Don't Get Your Forehead Oil On My Window

So. This is first time I've done one of these. You know, people tell you what to post about, and you obey them...? It looked like so much fun on everyone else's post. But everytime I thought about doing it, I got all anxious. As part of my self-awareness journey (read: total life makeover) I have made an effort to let go of the image of perfection I so crave. Mind you, I'm painfully aware of my many imperfections, but the image of perfection is valuable to me. That said, I promised myself I wouldn't cheat. With Jessica as my example of honesty, and Christie as my motivation to just do it, here you are:

The only rule is that you have to take the picture as-is. No tidying up, no insisting the world pretends along with you that your life and home are perfect. Just an honest cyber-peek into your home.

1. My Kitchen Sink:
I squeezed lemons over some chicken for grilling tonight. Some peels didn't make it down the disposal. And the sink desperately needs a scrubbing. I'm sure after this exposure, it will be done this evening.


2. My Refrigerator:
A little low right now... trying to finish things off before we leave. You'll notice a container of Cool Whip. For the record, I hate Cool Whip. But we were invited to a get together and I brought a dessert that had Cool Whip in the recipe. This is the leftover stuff. Sadly, this was about 2 weeks ago. But I hear this stuff has the shelf-life of a Twinkie.

3. My Laundry:

In light of recent conversations, I found it amusing that my blue bra was hanging to dry next to my washer. The towel is left over from last night's dip in the hot tub.
4. My Favorite Room:

My favorite room is the dining room, because I love to cook, I love to eat, and I love to do it as a family. Nah, really, I just love our new table and find this to be the cleanest, nicest looking room in the house.

The room we spend the most time in is the living room. Ilene recently moved down the street from me... waaaay down the street... but just finished decorating the new house. I love what she (read: her mom) did, and I would love some inspiration for these huge white walls. The ceilings are high and I have no idea how to decorate them.
5. My Toilet:
It's clean. What else do you want to know? My magazine basket is not organized, obviously well-used, and dangerously close to the splash zone. *Note to self: move magazine basket over at least 7 inches.*

6. My Closet:

Generally an organized place. Shirts hung by style, color, and sleeve length on the top. Bottom rack features pants, capris and skirts. Left side is husband's clothes, right side are my sweaters. I know... get a life.

We like to play Scene It in bed at night. We have to hide it in the closet up high, so the mongers don't get into it.

7. What the kids are doing right now:

When I took these pictures several hours ago, the boys were supposed to be grounded in their rooms for incredibly obnoxious behavior earlier this morning. They were, instead, building suits of armor out of cardboard boxes. They look genuinely sorry for their bad behavior.

Noe took advantage of my leaving the kitchen to sniff some white chocolate chips. We were going to make banana bread today, with white chocolate chips. It didn't happen, so I gave her the chocolate chips to eat since sniffing them was such a desperate measure.
8. Favorite Shoes:
I love mean, wicked shoes. Like I told Liz, I like shoes that make your back hurt. This is probably one of the reasons I have such back problems. But oh well. They look so damn good!

9. Self-Portrait Right Now:
I had to have Keola take this for me. I haven't even showered today... it's the first day of no school for the kids, and we were absolutely lazy. My husband is out of town, so effort is minimal. I don't even have any makeup leftover from yesterday. So this is me... au natural. Be thankful you don't have to experience the au natural breath that comes along with the look.

And there you have it. I was sweating at the thought of this intrusion into my imperfection. If you still love, me, great. You're way less Type A than I am.

Now I'd like a peek into AnnaBanana, Tristan, Steve and Tiff. Actually, there are a lot more I'd like to see, so if you read my blog, know that I am nosy enough and would like to spy on you. So let me.