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thejunipertree) wrote2005-01-02 01:59 pm
thejunipertree) wrote2005-01-02 01:59 pm
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I decided to tackle cleaning the apartment today (I'm taking a short break right now). Disc one of the Alien boxset is in the DVD player for background noise, I have a full glass of iced tea, my hair is pulled back tightly (and by doing this, I mean business), and I still not brushed my teeth today.
First up on my agenda was cleaning out the refridgerator. The mess in that godforsaken thing is purely all my fault as I seem to be hardwired with OCD in keeping long expired food. Nothing like the Engineer's mother, who I have pulled things out of her fridge that were over a year old (like cheese and deli meats, ick), but still pretty bad. There was turkey leftover from Thanksgiving in there, which made me gag to open up the container. And peas from...I'm not quite sure when. Everything went into the trash and the endless plastic containers were thrown into the sink to be washed up.
I think that this food hoarding thing is a throwback from when I was a kid and we didn't have a lot of money. Not a lot of money resulted in barely any food in the house for very long periods of time. So now that there is a small amount of food, I tend to hoarde it. Even if I have no intentions of actually eating it (and my brother certainly won't because the picky bastard refuses to eat any kind of leftovers other than pizza and spaghetti), it gets carefully stored away.
After that little slice of Hell, I cleaned all the dishes and the containers. Furiously wiped up the counters, like the good little obsessive compulsive I am, and began cleaning off cabinets with a sponge and Target's Method all surface cleaning spray (in pink grapefruitflavour scent.
If no one has tried Target's Method line of cleaning products, I highly suggest one does so. Post haste. This is fabulous stuff. Especially the lemon ginger floor wash. It smells so good, I want to guzzle it right out of the bottle.
Then, I cleaned off the window sill. Living in a ground floor apartment, our window sills get enormously dirty because our actual windows aren't what you would call sealed. At least, not very well. Dirt, real live dirt, comes in from God knows where. Along with ants, during ant season. It does not especially fill my heart with joy and song, but I can't do much about it.
The curtains in the kitchen were taken down, because I hate them, and were replaced with curtains I thought I hated much less. However, after balancing precariously on the edge of the counter and wrestling the bastards into place, I discovered that I hate these curtains even more. My hatred will not be sated, alas, because I have no other curtains to hang in their place and the ones I took down are rather filthy.
All of these fun and games finished, I decided to take on under the sink. This is where we keep all manner of cleaning products and I have been forbidden, by my mother, from throwing any of it away. Up until now, that is.
It would appear that like my own food hoarding obsession, my mother had a cleaning product obsession. I've never seen so much useless shit in my life.
Okay, that's a lie because I did once drive through Ohio. But, there was quite a bit.
Half-empty bottles of Windex that are God knows how old. Cat shampoo that I remember seeing when I was thirteen (yes, the same bottle). Hardwood floor cleaner, when we don't have a hardwood floor. Four packs of sponges, all opened and all with three sponges left. The list could go on endlessly.
I trashed most of it, then rearranged the remaining product neatly.
I swear, that woman bought every new gimmicky cleaning product that came down the road and my happy little hands threw it ALL went into the trash. And people wonder why I turned out so deranged?
Pots and pans were rearranged, as they had magically formed themselves into the Leaning Tower of Pots and Pans.
Next up, I'm hitting the bathroom. I cleaned it last week, but it needs to be done again.
My break is over, for now.
First up on my agenda was cleaning out the refridgerator. The mess in that godforsaken thing is purely all my fault as I seem to be hardwired with OCD in keeping long expired food. Nothing like the Engineer's mother, who I have pulled things out of her fridge that were over a year old (like cheese and deli meats, ick), but still pretty bad. There was turkey leftover from Thanksgiving in there, which made me gag to open up the container. And peas from...I'm not quite sure when. Everything went into the trash and the endless plastic containers were thrown into the sink to be washed up.
I think that this food hoarding thing is a throwback from when I was a kid and we didn't have a lot of money. Not a lot of money resulted in barely any food in the house for very long periods of time. So now that there is a small amount of food, I tend to hoarde it. Even if I have no intentions of actually eating it (and my brother certainly won't because the picky bastard refuses to eat any kind of leftovers other than pizza and spaghetti), it gets carefully stored away.
After that little slice of Hell, I cleaned all the dishes and the containers. Furiously wiped up the counters, like the good little obsessive compulsive I am, and began cleaning off cabinets with a sponge and Target's Method all surface cleaning spray (in pink grapefruit
If no one has tried Target's Method line of cleaning products, I highly suggest one does so. Post haste. This is fabulous stuff. Especially the lemon ginger floor wash. It smells so good, I want to guzzle it right out of the bottle.
Then, I cleaned off the window sill. Living in a ground floor apartment, our window sills get enormously dirty because our actual windows aren't what you would call sealed. At least, not very well. Dirt, real live dirt, comes in from God knows where. Along with ants, during ant season. It does not especially fill my heart with joy and song, but I can't do much about it.
The curtains in the kitchen were taken down, because I hate them, and were replaced with curtains I thought I hated much less. However, after balancing precariously on the edge of the counter and wrestling the bastards into place, I discovered that I hate these curtains even more. My hatred will not be sated, alas, because I have no other curtains to hang in their place and the ones I took down are rather filthy.
All of these fun and games finished, I decided to take on under the sink. This is where we keep all manner of cleaning products and I have been forbidden, by my mother, from throwing any of it away. Up until now, that is.
It would appear that like my own food hoarding obsession, my mother had a cleaning product obsession. I've never seen so much useless shit in my life.
Okay, that's a lie because I did once drive through Ohio. But, there was quite a bit.
Half-empty bottles of Windex that are God knows how old. Cat shampoo that I remember seeing when I was thirteen (yes, the same bottle). Hardwood floor cleaner, when we don't have a hardwood floor. Four packs of sponges, all opened and all with three sponges left. The list could go on endlessly.
I trashed most of it, then rearranged the remaining product neatly.
I swear, that woman bought every new gimmicky cleaning product that came down the road and my happy little hands threw it ALL went into the trash. And people wonder why I turned out so deranged?
Pots and pans were rearranged, as they had magically formed themselves into the Leaning Tower of Pots and Pans.
Next up, I'm hitting the bathroom. I cleaned it last week, but it needs to be done again.
My break is over, for now.
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It's slightly less scary in there now.
ps. "I've never seen so much useless shit in my life.
Okay, that's a lie because I did once drive through Ohio." AHAAHAHAHAHAHAA
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It's just black and moldy. It's still good. It's still good.
Nothing like the Engineer's mother, who I have pulled things out of her fridge that were over a year old (like cheese and deli meats, ick), but still pretty bad.
LOL. I vividly remember the mass of black/brown juice which had settled to the bottom of the vegetable drawer. Simply amazing.
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I bet if someone drank the juice at the bottom of that vegetable drawer they would either die or start halllucinating.