know for a fact she has every single one of us fighting to be there for her. Making her comfortable and including her when she is able. Refusing to leave her out, even if she wasn't in a good mood, because who can be in a good mood when their SO dies unexpectedly?? This friend group is beyond caring and understanding (except one who struggles with empathy, but she interacts with Hannah the least and never said anything out of hand or against her, at most avoided her when times were rocky). Things got muddier and confusing.
Things have gotten much more concerning recently, though. Hannah is causing so much harm towards everyone, now.
She resigned a lease with her roommates, who are a part of this game night group. After signing, she immediately told everyone she's moving out. This really fucked up the other two roommate's plans, and they've been beyond stressed out housing as they can't break their lease now. Honestly, the tension before this was obvious, and I told my friends they were stupid for signing the lease with her (in a nicer way though).
She would do things like hide the TV remote in her room. We used Sam's gaming counsels for our game nights, and Hannah took those, too. Little by little we weren't allowed to speak about Sam or have any type of fun. Most nights we just silently watched a movie and smoked or something. Only Hannah was allowed to mourn. Everything was on her terms, and it was awkward.
She started making out of pocket comments about race and people's appearances in general. How black people are animals. Very shocking stuff, but also delivered in such a nonchalant way. I have no idea if I just hadn't seen this side of her, but it felt very new and odd.
I fear Hannah is very out of touch with the reality of her relationships, though. She has become almost manipulative towards us all. She reached out and sent me a very long paragraph that my friends are all evil and have made despicable actions towards her. I had written a long, heartfelt letter after Sam's passing for this group, and they hung it on their fridge. It was to honor Sam and to stay connected and to never forget that my friends are loved.
Hannah told me my friends destroyed the note. she told me she would love to be friends and be in contact, but that my friends were terrible people.
The thing is, is that this isn't real. The note is fine, and her roommates have not been evil. This feels like it has all been building up, but EVERYONE is confused. I feel that the past 4 months I have been reassuring everyone that grief is weird and complicated, but to do our best, but at this rate we have all been pushing our feelings aside and Hannah is the only one allowed to grieve.
She has unadded us all.
I responded reassuring her the note is okay and that it was just a misunderstanding. I told her I'd love to chat more and I'm happy to talk about Sam's loss too, as I witnessed my stepmom lose her partner, same with my uncle. I told her that everyone is concerned for her. I asked her to explain what evil has been done if she is comfortable. I asked her what was up, and told her I'm lost, everyone is confused.
She never responded.
I want to respond so bad calling her out, but I won't. That's what this is for.
I am so angry and frustrated. She is allowed to be upset and sad and move away and leave, but she has no right to call my friends evil. She is jumping to conclusions and making things hard for her roommates and the group overall. We lost two friends this year.
She's living off Sam's parents' money and moving across the country to live on their property. I feel bad that she is taking advantage of his parents in such a venerable state, but I am now glad we won't have to deal with her, and we can properly grieve.
I suspect she has some mental issues; it is more than grief as of right now. To turn and lie about such great friends. She has victimized herself in such a deep way, I hope she finds help.
I was forgiving for a long time; I was always backing her up when all of my friends started noticing her toxic behavior. I reassured them over and over that grief is intense and confusing, but this time I can't defend her. It's my time to be allowed to be angry. I will let her move on and live her life. I will not forget about Sam.

I tried to make Greek yogurt ice cream with honey, pistachios and cranberries. It was cloyingly sweet with an unpleasant aftertaste, but the texture was lovely. If I add the honey in ripples after it churns instead of incorporating it before churning, will it mess up the texture?Should I try reducing the honey significantly instead? Use a different honey? Something else?
Here’s the recipe, which I wrote using 4 recipes as a guide (Melissa Clark’s base ice cream, Melissa Clark’s sour cream ice cream with brown sugar and strawberry swirl, Rose Levy Beranbaum’s honey ice cream, and Rose Levy Beranbaum’s sour cream ice cream): 1 1/2 cups heavy cream ¼ cup granulated sugar 9 egg yolks, whisked 1 teaspoon vanilla A pinch fine sea salt 2/3 cup honey (I used 100% pure USDA grade A honey) 1 1/2 cups full fat Greek yogurt ½ cup sliced pistachio 1/3 cup dried cranberries Bring sugar, cream, and milk to a simmer, turn off heat. Pour yolks into cream mixture stirring constantly. Put back over medium low heat continuing to stir constantly until it reaches 170 degrees. Strain and cool until barely warm. Whisk in vanilla, salt, honey, and Greek yogurt. Chill overnight in fridge. Soak dried cranberries in boiling water for an hour then drain. Chill cranberries and pistachios in fridge. Churn green yogurt mixture in ice cream maker. Five minutes before it is fully churned, add in pistachios and cranberries.
Freeze for 4 hours.

