Something Smells

Do you see anything wrong with this picture?   Me either!   Except maybe the..

But, since we all know who and what I am, I might not be the best judge of something being wrong.   Just saying might.   After all, I don’t usually notice something stinks until the stench is so overwhelming that it grabs me by the throat, and literally tries to choke the life outta me!

Sweet Friend is forever and a day coming in and saying, “Something stinks in here.”   (So wonderful to have such friends.   {eye roll}   At least I know he’ll never lie to me!)   So, I tell him , “Sniff away!   When you find it, get rid of it!”   And women are supposed to have a keener sense of smell!!   I guess mine is deadened.    Maybe it just gave up and died??

So anyway, back to the pic.

DD1’s now in the kitchen.

This is our refridge in the 8 house.     And remember the electric was turned off after 2 weeks??     Yeah…

XH had removed all the food, before that happened, and brought it to the new apartment.     

 Except…….   a skillet full of food.        That was left in there.

I DO NOT even want to go back over there!!       I know I have to.       And I have to re-open the fridge, and take out that skillet.       Maybe I can just bag it up, and throw it away??        Maybe DD1 won’t notice that her biggest frying pan is missing…     

Will she??

If you never see another post by me again, you’ll know I died of food poisoning (the air).

An 8 house post.     Brought to you by the letter “S”, and botulism.

 

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Rut Roh- Rotten

Rotten rotten refridge. Rut-roh!!        How did this happen??          

On first glance, very very quick first glance!         It looks like I eat wonderfully well.   After all, there’s fresh grapes, broccoli, and orange!

Apparently I’d gotten a hot tip on the upcoming sour cream shortage, and I meant to be prepared!

  No such thing as too much sour cream!!

But, the fridge was not working right.       We kept turning up the dial, but then later, it would be back down again.          PP, are you playing tricks on us????

It’s here, but that’s about all I can say for it!

And the freezer never had kept anything frozen, the whole time we’ve lived here.           It’s really embarrassing, the number of popsicles, and ice cream bars I had to throw away.          I couldn’t remember it wasn’t cold enough??           Really??  

But DD1 had her fridge, from her other house, so we were okay.      Just very annoying to have to go out to the laundry room for milk!!

(Which I thought I had a pic of, but apparently don’t.  sigh)

But, finally enough was enough, and DD1 asked PopPop, to change them out for us. Which he obligingly did.         (Thank you dolly, for saving his back!!        Not you, Dolly!) After they purged all the contents,  of course.     😦

Now DD1’s is in the kitchen, on the left, and the landlord’s is on the porch, on the right. (Wonder how long it will stay there before I remember to ask him to come get it???)

 

DD1’s now in the kitchen.

Landlord’s, now on porch.

Ooops!          Gotta get my purple hippo magnet!            He can’t have that!

But no more rotten food!!        Hurray for fresher fridges!!

 

Another 8 house post.        This one brought to you by the letter “R”, and Oscar the Grouch’s rotten garbage can house.

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cupboard clearing

Kitchen cabinets de-cluttering project.  Cupboard just sounds so, British, doesn’t it?  I thought I’d add a touch of class here!

Bottom Left Cabinet Beside Fridge

Left Middle Shelf Next to Fridge

Right Middle Shelf

Top left Shelf by Fridge

Top Right Shelf

Can you see the face?
It’s Grog from B.C. Comic

I truly do not ever remember seeing this mug, before, in MY LIFE.

 

Before

Oh my goodness, I can’t believe this.  I was just going through my pictures on the PC, and guess what?  Yup, I deleted these afters, because I “remembered” already uploading them to the blog.  Eeeerrrrgggh

I annoy myself.

Please imagine how great the shelves looked, all cleared out and de-cluttered!

They were fabulous!

Ooooohhh, the recycle bin!!!  Maybe there’re still there!  Everyone cross your fingers!!

Ah! So much better!

Hurray for whomever invented the recycle bin!

Let’s see what else I can dig outta there…

(Nope, sorry.  I guess I had already emptied it too.  Darn me!  Why do I have to pick NOW to start tidying up the computer’s trash???  WEll, actually I guess it’s a good thing.  Virtual clutter is clutter too, I guess.)

Yay me, finding a moral in the story!

🙂

Moving Microwave

Last night I read, and read, and READ organizing blogs till my eyes crossed.

I can’t remember for sure, but I think it was Buildblog blah blah

that said get rid of your microwave.

Now, that is down right heresy!  I need my micro!

But, the article did connect in my slob brain about setting up your home for yourself.  And I’m tall, so I can put the micro back on top of the fridge where DD1 and I had it a while ago!

