Photographic Evidence
cobbled together by Moi at 2:54 PM
Monday, December 11, 2006
About Me
- Name: Lorraine
- Location: Seattle, Washington, United States
"I'd rather be blithe than correct". - John Broughton
The Coffee Shop
The Club
Specific Things
Previously Stated Things
- Restoring Order
- So Stupid
- Rounding out the Weekend
- I. Loved. This. Song.
- So Many Choices, So Little Time
- Oh. My. Yord.
- My Favorite John Cougar Song.
- We Interrupt this Program
- Growing Up
- Speaking of Disclaimers
17 Comments:
Don't start the dishwasher yet; you missed a glass on the nightstand.
Dammit!
Geez! You have eagle eyes. I thought you were joking. But when I went back in there, damned if there wasn't a glass right where you said. I obviously really need your help!
I clicked on the picture to make it bigger.
You're so smart.
I grew up in a room like that, which gave my mother the vapors throughout my entire childhood.
She always told me that when I moved out on my own, I could live in a pig sty if I wanted to. "But as long as you're under my roof," yadda yadda yadda.
So, when I did move out on my own, I took Mom up on her offer. It's really only been in the last two years or so that I've come to realize that the drudgery of keeping things tidy, as mind-numbing as it is, is preferable to living amid chaos.
I'm not sure how my mother could have led me to that conclusion any quicker; if memory serves, she was relentlessly trying to get me to clean up my act.
It's astounding. Whenever she needs anything in the house she can find it because, well, it's usually where it belongs in the first place. Translating that into her own personal space, not so much. Hence, I do what I can, I bulldoze when I need to and sometimes I lie on my fainting couch.
I've notified FEMA on your behalf.
The National Guard and Jesse Jackson should be arriving soon!
OMG... this is how that whole week of my going mad post started. Do you need some one to stair down you family???
I went and took everything-- and i mean everything out of the room and in the hall way. the kids had to put everything way-- but first i went through it all-- and tossed out 10 bags of trash
hmmmm ya think that was the cause of my mood swings?
Good luck, let me know when I should stop by with a broom!
Lorraine, I love ya, but this is training wheel stuff....in quantity and quality. If the glass doesn't have 6 day old Carnation Instant curdled in it... if there aren't 14 pair of socks that not only stand up by themselves, but could be used as sandpaper...if there are no condoms fallen behind the dresser...sorry, you live in a virtual Utopia.
Sling, Thank you. You are such a guy.
CM: Word. Bring the broom tomorrow. And liquor.
Edy: I love you, too. And I know that this is not as bad as it could be but bad when you're in the midst of it is bad enough. You know?
Good thing The Child wasn't in there. Or was she...jk hehe
If you posted that photo for shock value - it ain't working over here.
I got news for you - The Child is a lightweight compared to my best friend/roommate in COLLEGE!!! (and I also have photographic proof)
I think the dumpground bedroom is just the bane of most mothers' existence and we just plug along hoping something (literally) sticks so that when they are out on their own the habits just kind of materialize. I know it did in my case - my Mom would be proud of my housekeeping diligence.
Jlow...just remember that picture was taken AFTER I'd removed 412 pounds of stuff. (JP said I should put it all back before I took the picture, to show how bad it was when I started).
I bet you look mahhvelous in a Hazmat suit. How would one accessorize that?
Pearls, dahling. And a tiara, of course.
A schnoodle with fashion sense. Brilliant.
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