I used to think it was childish to be silent, but now I think it’s just how I best cope with things.
Has your spouse ever hurt you so bad that you can’t stand the thought of speaking to them? I mean- if I spoke to him right now, I definitely wouldn’t be saying anything kind.
Two nights ago:

• he accused me of making our dog sick. I didn’t latch the bin on the dog food properly & the dog binged some food. He kept gaslighting me saying I just completely left the bin open which is NOT true. The dog is very smart and knows he can edge his way into the bin if it’s not properly closed. I was screaming, absolutely screaming and pleading at him, that I did close the bin. I hate questioning my own reality. Turns out after a vet trip (that I took vacation and paid for) that the dog has anaplasmosis & it’s not my fault the dog is I’ll. No apology issued for that.

-I noticed we only had 2 leftover burgers for dinner. Knowing 1 burger each is not a sufficient meal & I didn’t have time to make something else (I got out of work late and had only an hour to take care of the dogs and turn around and run back into town for volleyball) I quickly made some Mac and cheese and sautéed Brussels sprouts for sides. Knowing he would be getting home from work shortly after I left, I left the hot food on the stove verses putting it in the fridge. Everything was in containers, but left out for him. He said I “left a mess for him” and constantly “leaving my shit everywhere” and doing stuff half assed. All those statements are not true. I am the sole caretaker of our home. I am always picking up his stuff and cleaning up his messes. I can’t tell you the last time he organized anything or scrubbed something. I’m not saying that to be an ass- it’s true. Not to mention he is the king of “half-assed.” I recently had to show him that he completely neglected to weed eat 1/4 of our yard. Just didn’t see it? Idk. But anyway, after explaining to him that I made the side and left them to be kind to him, he laughed in my face and said “oh fuck- now you make sides? You didn’t want to do that last night.” (The night before we both just ate 2 burgers for dinner. We didn’t need sides? Ugh)

• a few days ago the dog (same as above) peed on a dog bed in our living room. I told my husband about it because the dog marking in my house is a big contention between us- because he refuses to neuter the dog- so he cleans the pee messes. He washed the cover. The next day I noticed it was still in the washer, so I washed it again then ran it though the dryer. In an attempt to see if he would finish the task, I placed the clean bed cover on the bed. It sat for a few days and then- dog gets sick and throws up on the bed… with no cover. Vomit all over the foam insert. It’s ruined. I walk over to observe the mess and just say “holy fuck” in a low tone of voice. He instantly starts screaming at me “stop being mean to the dog and so miserable.” I didn’t say anything to the dog. I didn’t touch the dog. I didn’t even raise my voice. When I said “I wasn’t mean to the dog” he said “he can tell you’re upset!” When I told him to stop humanizing the dog so much and to stop treating me shitty he straight up said he values the dog more than me. Straight up admitted it. I love the dog too, but that fucking hurts and just because you’re thinking it, doesn’t mean you should say it out loud.

-after this argument he goes downstairs and I hear him say he’s stuck with me and all my shit.
So basically, I am so disgusted that I can’t bear the thought of speaking to him or sharing a home with him right now, to be honest. Is this feeling wrong?

Hello, seeking some advice on a basic whirlpool top freezer fridge. Came with the house but it was supposedly bought from 2019 however not under warranty as we’re not the original buyers.
Some time 2 weeks ago the fridge part started freezing over, all the food slowly froze despite being on low setting. Nothing was working and could feel really cold air through the vent. Turned the freezer setting to the lowest and things seemed to go back to normal but then everything defrosted and freezer too. Now both sides are too warm though it still somewhat works as a fridge only. The air going to the fridge part is not much though but still cools some items.
A repair tech came over but unfortunately I wasn’t around however my family said was a compressor problem in addition to other issues (some sort of leak?) and they pulled some panel where they saw a bunch of ice. Nothing was metered or tools tested. Recommended just buying a new one as costs would be $800 and the fridge is on its last legs.
However I can hear the compressor kicking in (a loud sound then runs for a while then stops and a smaller hum keeps going) so does that sound right? It’s still cooling one week later just not freezing. Is it worth the fee checking with another tech or just go ahead with buying a new one? TIA!