Poof-more counter space! Yippee!

Then I remembered, someone else in this house is not as tall as me.

And that would be kinda mean, to put it up where he can’t use it.

But! I could put a step ladder there! That would solve it!

Okay, fine, I won’t move the microwave up there.

But! Then I had another brainstorm!

Or else I heard the echo of Sweet friend saying, “Move it to the other counter, right of the sink.”

Ta-Da!

Final placement. (I think.)

And look how purdy my (almost) empty counter looks now!

Clear Cooking Space!

Pink Proposition

 

 

I just found out about this 100 Word Challenge.  I’m excited to try it!

The prompt is : Pink  (100 words only)

 

 

 

Pudding Pop loves her Pink Play Kitchen.  She plays “Chef”.

When the “cellphone” rings, she answers it as the owner of the restaurant.  “Hewwo?  What you want eat?”

Then she busily prepares the banquet.  Fortunately, she has an “oven”, a “fridge”, and a “sink”, to aid in her endeavors.

And serves it on her little blue dishes.  “Mowe?” her little voice asks, as she signs more.

“No, thank you, I’m full.  But that was so delicious!” I answer.  “I’ll be back tomorrow for more!”

Happily, with rosy pink cheeks, she does the dishes.

Pudding Pop wins ” Chef” of the day!!

Dying Dishes

Alright, here it is:

The much anticipated post about the counter on the left side of the sink.  Ya know, where dirty dishes go to die??

I wasn’t kiddin!

Yeah, some of those containers are the same ones from Refridge Refresh.  And how long ago was that???

And the loaf pan in the sink?? I have never personally used a loaf pan, as long as we have lived in this apartment.  And DD1 moved out 2 (2!!) months ago, so… yeah.  Dead, decaying dead.

And ya want to know something??

Jello is NOT water soluble!

That is pineapple jello from when I had stomach flu, oh about 6 weeks ago!

After the “Purge”, I put hot water in there, and let it soak, and soak, and SOAK.  Nothing.

So I tried Dawn, and water.  Nothing.

Then it came down to scraping out with a spoon.  Not as easy as it looks!!

Then, I put it in the dishwasher.  Maybe I’ll remember to take a picture! I’m anxious to see the results myself!

(Yes, I ran the dishwasher over a week ago, your point?)

Well I’ll be. The dishwasher does work!  I was  starting to wonder if maybe the dishes only went in there for the sauna.

Refridge Refresh

(Will I ever run out of alliterative post titles? Sure hope not!)

Here is my refridge, before the Great Purge of ’15.

And the door: 

The carrots, and almond milk are good, the water, and the eggs.  Everything else, out the door.  See those containers?  Well, I’m not really sure what’s in them, but they’ve been there for months.  My friend Sheryl, wouldn’t even touch them this time, I imagine!

3 shelves and 2 bins full of food, only half of it permissable.  And half of it, (the containers)  a scary science experiment.  Hopefully you didn’t notice how I artistically placed the pickles over a mess.  No? Whew!  Yes??

Turn away, turn away.

Everything in the door had to go, except the lemon juice.  Thankfully, I was able to pack it all up and donate it to File 13.

Here’s the afters of the freezer, and the door.

 Yes, I realize I need to clean after I purge, but hey, I’m not expecting any refridge and freezer inspectors for at least another 3 months.  Maybe I’ll get a round tuit before then.

Pitiful, isn’t it?  I tell ya, I’m gonna starve!  Anybody remember me mentioning I don’t cook???  Yeah….  Wonder how that’s gonna work out for me….

Great Grapes

Time to show off my finally decorated kitchen.  (Thank you, sweet friend!)

The grape cluster above my breakfast bar.

The arrangement above my cabinets, over my stove.

 

Each grape element:

 

 

 

 

 

Over my pantry,

Above the air return,

Above my entryway, (but you can only see it as you are leaving)

 

On my entry wall, as you come in.

Great grape Cookie jar, on top of the fridge:

 

The magnets on the fridge:

 

 

(I know it’s a little bit egotistical to have a photo of myself on my own fridge, but, hey, if I don’t love myself, who will?)  I cross stitched the pansy one, way back in the day.

 

Don’t I have a pretty kitchen?  Notice I didn’t show you the counters or anything. WE ain’t going there today!  Just enjoy looking at the grape pretties!

Wish I had purple pots! and a purple microwave, and coffee pot, and toaster, and dish drainer, and knives, and cabinets, and floor, and stove, and refridge!  Well, I do wish it! I know it would be too much for you, but I’d adore it!  So, if you see any of these items, send them to me, pleeeaasse.