What the hell?

things i didn't know i needed

(or that they existed)

• undershelf placemat holder
  
• well, I knew this existed, but not as fancy at petco (
  plus they never seem to have them in stock)
  pet food can cover
  
• check this out:
  same concept, but debate-ably cuter
  
• the instant mix basket is only for studio dwellers, those with small kitchens, or, well, men (who is would buy that?)
  
• large plastic storage bin for pet food ok, so i'm being facetious. it's a plastic box with lid. and the version I bought at target is the same size and a fourth of the price. I have a sharpie and could also label it. but, come to think of it, I don't anticipate confusing pet chow with any pasta or other dry foods inhouse
  
• ok, actually, this is a better idea than I what I bought:
  storage bins that can be opened when stacked

I remember the first time I saw a walk-in pantry. I was fascinated with the idea that people could actually devote an entire room to ... spices? Ok, so I now I know it's the catch all for anything purchased in bulk that you might eventually use in the kitchen or bring to a table.

I went online this morning (in the very dark a.m.) because I'm catching cold. the warm fuzzy heat of a fever is creeping up, and the incessant sneezing was getting old. plus, I was wide awake. i slept like a log friday night after indulging in half an ambien. i was out until past 9am Saturday, and only got up at 11am because I knew I had cleaning to do. well, and my parents were coming. (they didn't get here until late late after noon)

erin is coming sunday to visit while she works. it's a motivator for me to get more organized at home (again read into this as: shame irene into living like other humans). really, all that means is an acceleration of my cleaning cycle. i wasn't born organized. i need to make an effort to do it. and in the day to day sense - that means i more prone to leaving something askew for a while until compelled to act.

the pile i have for things to hang was getting out of control, so I procrastinated further by going to Target to buy things to hang with. Then my dad came back and made two enormous holes in my hallway...fine and dandy until he hit brick. I know have a masonry drill, but no idea which one. (lack of tool knowlege runs in the family.) So I'll look online to see which bit to use to get that last 1/2 inch that I need. I'm determined to hang the beautiful mirror Trisha gave me, even if it kills me.

I would insert a sniffle here, except that when I blow my nose it sounds like a duck honking.

Geez. Thank goodness for Puffs Plus.

posted by irene @ 2/13/2005 05:30:00 AM