Strainer Struggle

A while back, I found the prettiest sink drain strainer, that I’ve ever seen.

 

Pretty petals!

Isn’t it gorgeous??

That tells you how far I’ve come in recovering my home from slobbery, when I think a sink strainer is gorgeous!  lol

I had it under the dish drainer.  But then, I had to struggle to see it.   And that bothered me.  Why bother to have a pretty, purple strainer, if I never see it??

Pretty, but hidden.

But, did I do anything about it?   Other than be irritated??    Well, those of you who know me, can answer that one!

NO!   Ya didn’t!   sigh

Then today, when I was actually cleaning out the drains themselves, 

WHAT???

I’m sorry, could you repeat that please??   I think I’m hearing things!!

Sure.   Today, when I was cleaning out the drains themselves,

Well, I’ll be!!   Miracles do still happen!!

Anyway!      {eye roll}

 I switched them, and now I smile every time I go to the sink!!

Ain’t she so pretty??

Purple makes everything better!

Doing Dishes Daily

Huh, doing dishes daily is a real thing!   Who knew???   (Well for starters, Granny, Mama, Kristen C., Nicole….. and every other cleanie in the world.)   And I must confess, deep in my slobbiest of hearts, I knew it too. 

 

(Does this look like the slobbiest of hearts?????)

 

 I just spent the last 4 decades pretending I didn’t.   My Mama raised me right, I just chose to let my slob side over rule my training.    Now, I’m shaking my head at myself.   How many, many, MANY hours of forced torture did I put myself and my family through, to panic clean before a party, company, etc????   So many that it was probably literally YEARS of our lives.

courtesy of pixaby.   Thanks Judy for letting me steal him!

 

Sometimes, it wasn’t a conscious choice, due to my thyroid and depression issues.    But, to be truthful, other times, it WAS a deliberate choice, cuz I just didn’t feel like it.    But, guess what?   Grown ups have to do what’s needed, whether they want to or not.   (Which I also really knew deep down, but pretended I didn’t.   It’s so exhausting to keep denying reality!!)    Now, I’m finally on the path to applying that (consistently) to my home.

So, back to doing the dishes daily.   Everyone *cough*Mama*cough, told me it’s so much easier if ya just go ahead and DO them!!!   And, when I did, I discovered, BY Golly, they’re right!!!    Doncha just hate when that happens????   ME too.

So, today, after I ate breakfast, I put my dishes in the sink.  

Not today’s dishes. I’m totally recycling this pic from January.    Shhhhhhhh!

 

 

And STARTED to walk away. Then, I paused and thought “DIN DIN, (do it now) you’ll be glad later.”   So, I did.   Later today, when I go to eat lunch, I’m gonna see my empty sink, and smile.   Yes, indeed, I’ll be glad I did the dishes this day.

Totally Tanked

I’m about to totally lose it!   Toilet troubles, again!!!  How many times is that, since I moved in in June???  600!!  Give or take….

It’s a catastrophe, that’s making me cranky, and crazy!!  CRAY-CRAY, I tell you!!!

 

This is Tuesday night, and the chain slipped off again, Monday night.  DH came over this morning and “Fixed ” it.  By after lunch, it wouldn’t flush again!  Is he “fixing” it with a wad of gum????

He said I was flushing “Too Hard”.   Wow, I didn’t realize the power I was unleashing in my mighty index finger!!

Re-enactment: at sweet friend’s house.  Somehow my originals from this morning didn’t make it thru the wormhole.

 So, I’ve promised to only push with my poor, pitiful, powerless pinky.  Hopefully problem solved!  (I doubt it, but we’ll see……)

 

 

 

Here’s a sad pic of the offending machinism:

 

 

 

This is my real toilet, this time.  What do you mean, “EWWWW”???

Who cleans their toilet tank??  You mean, that’s a thing?  You’re supposed to??  Oops!  I didn’t get the memo!

I’m just so sick of the drama.   Seriously considering installing an outhouse, sans corn cobs!   Off to check the park regulations on that…..

 

Dishes, Dishes, Dreaded Ding Dong Dishes

Man, you think I’d be done writing about dishes!  Ah so, ah no!

This past weekend, I had PP.   I love having her so much!

But: she wears me out!  I tend to her, and (maybe) get a bath too, but that’s it!  No cleaning, dishes or laundry on her watch! lol

So, when she left Sunday night, and there was a full sink of dishes, did I jump in there like a good lil housekeeper, and do ’em all up?

Yeah, right!  If you’ve been here very long, you know the answer is a resounding NO!

