Tuesday, November 15, 2011

The Things That Linger From the Past

Now, there are some things that I do that I don't think are odd...until other people notice and are like what?  I think it has a lot to do with your upbringing and habits you develop that are normal to you, until you are thrust into another environment and see other habits. It's interesting being around my siblings, and things we think are totally fine, but then our significant others are like, umm that's just a you guys thing. 

For example, my siblings and I hate dirty dishes in the sink.  So annoying, I'm just going to have to pull them out and put them on the counter to wash them, so just leave them on the counter.  Maybe this is because we had to wash dishes by hand growing up, and always stacked dishes on the counter.  Who knows.

I don't put ice in hardly anything.  I don't think my bro does either--I'll have to ask my sister.  Reason for that being, on the farm growing up we had those old metal ice trays, that were a pain in the a** to pull open and get ice.  Fingers would about freeze to the metal trying to pull it back, only to have it not break away half the ice pieces.  Solution:  don't put ice in your drink.  And that just kind of stuck.  I still don't to this day, and we have an icemaker.   Here's a pic of the trays:

They look so nice and vintage in the pic....too bad they're the devil in disguise.

Most people would be surprised to learn that I don't own a crock pot, and really can't recall I time I used one.  I'm sure my BFF had one that I might have used, but not that I can recall.  Reason:  when I was a wee young thing of 8 or so doing dishes (that were piled on the counter, not the sink--LOL), I was washing my Dad's old crock pot (the style that was a single unit, not the pull out kind).  Well in the best of my 8 year old intentions, knew I wasn't supposed to submergee the cord in the water because of electrocution...so the whole thing got submerged.  My Dad was so mad, I can't even remember what he said, but it scared the begeezus out of me enough to never want to use one.  Then I got one of those small crock pots dropped on my head one time.  So I just learned to cook without using the cursed little things.  LOL.  Who knows...I can laugh about it now  :-)

1 comment:

  1. Those ice cube trays are detestable. I am thankful to have an icemaker because I like cold drinks COLD. As for the crockpots...I don't remember the crockpot in the sink thing but I well remember the crockpot falling on your head. I still feel awful about that. It has lingered with me and now, I'm so afraid of stuff like that happening again, that when I have a pot of anything I'm super paranoid about anyone being around me when I move the pot. It's probably easier for everyone around me to stay out of the kitchen when I'm cooking because I have this enormous fear of dropping something on somebody and it all stems back to that event with you.

    I don't like things in the sink either. It drives me insane. The reason for me is that I go to do something in the sink and I can't because there is stuff already there. Arggh! For instance, I'm making pasta and need to drain the boiling water off since the pasta is done. I can't drain the water off because the sink is full of dishes. So I have to pull everything out when it shouldn't be there in the first place. Also, take the dirty dishes and put them in the dishwasher before you set them in the sink or the counter! I don't like to have this "load the dishwasher" event. If everything is put in the dishwasher as it is used, then when it's full, it's ready to go.

    Another thing for me is making the bed. I get out of bed in the morning and I make the bed right away. An unmade for me is a bugaboo. The minute the covers on a bed are straightened, the whole room looks tidier!