Today I had one of my most embarrassing moments with the Omnipod 5.
I just went on my morning run around the neighborhood and forgot that my pod was set to deactivate at 11:00. By this I mean the full 80 hours would be up and I would need to deactivate the pod from the pdm.
So halfway through my run today I hear the long, indefinite, soul crushing beep on my pod and I realized in that moment that I made a huge mistake in not bringing my pdm with me. In case you don’t know, when the full 80 hours on the pod are up, if you still have the pod active, it will produce a high pitched beep that NO MATTER WHAT will not stop or get quieter until you deactivate it from the pdm device.
This was a major problem because, as I said, I did not bring my pdm with me, and I did not want to finish my run home with a loud beep echoing down the block as I ran.
What this meant is I was forced to hold my hand on the back of my arm (which is where my pod was located) to silence the damn thing and look like I was clutching my arm in pain as I walked home. To anyone who happened to see me it must have been weird to see a guy walking down the street clutching his arm.
To Omnipod, I’m not saying that it isn’t my fault for forgetting to deactivate it in time or that the time on the pod should be longer. What I’m asking is why must the punishment for forgetting (or for wearing the device in general actually because it beeps when using it normally for stuff) be social humiliation?
Several times I’ve been around talking to friends and the pod beeps to let me know that the insulin level is low or that a bolus has finished, and it always causes them to ask if I’m okay or they freak out for a second and ask if the beeping is coming from me. Am I forced to be part robot that requires maintenance?
Needless to say, I’m desperately waiting for the iPhone app to be approved so I can rid myself of this burner phone that I need to constantly carry with me. Also Omnipod, for the next version like an Omnipod 6, please for the love of God, please pick a different noise than a high pitched beep.
TLDR: I forgot my Omnipod would deactivate on my run and because it makes a long high pitched beep I had to hold my hand over the back of my arm to silence it and walk home and it was embarrassing 😑

TL;DR: My roommate allowed some sort of sea food to go unused for some time and has rotted to the point that the smell is a constant in the fridge. I told him to clean it up several times in the past 4 months he hasn't. He said he would and is now starting to ignore me.
So I, am a student and I offered a friend a place with me in the dorm as I was alone in the room and he needed a place to stay as he had just left his previous accommodations. The situation started off well but devolved rather fast when he ignored personal boundaries like not using my desk to eat (he has his own), not using my equipment to dry his clothes, and not to disturb me while I am working.
I didn't use the fridge much but as of late, since I have started exercising, my caloric requirements have gone through the roof. He was the one who used the fridge exclusively because he was making his food while I have a breakfast and dinner as a part of my dorm contract (I payed for it, he chose not to). This was fine up until about 3 months ago when he brought some sort of fish sauce that he spilled in the fridge and some of it was spilled wound the base of the fridge. I didn't notice anything up until the smell kicked in. I told him 3 times to clean it and he said he would but he only did when I was cleaning my side of the room and told him to get his ass up and clean the mess.
That is when we agreed to move the fridge to his side of the room since he uses it most and so he doesn't disturb me while I am working at my desk. What I didn't notice is that he spilled that fish sauce in the fridge too so it was left to ferment and decay. During the 3 months up to this point I would sense a smell coming from somewhere which was horrible to behold. He said he didn't feel anything was wrong.
Fast forward to about 2 months ago. I decide to start working out and my caloric requirements start to rise. The food at the dorm wasn't enough for me so I started to buy food at the shops. To store the food I need I need the fridge. That is when the horrific putrid abandoned morgue-like stench hit me in the face. I almost vomited.
Once I put some food in there and the next morning couldn't eat it because it had absorbed the stench and I could not come near it.
A friend of mine who is training me was present we both had to leave the room because the stench was so foul that it defies imagination or description. From then on I started going to a local ready-made meal store and that is putting a sizable dent in my pocket book. So I confronted him, not only because I want to save money but also because when he opens the fridge the smell reaches me from the other side of the room and I have to cover my nose with my shirt and inhale my deodorant as to not vomit. I opened the fridge recently as well and I say much more than that sauce. Spilt and dried milk, and some type of mould growing on his opened feta cheese.
I contacted the authorities of the dorm and they gave him a stern word for more than this. He also allowed his potted plants to clog the storm drain and has been bringing wood into the dorm and sliding it across the floor damaging the floor boards.
I am fed up and I just want him to clean it. I told him that I want the fridge to be cleaned by the end of the week. That was 2 weeks ago. In the meantime I see his stories on Instagram where he is climbing mountains, chilling with friends, all the while he says that he is busy with finishing his thesis. The deadline for which passed about a month ago.
I am planning to give him an ultimatum. It reads as follows:
"If you do not clean this refrigerator by the end of this week, I will. And if I do, I will reposes it and you will not be allowed to use it. If are not able to follow basic hygiene when it comes to food storage I will not only expressly demand from the director that you be removed*, but also will not allow you to be my roommate again. I have given you plenty of chances and you ignored me for months and I will not tolerate it anymore."
I work for the director as a tutor at his foundation and have very good standing with him.
I'm not sure how to proceed. I feel like this ultimatum of sorts is the only way I have forward, when I and the dorm staff couldn't get him to clean his act up.
What do you think?

