Lemon Lameness

I apologize for the long hiatus.  Sometimes life just gets in the way.  With the new puppies and finding out that my house (that I'm renting) is being foreclosed, I've had a few other things on my plate.  With the impending foreclosure and sale of my house, I know that a move will soon be in the works.  I hate moving.  I really don't think anyone out there doesn't hate moving.  When I think about moving, I start thinking about all the stuff I have that I'll have to pack.  At that point, I have to stop thinking about it before it makes me dizzy. 

I have a 3-bedroom house, and it's really just storage for all of the things I've collected over the years.  We all do it.  I'm tired of having to get a bigger house each time I move, just to accommodate all of my stuff.  And I'm not alone.  LA has moved 4 times in the last two years, and two of those were moving in with me.  He also had a house full of stuff, but lost much of it when the house he was renting was foreclosed.  Sounds like an epidemic!  Each time he moved in with me, he brought enough with him to fill my shed.  He didn't even bother furnishing his last place, so the same stuff has been in my shed twice.

But enough is enough!  Neither one of us were eagerly anticipating having to rent a semi just to move everything into a new place.  And neither of us wanted 3 bedrooms to have to furnish.  What's a person to do?  That's right--start getting rid of everything.  I'm not kidding when I say we're getting rid of everything.  We had one yard sale, but didn't get rid of too much.  We'll just keep having them until we get rid of it all.

With that being said, I am getting rid of a lot of cookbooks and kitchen items.  I've got an ice cream maker that I've only used a few times.  Small tools and gadgets that people have given me and that I will never use.  I've even got the dining table priced to sell.  If anyone is interested in one of our yard sales, leave a comment with your email address and I'll email you our home address.  If you have any interest in food, I'm sure there will be something at the sale to interest you.  We even have food-related art, painted by LA.  There's something for everyone!

Where's Lula?

My recent posting hiatus can be attributed to two separate, but somewhat related, occurrences.  First occurrence: I got a virus on my laptop.  Yes, a virus.  Please don't send me emails and comments asking if I'm really sure it's a virus.  LA verified it for me as well.  I can turn on my laptop and that's about it.  Money being tight, I've had to put off getting it looked at or fixed.  My sole method of posting at this time is by library visit.  I've become a regular.

The second occurrence is directly related to the first.  With my laptop out of commission, I couldn't spend my days surfing the web, watching TV (since I don't have a TV, my laptop plays this role), instant messaging people, what have you.  This gave me a lot of down time, in which I looked around my house and realized just how much I hated my kitchen.  Time to take matters into my own hands.

For one week, my intrepid sidekick LA and I painted the kitchen, including the cabinets.  We disagreed over whether or not spraypainting the cabinets would be a good idea.  Good idea or otherwise, we did it.  Then realized the cabinets were sucking up all the paint.  With our do-rags on, high from the spray paint fumes, we returned to our nearest home improvement store to buy a gallon of paint.  In a can.  They didn't appreciate our singing or our questions, such as "Can you make this white even whiter?" or "What do you have that will get paint off linoleum...and my feet?"  By the time we got through with the cabinets, we were so tired of painting that we said to hell with painting the cabinet doors.  They're still lying on my living room floor.  The beauty of a lack of cabinet doors is that everything is super easy to get to.

LA in a fog of spray paint.  It's a wonder we didn't die.

Once the cabinets were done, it was time to paint the walls.  On LA's advice, I had chosen "Carrot" from the paint strip.  I think "Cheeto" may have been a more appropriate name.  The first coat that went on was ghastly.  What was I thinking to paint my kitchen the color of a Cheeto?  By the time the second coat dried, I was convinced I'd made the right decision.  LA even agreed. 

Was it worth it?  While I still have to scrub the spray paint off the kitchen floor, the rest of the kitchen looks amazing.  It's so happy and welcoming.  I actually want to cook now.  So look forward to hearing more about my culinary adventures, since I will be spending far more time in the kitchen.

The doors will be painted and added at a later date.