Leeuwenhoek had stolen and peeped into the fantastic sub-visible world of little things, creatures that had lived, had bred, had battled, had died, completely hidden from and unknown to all men from the beginning of time. Beasts these were of a kind that ravaged and annihilated whole races of men ten million times larger than they were themselves. Beings these were, more terrible than fire-spitting dragons or hydra-headed monsters. They were silent assassins that murdered babies in warm cradles and kings in sheltered places. It was this invisible, insignificant, but implacable-and sometimes friendly- world Leeuwenhoek had looked into for the first time of all men of all countries. ~Microbe Hunters

Saturday, 25 February 2012

A Few New Rules

Last Friday evening, after the last midterm before reading week, I was picked up in a hurry by my grandmother and sister for our annual trip to America for a few days shopping (and the annual denying me of shooting a gun at the range we pass in the stereotypical 'gun-fanatic' America). I left some food in the fridge for Nicole who was staying until Sunday, and the others to still make food for their dinner that night.

I spend a good portion of my week deciding I was going to live in Huntsville, ON when I finish school. It is gorgeous. My father and I went up to go snowmobiling and it was wonderful- lots of fresh snow. Perfect for making my own igloo (jokes, stereotyping Canada). It has lots of snow in the winter, and lots of beautiful scenery in the summer as it is up in Muskoka.

After a lovely reading week at home at my parents' house, they kindly drove me and my tonne of stuff back to school. We parked outside and hauled everything up the outside set of stairs and then up my stairs to the main floor of my town house. It brings me great sadness to say that something died in our house...pretty sure it was my dignity. I pride myself in the living conditions that my parents raised me in and I adopted as my own. I like everything clean. I am very disappointed that my. house. was. appalling. My father would not even take off his boots, and my mom wouldn't put my bags on the counter. WAY TO GO GIRLS, YOU SUCCESSFULLY DROVE ME NUTS!

I have some pictures:
Sink has 2 cups and a dirty spoon, dish rack is full and washing gloves are hung over the side, not on the holder we have beside the sink. Notice we have TWO dish cloths going?!?
I dont know if you can see, but there is a film on the counter and not noticeable on the other side is chunks of what looks like tomato sauce 

The floor was by far the grossest. Crumbs allllll overrrrr and it looks like someone spilled something out of their fridge and didn't clean it up...

Is that quiche I see in the fridge when you left for 11 days?? A few weekends ago, they (Krystina, Krista and Amelia as fridge-mates) left moulding tomato sauce, a bowl of rice and thawing meat. Uhm gross?

Cant really tell, but there is for sure egg on the counter and also the Brita filter was left out

For that reason, I have made some rules if you want to live with me. (of course I am not going to post them anywhere in the house, nor will I hint that I have any such rules. My bedroom door doesn't have a lock and I don't want them to drown me in one of my various cleaning supplies or suffocate me with the cleaning rags or  swiffer dusters)

Rules are as follows:

·       -- When you are going to throw out the J-cloth, wipe the inside lid of the garbage can
     -- When the garbage is full, take it out. Check if the washroom garbage needs to be taken out as well, and the recycling
·         -- When you are done doing the dishes, scrub out the sink with the soapy cloth
·         -- Immediately when you are done at the counter, wipe up the crumbs so that there is no possibility that it accidentally ends up on the floor
·         -- Wipe the counter scooping up the crumbs and wiping them into your hand after
·         -- Make sure if there is anything stuck onto the counter, you scrub at it
·         -- Do not use green soap that will get all over the bathtub- it is too hard to clean
·         -- When you are shaving your legs, no oil in the bathtub, as the oil sticks to the grime and looks very dirty
·         -- When you have your period, take out the garbage very often, and WRAP YOUR PRODUCTS SO I DON’T HAVE TO SEE THEM
·         -- Spit your toothpaste into the sink and rinse, not onto the mirror or faucet
·         -- Toothbrushes need a home, they cannot just sit on the counter
·         -- Before you leave for an extended period of time, make sure you dispose of your perishables/already perished foods in the fridge and cupboards, then take out the garbage and recycling (not forgetting in your room)
·         -- Use the minimum threshold lighting needed for the task…side table lamps are for reading, not for looks
·         -- Empty water from kettle after use
·         -- Pull out appliances from under the cupboards when they are in use as to not make (more) mould
·         -- Do not wipe your toothpaste-covered face or dirty hands on the hand towel- they are for drying your clean hands after you wash them only
·         -- When there are 3 or less uses left in the toilet paper, paper towel, etc, replace the roll or leave one handy
     -When doing laundry, collect all the rest of the cloths in the house i.e. all the bath mats, hand towels and dish towels and also check to see if any of the place mats (that I hate so much) need to be washed
-- If you are leaving the house for a while, clean up! Dishes away, wipe counters, straighten up, etc because you never know who else will be home next/coming home with you

I know I have high standards for cleanliness, but I feel like the simple things are just civil and respectable to your fellow housemates and especially your guests. I'm very disappointed that the house couldn't have been in top shape for when my parents came to see the place again. I'm really disappointed that anyone would have to see the mess. 

Needless to say, I cleaned it up. Apparently I can't teach them this lesson when I have two midterms I have to study for, and the mess is all I can think about. Jillian has decided I have OCD. I should agree. 

Darn good and sure of it,


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