Posted from a throwaway account, sorry just need this off my chest
"I've been trying to be patient with you for two years" is what my bf says to me while we are fighting. We have an 8m old daughter. I spent most of the last 2 years making him a child and caring for her. I had a horrible pregnancy and am also newly disabled due to a back injury and in constant pain. He has given me no thought to being post partum, I definitely had PPD and have recently been diagnosed with PMDD (my period makes me insane). In this time I have been very messed up in the head. The baby also wasn't letting me sleep and I hadn't slept right most of my pregnancy. He has told me I'm constantly mean, I'm horrible to him, have I ever loved him, everything I say is so angry. He has broken my self esteem to nothing. I hate myself so much because apparently I'm the worst. I'd be crying my eyes out and he'd come and tell me how horrible I've been as I literally beg him to stop saying these things because I can't handle them.
In this time I almost checked myself in to the BHU multiple times. But how do I as a mom find time to do that? I have so many responsibilities? The times I was legit about to go he told me "let me just go get a knife from the kitchen and you can just stab me then" and "great so we are gonna go to jail?" which didn't even make sense and he never explained, just saying shit to gas light me really.
When we fight I am constantly trying to get away from him because he won't stop coming to scream at me. I'm bawling my eyes out begging him to stop and he just keeps coming. On occasions I have literally left the house to get away, just walked. He has tried to follow me before, he has told me he will just go crash the car, let's just both go crash the car?
The one time I returned home to find he had smashed his head into the door plexiglass and broke it. Then into the bathroom door where there is a giant smashed hole there now. We rent.
If I don't leave, I often lock myself in the bathroom to cry. He will usually come and scream at me over and over to try and get me to come out of the bathroom. At this point I don't want to exist. He has literally dragged me out physically against my will. This he later realized on his own he crossed a line.
Every time I tell him to leave to go cool off it's I'm telling him to leave forever. He's packed his bags multiple times.
Apparently every single thing I say is constantly filled with seething rage, couldn't be that he perceives it that way just like when I sometimes say he is yelling he says he isn't. Just like I'm not allowed to assume and he says I don't communicate. But he's allowed to not tell me shit and assume all he wants. Never a problem.
He takes it out on me trouble with money or his job. The one huge fight we recently had was started because I was discussing wedding shit. Which we had literally been talking about the night before no issue. But now it was for some reason the end of the world and I was mad and guilt tripping him about not having money. I was mad because he hadn't responded to anything I had said and he was ignoring me.
I'm also not allowed to be upset that he barely helps me with any chores around the house and makes a mess like a teenager that I'm constantly following around to clean up. Think: leaves the jelly, pb and bread out and open when he makes a sandwich. I'm disabled, cleaning is very draining but here I am doing it. I make a to-do list which is on the fridge so he can't miss it. Nothing is ever done on it. I have to ask and even then it's a we will see. The kids are bad but it's not always that. He uses his ADHD as an excuse. I have ADHD too and while I understand we are not all the same I just don't find it an excuse.
"This is why I can't get a job because every time I do you pull me away from it" because I said we were going to my mothers while he is at work and he assumed I had another ride but our car. Because I asked him to come home months ago because the baby wouldn't stop screaming and I couldn't handle anymore (I'm disabled, too much pain). Makes me feel worthless for being disabled.
"I'm doing so much and it's never enough you just want more more more" because I expect him to do basic life duties like parent, a job or cleaning. And I really don't even expect that much but I have an autistic son who is very severe and sometimes a lot of work. He says it's fine but then he makes me feel like shit other time. Also being disabled, I hate not being able to do for myself and he knows that. (But I do still do a lot, I do almost all the cleaning or it would never get done. I do almost all the grocery shopping, planning, budgeting etc and a lot of the cooking still. I'm constantly pushing myself into pain and past my ability to do what needs done)
This morning I had to threaten to call the cops to get him to leave and stop screaming. He kicked over and partially broke one of the baby gates.
Sorry this is all over the place and TLDR.
Just don't know what to do anymore.