In an effort to crank up your enthusiasm this weekend, I thought I'd post a scene-stealing coup successfully staged by my friend Dana, to reinforce that anything is possible of you...are shamed constantly, and commit a date to Moxie!
She apologized profusely for her living room (yawn), and I told her to shutthefuckup. It was spacious yet cozy, and nice yet casual, though I will concede to spearmint-coloured blinds being pretty unforgivable.
Yeah, she's got skills like this:
The end of their seven acre living room:
And after, plus Jason, plus Stephen Colbert:
Previous tv district, a source of some strife as I recall, lol:
Take THAT Jason:
"Amazing what a coat of paint and a lack of green blinds can do for one's spirit!
Paint was $60. Curtains way more than they should have been. Curtain Rods another $60. But otherwise, nothing cost money. Finally got the ugly tv stand Jason brought home 4 years ago which just displays junk, out of the living room and traded it for something else we already had.
Moxieclean rocks!" :-)
Now that you've basked in your upgrade for two days, it's to kick some
Saturday ass! No doubt you've been at some soccer game since 5am.
My day? A bit scattered, weaving errands and activities in with the never-ending battle on the home front.
So far, I've:
-Put in the last load of laundry.
-Wiped down the kitchen.
-Dusted one of many regions that get a light dusting every fucking two seconds.
-Organized some paperwork.
-Organized five of 32023579 discs.
-Wiped down front bathroom.
-Forgot to make coffee.
Still in store:
My clothing pile, bigger than all the oil spills combined, waiting to be hung:
See? If we just stopped cooking, this wouldn't happen:
The insidious dining room table that can't stay clean for three seconds:
Just to name a few.
I also have to:
-Clean my room.
-Sweep back porch.
-Wash all mats.
-Get some lint rolling/dusting action going.
-Clean out the refrigerator. (No, not again, still.)
-Have Reilly finish sewing heaties (heated rice packs).
-Organize 40,000 pictures online.
-Change all bedding/sheets.
-Empty all wastebaskets.
-Bleach all sinks.
-Wipe all blinds.
-Get into the kids' room, which I did not post.
-This is all assuming I survive that pile of clothes. I swear to God I am responsible for at least one impoverished nation. Recently there was an intervention, wherein I was forced, and I mean forced, to get rid of this heap. Some still have tags. The truly sad thing? I won't even notice they're gone. I have long said, if you have seven outfits, you wear six, and if you have 100 outfits, you wear six. So adios. [sniff] Mt. Consumerism will take SEVERAL hours. Starbucks STAT!
Yes, I'm the only one who wakes up ready to rumble. (This is Reilly. I can tell by her water bottle.):
But fear not, half joy in my Saturday sickness is having the house nostly clean before anyone wakes up. The other half is cracking the whip once they do scrape themselves awake. :)
And the other other half, also known as a third, is a sweet Moxie comeback, like this one:
Man, that sucked.