Anyway, there sat the pitiful, but still pretty!, dang dirty dishes.

BUT!  to rejuvenate, first I had to sleep 12 hours.  Yes, I sleep 12 hours, and your point?

When I came into the kitchen to find food,  there they were, staring at me, mocking me:  “Purple Slob in Recovery, huh?  Recover this!”

Ooooohhh, I despised them at that moment.

So, I did what any good slob would do, I ignored them, and ate my breakfast.  (A non-dish-requiring breakfast of fresh blueberries, outta the container, and a cheese stick.)

no dishes needed

Then, s l o w l y, I dragged myself back into the kitchen, and confronted them.

“You’re going down, today, Sassy Pants!”

So I organized them, dumped the contents, re-arranged them, alphabetized them…..

And after starting to think I might actually have to DO them, I caught myself.  Wait!  I’m a slogger!! (slob-blogger for you new followers.)  I HAVE to take pix for the blog!!

So, I stretched that out as long as I could….

Here they are stacked nicely, sorta….

Okay, fine!  I’ll do the dishes!  But only so they can’t mock me anymore!

Under Cover, Under Counter

This looks bad, I know.

Right side

Left side

This is another one of those cases where you just need to be grateful we don’t have smell-o-vision.

Yeah, it kinda… um, how can I put this delicately… stinks.  Like mildew.

Now, I wasn’t aware that the sink leaked.  Until the day when I needed a cleaning wipe.  Yeah, remember that 1 day when I actually cleaned the sink???

I reached under there, and that whole towel was wet.  Nasty surprise!  But did I do anything about it?  Like remove it?  Throw it away?? C’mon, you know me better than that by now!!  (For those of you who are new, I’m lazy, and a slob– SHOCKER- right?  And a big time procrastinator.  That’s all, back to your regularly scheduled post.)

Sadly, that wet towel is still there, stinking, to this day. sniff, sniff  (It’s my allergies, I’m not crying over spilled milk, or whatever the heck that liquid is.  Sometimes, ignorance is bliss.)

Well, I found out it was only water, (YAY) and not from the sink (double yay!).  Did you see the plastic jugs to the left of the pipe?  Turns out there were 3 of ’em full of water, for our emergency stash.  Until suddenly, no water at all!  Not sure what happened, but there’s holes in them now.  At least now I won’t be afraid to take up the towel, YAY!  Maybe I’ll even do it now!  {Here’s hoping!}

You’ll be happy to know, the under counter was cleaned by the time I moved out, on June 30, 2015.  Yay, me!  (Or whomever cleaned it, who may or may not have been me.  Hint: It wasn’t me.)

(I’m so frustrated with myself right now.  I took a picture of the cleaned space.  But now I can’t find it.  (Typical slob prob.  Maybe I need to… organize (GASP!) the way I do my pix?)

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Much to-do Monday

Last Monday, I woke up at 7 am.  That is NOT my usual MO.  I usually drag up outta bed around 2 pm, unless I have an appointment.  Took my medicine, and did morning hygiene ritual.  Which unfortunately, did not include a shower.  If I had only known what was going to happen later, I would have taken the opportunity!

So, when I called my Mama that early, she was startled to say the least!  Then I called Sis, just so I’d get an “Atta, girl!” for being up with the rest of the world!

I started a load of laundry.

Wow! I have huge man hands!  Jerry Seinfeld wouldn’t date me!

Emptied the maroon recliner of its laundry.  (No, I didn’t fold and put away, just moved.)

Focus, here! We are celebrating my accomplishments!

Washed a pot, and the frying pan.

Scrambled eggs, and ate with blueberries.

Washed the frying pan again!  (That’s huge!!  Washing the pan immediately after I used it?  Never occurred to me before now!  No, no, don’t look at the dirty dish still in the sink.  Accomplishments, remember??)

Filled ice cube trays.

Wrote this list to congratulate myself.

Carried dishes to sink, including last night’s salad bowl.

Read Bible, and prayed.

Switched load of laundry to dryer.

This time, I decided to leave my man hands out of it!

Took pix for blog.   Why, yes!  Coincidentally, these very ones!

Rewarded myself with reading.

Then DD1 called and asked me to watch PP.  Well, of course!  I’m not gonna turn that down, no matter how busy I am!  From 10:10-2:40, be super Omie, and get and give all the loves, hugs, and kisses I can squeeze in.

Went grocery shopping.

Re-read recipes, realized I can’t make cheesecake because I don’t have a mixer.  Cried.

