Keeping it real. REALLY real.

Yeah, I've been gone awhile.  I've have blogger's block or something.  More like no life.  Actually, that's not true...I've been feeling not-quite-right for a couple of weeks now, very fatigued and yes, that's important to this post.  See, I typically decorate for Christmas the day after Thanksgiving and have it done in one day.  I do the inside while Jake does the outside and so the day after Thanksgiving this year I dragged everything out and have proceeded to look at it daily, every day, all scattered, and just sort of shrug my shoulders and have a nap in the recliner.  Trust me, for a neat freak like me, this is seriously awful.  Hell, for a pig, it's awful.  Thing is, no one really believes I've let my house get *this bad since it's so unlike me and that little fact inspired me to take pictures of it today.  We may as well all laugh about it, no?  And unlike so many bloggers who talk about "keeping it real" while showing a small pile of  fake dirty dishes in their sink while swearing their house is a sty,  I'm going to show you what "keeping it real" is really like in my house right now.  I figure y'all will divide off into two groups - those freaked out and swear you will never eat anything out of my kitchen or set foot in my door and those who want to hug me for making your own homes look more normal.  Be sure to tell me which group you fit into.  ;-)

Now, I don't know what y'all find when you move your loveseat, but this is what I found under mine when I moved it to make room for the Christmas tree.  I was missing that Chapstick and a spare AAA battery is always nice to have.  I know I felt like I hit a little jackpot. 

Here's a portion of my living room floor, by my entertainment center.  Oh, there are many items of interest here, from a filthy vacuum that needs emptied *and cleaned to the pile of dirty laundry with an old, ratty bra tossed on top, to the poor cat who took refuge (minus that one leg) in her pirate ship. I cannot stress enough that this is in the middle of my living room and has been for days.

This is the view from my living room into my dining room and yes, I know I have a tiny house.  Such is life.  :-)

Please note the beautifully draped curtains in the dining room, the table and chairs shoved aside,  the Christmas tree box, the laundry basket...oh, just all of it.  Bask in it.  And while you're at it, be very, very jealous you don't have a green bungee cord hanging out of your loveseat, too.

Ahhh, the view to the front door.  Please note the pile of towels in front of the TV and the Walmart bag of trash on my front door knob.  Flotsam and jetsam, it's the only way to be thinking right now.  Oh, and that's my recliner I speak so fondly of.  Everyone, meet Recliner. Recliner, meet the people I leave you for.  That's also my 14 year old, 27" TV.  Go me!

 

 

I did buy a new Glade warmer in some holly berry somethingorotherscent the other day.  The entire package made it to the top of the entertainment center along with the new pot I bought for warming scented oils. I did, at least, open that.  Oh, hey, I see my dead cell phone back there now.  I've been wondering where that was.

 

More of the same, different angle, below.   When it is vacuumed, that rug actually has distinct colors.

Lest you think this is all artfully staged like some (a-hem) people do, allow me to show you the cat brush full of hair that has laid on the coffee table for at least 3 days.

 

I will say, my kitchen is fairly clean but we do have a few health hazards going on, like Gina in the napkin basket up on top of the fridge.  Is now the time to share that she has tumors in her ears that tend to open and drain?  No?  Oh, I'm sorry.

 

Well, you'll at least come for dinner, won't you?  We're having a casserole.

 

And that, folks, is what "keeping it real" is all about.  I'm ashamed, yes, but I'm also amused and figured if I can't be a role model, I can at least set a bad example.   Have at me.  I deserve it.  :-D