Oct 142009
 


Recently, many of you have sent emails requesting that I post pictures of my house.

Actually, no one has requested to see pictures of my house. Not one single person.

But that is what I’m going to say on this blog when I want to justify sharing something that’s especially self indulgent. Because last night I realized that you guys will never really know. What are you going to do, make a phone tree to find out if anybody actually made a request?

Nope, you aren’t. You’re busy people. So just play along.

Anyway, before I was interrupted, I was explaining that a lot of you have been emailing and asking me to post pictures of my house.

So for the next few days I’ll honor your requests by offering a tour of my half-a-house.Because even though I complain about it, I love my house. I just love it. I mean, it’s where we live. It’s our hiding place.

Please understand that this is not going to be a typical house tour. I am going to tell you the truth about what goes down here. Be prepared to handle the truth. We’ll start tomorrow. Because I have a whole lot of cleaning up to do first.

And while we’re on the subject of housekeeping….AHEM.

You have a wonderful Wednesday, friends.

If you remember, stop by at 3ish for a late afternoon pick me up. Stop by the blog, I mean. Not my house. We have no food.

G


Oct 152009
 

Hello. Welcome to the Momastery. Please come on in. We have no food to offer you, but we’re funny, which we hope will distract you from your hunger, as well as the noise level, crumby couch, and occasional child-on-child violence.


For purposes of full disclosure, please know that none of the rooms you’re going to see this week have ever been this clean before. I spent the better part of last night scrubbing and flinging and shoving little things under bigger things and demanding that small people JUST STOP DOING ANYTHING. Those small people actually asked to go to bed early, just to put themselves out of my misery. I just thought out of fairness you should know.

And now without without further ado….

Here is our family room.

 

I bought that old door at a junk store shortly after we moved in. When I dragged it into the garage and told Craig we needed to mount it above the fireplace, he said “Really? Do people do that? Do people hang old doors above their mantles? ” And I said “Well, I mean, not everybody does, but most people do.” Craig was satisfied with that and got to work.

It is our blessing and our curse that neither Craig nor I have a very clear understanding of what “people do.”

This family room was also the stage for THIS debacle and THAT debacle,which are two of my favorite family memories. I suppose this proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that that I value a good story above the welfare of my children. But doesn’t everybody? I mean, children grow up, but a story is forever.

Here are a couple close-ups.

First: my entire parenting philosophy. I never do the first part but almost always manage to pull off the second part, due to the magic inside the cup and the book beside it.

Second: A better view of what Tish is reading on the couch.


She swears she’s doing research for a friend.

Tomorrow: The Dining (insert joke here) room.




Oct 162009
 
Awww…ya’ll came back.How sweet.

As promised, here’s our dining room. It’s where we dine.

I decorated it to resemble a country diner, in hopes that someone in an apron, preferably from the country, would take my order each evening. I also refinished the old church pew below thinking that the decades of prayers said there might help with my food preparation. Neither the décor nor the pew has produced the desired effects, but I remain hopeful, as always.

See that amazing tiger stripe corner cabinet? My dad handmade it in his workshop.For Tish. When she was two. I get to use it till she has her own place, which might be soon. At dinner the other night Chase looked at her wrong and Tish threw down her fork, put her hands on her hips and said “That’s IT. In two years I’m going to kindergarten and I’m OUTTA HERE.”

Apparently she thinks that she will get her own car and dorm room in kindergarten. Is this possible? Does anybody know of a program like this? Email me.

This is what the dining room looks like with us eating dinner in it.


Yes, concerned friends. I know that kids can’t survive on bread alone.Which is why I always serve butter,too. See the butter???

These are three of my favorite Norman Rockwell prints.



I love Norman Rockwell, for the same reason I love that cheesy Thomas Kinkade. Because they not only paint well but they paint good. Or they paint goodness, I should say. And as hard as I try to be cynical, since it’s so much funnier than optimism, at the end of the day, I’m usually with Norman. Life’s tough and pain is real but family and friends and God are good, and they’ll get us through.

Anyway, I hung these three Rockwells called “Free of Want,” “Saying Grace,” and “Free of Fear” to remind myself and my kids of the only three things I really know:

That somehow, there will always be enough for us. And come hell or high water, we will be protected. So it’s good to say thank you.


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