Hello and welcome to "This is Your Life, aka Chesty Larue." Let's hope you all don't get too jealous.
My day starts by opening my eyes and seeing this:
This reminds me that I have to pick up the hose on the deck and clean my windows.
I would like to say that I am one of those mothers who hops right out of bed and makes my progeny a healthy breakfast and then kisses them on the cheek and sends them off to school. What usually happens is I groggily wake up as they get ready and then wave at them from here as my husband drives them to the bus stop:
Yes, I realize I need to paint and add a little color into the room. That is what Domino is for.
Then I bathe and spend some quality time in this room:
(Items of note - my post-shower, pre-flat iron hair; the Tiffany's bag from my anniversary (in June), the Maalox in the basket on the counter, and the Tricycle magazine that all good Buddhists should read while using the Facilities.) My children feel that I am "too Old" to be wearing a shirt with foil on it, so I am blatantly ignoring them here.
I then head into this room:
The warmest room in the house. Note recent replacement of solar salt.
As I make my way up the stairs to get some breakfast, I encounter this:
Someone needs to use the exterior facilities, and apparently I need to sweep (and paint those stairs). Also? I don't know how Dooce does it, because The Dog who lives with us HATES to have her pictures taken. I have about 25 blurry pictures of her running away from the camera before I got this one. (Note her look of longing to escape.)
I then go into the kitchen and get some breakfast:
Just kidding! (Items of note: Christmas tin, Hanukkah candles, and lots of old vases.)
Here is my actual breakfast:
Here's the deal, people. I hate breakfast. Don't like eggs, don't drink coffee, and being gluten-free means it takes more effort to make a baked good than I want to do right away in the morning. (Lets not talk of planning ahead, ok?) So bananas (sometimes turned into smoothies with OJ and frozen strawberries) and the GF South Beach bar is as good as it gets. Sadly.
Then it is off to work, which means a 5 step walk into the office:
(Items of note: dog running away from camera, feather fan hanging from window, and plastic chicken on Mardi gras beads. And my old high school yearbooks, guaranteed for a giggle or two.)
I then spend a lot of quality time on this site:
I'm a Yahoo girl, I can't help it. (Although sometimes I will check the computer BEFORE I get out of bed, using the laptop. Ooh. The laziness.)
Then I check my eBay listings:
And look at my work to do:
I go to check my listings again and encounter this:
After refreshing about 20 times I give up and decide to actually get to work. I decide to work on some pants and a coat for Santa.
I must cut fabric on the table in the dining room as my space is rather twee to cut in.
I also decide to try my experiment of painting nail polish on Santa's snaps to see if they will blend with the fur:
Clearly an abject failure.
Obsessively checking my eBay listings:
I need to run out to the fabric store (where everyone knows my name) but am waiting on the wine delivery that was supposed to happen the day before. When they attempted to deliver while I was in the laundry room. So I stayed home ALL DAY WAITING.
Finally, a delivery:
Yes, I hate that tile too.
People will now have Christmas gifts:
The pressure to buy gifts is lifted. I go to check my eBay listings:
And head out to the fabric store:
I decide to have a little lunch at Wendy's (2 stores down) and then eat frosting from the can for dessert. (Trayner Shayne, you should stop reading this blog right NOW.)
I return home to finish working on Santa's items. And speaking of Santa,he arrives shortly afterwords, and tries on the pants:
Note how he is posing RIGHT NEXT TO THE FIREPLACE, AS IF ON PURPOSE. He wanted some props, but sadly, I have no reindeer. He is a fabulous client. Also note statue of Airborne Soldier, complete with Articulated Sling. It is Quite Valuable.
Then Santa leaves and I check my eBay Listings:
G arrives home from school shortly thereafter, says hello, goes into her room and closes the door. She stays there for roughly the next 6 hours, as she is a teenager.
I eat some frosting and leave to go pick up her sister from play practice, where she is starring as a Bird in "Mr. Toad's Excellent Adventure." Not to be confused with Bill and Ted.
I try not to hit any of these on the way, especially since some of them have decided to camp out on my front lawn:
I also spot the Elusive Wild Turkey of my Highly Overpriced First Ring Suburb sitting on the edge of the road. He has gotten fat. I do not have a shotgun.
I arrive at the school and wait for S, who is supposed to be ready and waiting:
I listen to ABBA and wait some more.
I ignore the No Parking sign and admire the leaves.
S arrives 15 minutes late and asks me to give her buddy a ride home.
I do so, and turn down the offer to buy ice cream, noting that we have frosting in a can in the fridge.
We arrive home and we clean up the house for Poker Night.
Note covered sofa to protect it from massive quantities of dog hair.
I check my eBay listings:
And hear that El Jefe has arrived home. He has brought lots of leftover salad and pasta from Cosetta's from work, and this is dinner for everyone else. I eat salad, some lunch meat, and follow it up with some frosting:
I also check out the Lands End catalog.
After checking my listings again, I await the arrive of Lou and her husband, El. They are having costumes made for a Halloween party. I will give you a hint - one of the costumes is pink, and one of their two props is involved:
After they leave the Chick calls and tells me she has bought me a creepy Styrofoam head from Savers:
I thank her, and greet Princess A and her buddy M, designer of my soon to be unveiled new blog header. Princess is working on some girdles, and I am making a Captain Hook coat for M. They are disgustingly young and cute.
I finish adding the grommets to the codpiece of the garment hanging on the back door, and hand it off to the owner (who shall not be named). I make a quick trip out to DQ with the Princess, as frosting is just not enough. I then say good night to S:
Who is not yet in her room. (Items of note: cheer-leading pompoms, guitar under bed, items of unknown origin under her bed, tape marks on wall, and Jonas Brother poster right over her head.)
I also go to say goodnight to G:
Who for the first time ALL DAY is not in her room. (Items of note: Papasan chair, drawings, and owl made of fleece and markers.)
Finally the poker crowd leaves. El Jefe decides to try on his ASOP winning costume again:
I find this in the kitchen:
(Item of note: empty frosting container.)
I tidy up my office and check out my new table of To Do items for tomorrow:
Which looks suspiciously like my To Do list from today.
I admire the almost completed Father Christmas coat:
(Items of note: Mrs. Claus costume on right, Captain Hook muslin on left).
Then I spend some quality time in this room:
(Items of note: Front hall rug G has placed as a bathmat, and Irish poetry on the wall.)
Obsessively checking my listings again before I head on down to bed:
I return here to my Domino magazine and finally turn out the light.
Thus endeth my day. Surprisingly, the sugar high from the frosting does not keep me up at night.
I hope your day is equally exciting.
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