The other day, I was unloading the dishwasher (how I spend most of my time at home), trying to find room for the assorted water glasses, coffee mugs, and ice cream bowls, when it occurred to me that an awful lot of space was taken up by stemware. Considering that I’ll have been sober 3 years in August, I started wondering why I keep those things around.
In my heart, though, I know the reason. I’ve always had this fantasy that I’d “entertain.” I imagine cars lined up along the curb and candlelight dinner parties on the deck. We’d play Ray LaMontagne and some would get a little tipsy and slow dance. I’d enjoy their buzz vicariously, enjoy the praise, “Oh, Tania, the frito pie is exquisite!”
But it’s time to smell the Sanka. I’d never invite anyone to my house that hasn’t seen me in my pajamas. You certainly don’t invite your boss or your daughter’s boyfriend’s parents over when you live like this:
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Yeah, definitely don't invite my parents over... You got that one right.
When I was Lola's age, our house looked the same if not worse... We had a dirty fish tank above the TV with a purple light. The HUGE computer was stuffed in the back of the Den on a beige rolling table. with an ugly Green couch. We had mismatched furniture galore. Our living room has always been the "throw extra crap in here" room. And when it comes down to storage. Our entire basement, garage, and guest bedroom are always full of 20 year old dolls, decorations, hand-me-downs, etc. Overall, I think every house is the same... Unless you buy an obnoxiously big house where every thing you've collected can become decoration instead of piles of junk. The only room that has been consistently clean in our house is the den, and that's only on Thursdays right after the maid comes. Because right after that, the dogs are let loose. Really, you're in good shape as far as a presentable house goes. And you do a good job of cleaning when it's time for birthdays and such.
when i see your house, like, see it in person, i don't think of it as being funny. Seeing it like this is hysterical.
I don't see anything out of the ordinary. Except, I don't have a topless Barbie for my birdcage....DAMN!
and, garey, how can you think when you talk so much? this was the longest comment in tania's blog history.
Mamoo, there is no think, there is only say. It's unfortunate, because sometimes thinking is the better path when talking to your girlfriend...
By the way T, this comment covers my lack of comments in the past and future.
-Garey
The only thing troubling is that it's June and the Christmas tree is still up. Maybe we need to call "How Clean Is Your House?" and get you reality tv.
Collin, that's my Memorial Day tree.
Next month, it's my 4th of July tree.
Make sure you change the colored balls out by the time it's your Halloween tree, T.
too (J, notice the correct use of "too") bad you didn't take before and after pics of your side of the closet.
and Garey, why are your dolls kept in the guest bedroom? Shouldn't you have taken them to college with you?
Oh, and come over next week for the debut of my den, formally known as Georgia's room.
uh, formerly known. dammit.
Gee, Biggy, you sure you want to start on all the things I DIDN'T take pics of?
Hey, Tania, let me say what you said when you went to my blog (http://everythings-jake.blogspot.com/) and read about the swamp fires that destroyed 500,000 acres, and you read about the smoke rolling through Valdosta like Great Depression dust clouds in some woody guthrie nightmare: "Let me know if there's anything I can do to help."
Jennifer said, "colored balls" . . . heh-heh, heh-heh (Beavis chuckle)
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