Washed dishes, including the one in the sink in the pots picture, that I needed for supper, loaded dw with others.

Cooked supper.  Took frequent breaks to sit down, pant and gasp, and drink water.

Sis came and helped me finish up supper.

We, plus Brother, ate, and talked , and laughed.  (But they wouldn’t let me take any pix for the blog.  😦  )

After a little while, Brother went to bed, and then I kept nodding off.  Sweet Sis said she’d go and let me sleep.  And boy, did I!!  I was exhausted from my super busy, Manic Monday.

(The next day, when I told Sweet friend about my day, he asked, “Who are you, and where’s your pod?”  That’s a running joke with us.  I have been very, very lazy , except watching PP, for a long, long time.)

“She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eath not the bread of idleness.”  Proverbs 31:27  KJV

I believe there is hope for me to be a Proverbs 31 woman after all.

The Kitchen Sink

The kitchen sink is terrifying to me.  I mean, there’s that big gaping hole,

Dun dun duh- the SINK

where stuff falls in, and never returns.  And it sounds like a monster is eating it.  And it always stinks over there.  Dishes go there to die, and are never seen again.

The belly of the beast is even more terrifying than its mouth.

From all the growling noises emanating from under there, it must a HUGE beast.  It’s dark under there, and damp, and musty.

I opened the door, and jumped back real quick-( you know that’s a lie.)

The other side of the dragon’s den.

Question- how did it know that I was going to open the door?  Where does it hide??

What if I reach in there, and something grabs me!  I’ll die of a heart attack!  But, some compensation will be, no one will have to pay for a funeral.  The beast will just eat my flesh and bones, and burp up my metal knee.  Hope I give him indigestion!

Seriously, how often do you beard the dragon in its den??

Aha!  See?? You are scared too, and just don’t wanna admit it!

Nothing under there is worth my life.  I’ll just wait till Sweet friend, or Brother are around.  Then I’ll ask them to get it for me!  Sounds like a plan!

Tiny Tackle

Remember when I de-cluttered the huddles of hangers?

Here ya go, in case you forgot.  (You’re welcome.)

It’s hard to see from this picture, so rest assured, I’ll take a better one.  But there’s a glass aquarium inside the white bucket.

Here ya go, view 2:

(Yup, the bucket bounced into the donate box too.  Just in case you were worried.)

Really?  The last time I remember DD1 having a fish was 4 years ago!

Is she keeping the bowl as a memorium?  RIP, little fishie, RIP.

Now we can get to de-cluttering.  Yay!!  I know you want to!

Since DD1 left it in my house, it’s mine by the rules of possession being 9 tenths of the law.  Plus, finders keepers, losers weepers.

So, off to the donate box it goes, splish, splash. Okay, that’s taken care of (dusting off hands).

Here’s the closet after:

The can of paint?  Hmmm, that’s a harder problem.  I really don’t think Salvation Army would appreciate a half empty can of paint.  But, who knows??  What’s a girl to do, what’s a girl to do?

Probably not a good idea to pour it down the sink??  No, I wasn’t really gonna do that.  It would kill all the little fishies.

Maybe I’ll ask our maintenance men.  Hopefully, I  can pass off the problem to them!!  (Heh, heh, heh)

Conundrum

When I cleared off the bathroom counter, I left this.  Not really sure what it is.

I mean I know technically  what it is, a metal tray with dead, purple candles in it.

But really, What is it?  Is it a decoration?  Is it a working piece of paraphenalia?

What I really need to ask , I guess, is what in the world do I do with it?

Do I leave it there and try to burn the last remaining little candle?  Do I try to pry out all the burnt ones?  Do I just pile more tea lites on top of the empty tins?

Sometimes I have a hard time making decisions.  On some things.  Like decorating things. Or cleaning things.  Or on big things.  (But not on eating things.  I usually know exactly what I want to eat.)

This is one of those puzzling, “Now what do I do?” things.

• Maybe I can just throw it away and not have to deal with the issue at all!  Yeah!  That’s the ticket!  Except, it’s not mine, so I’d feel guilty.  Oh bother.
• So that means I have to keep it.
• But…..that doesn’t mean I have to leave it out on the counter, does it?
• No!  Yay! There’s my solution!
• I’ll just put it under the sink with all those other ghostly things, that I’m sure are totally useful, (like toilet scrubbing bubbles), that I forget are even there!  (until I move again.  Shudder, please! Don’t make me even have to think about that again!!)

Conundrum solved.  Now, on to world peace…..