It's Saturday morning. It's 11:30ish and I'm still in my pjs. I'm too lazy to even turn on my Keurig for a cup of coffee. My house is an absolute disaster. It amazes me how two people in a tiny space can make such a huge mess in less than a week. I will never understand it. Part of the reason I'm being so lazy is my husband worked overnight last night as McD's. So, I'm trying to be quiet so he can get his sleep in before he has to work overnight again tonight.
Today is a beautiful snowy day. It's the first real snow since October. I love seeing all of the ugly grass covered in pure white snow. I would go out an take a picture, but that might expose my trashy state to my landlords. Can't have that now. Maybe I'll start working my way to the shower. We shall see
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
♫The Best Day Ever♫
Yesterday was one of the best days of my adult life. What made it so spectacular? My husband and I were able to spend an entire day together. Start to finish. No one else to share each other with. No obligations. No time constraints. No responsibilities. It was amazing! This song from Spongebob Squarepants was playing through my head all day long (Yes, I know I'm too old for Spongebob. I don't care):
We got up and went to breakfast at a great little diner called John's Plain and Fancy Diner. I had a delicious Mexican omelette and my husband had a fancy Greek omelette. We also split a plate of delicious scrapple. If you don't know what Scrapple is, it's probably best if you didn't know.
Then we went to Wal-Mart and bought a lamp for our nightstand, screw anchors to rehang the towel rack and toilet paper holder in the bathroom, a new toilet seat, and a roast so my husband can prove to me that pot roast isn't all that disgusting. Buying those seemingly boring items actually was thrilling. We were able to accomplish little projects that we had been talking about for a looooong time. The best part was we were together.
Then, we headed over to JCPenney to buy a shower curtain rod and some curtains. We live in a tiny studio apartment, so I wanted to get a tension rod to hang up a curtain in the doorway to our alcove bedroom. I've been getting ready in the dark every morning while my husband still sleeps. With this new curtain set-up, I can turn the lights on without bothering him so much. Maybe I'll break my habit of going back to sleep after I take my shower. : )
It was a great day! I'm so thankful God blesses me with days like this. It helps me keep my sanity and remember that he does want what is best for me. Throughout the day, I was a little worried that he was going to somehow "ruin" the day by making something "bad" happen merely because I was enjoying myself so much. I constantly have to remind myself that God wants what is best for me. He is not out to ruin my fun. Yesterday was a great reminder of that.
We got up and went to breakfast at a great little diner called John's Plain and Fancy Diner. I had a delicious Mexican omelette and my husband had a fancy Greek omelette. We also split a plate of delicious scrapple. If you don't know what Scrapple is, it's probably best if you didn't know.
Then we went to Wal-Mart and bought a lamp for our nightstand, screw anchors to rehang the towel rack and toilet paper holder in the bathroom, a new toilet seat, and a roast so my husband can prove to me that pot roast isn't all that disgusting. Buying those seemingly boring items actually was thrilling. We were able to accomplish little projects that we had been talking about for a looooong time. The best part was we were together.
Then, we headed over to JCPenney to buy a shower curtain rod and some curtains. We live in a tiny studio apartment, so I wanted to get a tension rod to hang up a curtain in the doorway to our alcove bedroom. I've been getting ready in the dark every morning while my husband still sleeps. With this new curtain set-up, I can turn the lights on without bothering him so much. Maybe I'll break my habit of going back to sleep after I take my shower. : )
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| Yeah, my bed isn't made, my pajamas are on the floor, and I'm a terrible photographer. That's what this blog is all about! |
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Obsessed with Organization
I love to organize. It all started when I was about 5 or 6, and a babysitter of mine asked me if I would like her to help me organize my play kitchen. I thought the world of her, so of course I agree. I was amazed at how fun that could be. Ever since then I've loved organizing. When my dad would buy new wire closet organizers for his remodeling projects, I would stare at the pictures on the box they came in and dream of a perfectly color-coordinated closet just like the ones pictured on the box. Sometimes I would spend a whole Saturday re-organizing my closet without being told. When my parents helped my husband and me bring out our possessions before our wedding, I insisted upon organizing my drawers and cabinets even though my mom told me I could finish all of that after I got married and actually moved in.
Even though I love to organize and a trip through The Container Store is like walking on clouds, I easily get disorganized. There are several little secret spots throughout my apartment that are highly disorganized. This is where lazy perfectionism comes into play. I want all of these spots to be organized, but they somehow stay disorganized. When I do a project, whether it be cooking or crafting, I often find myself spending a great deal of time organizing before I get started. It's like I'm afraid to start before it's all prepared. Or maybe it's just that I enjoy the process of getting started so much. Maybe that's why I feel the need to deep clean my house before decorating for Christmas. I dunno. Anyways, I found this quote by the author of Winnie-the-Pooh to sum up one of my many personality quirks.
Even though I love to organize and a trip through The Container Store is like walking on clouds, I easily get disorganized. There are several little secret spots throughout my apartment that are highly disorganized. This is where lazy perfectionism comes into play. I want all of these spots to be organized, but they somehow stay disorganized. When I do a project, whether it be cooking or crafting, I often find myself spending a great deal of time organizing before I get started. It's like I'm afraid to start before it's all prepared. Or maybe it's just that I enjoy the process of getting started so much. Maybe that's why I feel the need to deep clean my house before decorating for Christmas. I dunno. Anyways, I found this quote by the author of Winnie-the-Pooh to sum up one of my many personality quirks.
Source: playswithscissors.com via Melissa on Pinterest
Saturday, January 14, 2012
What is a lazy perfectionist?
When I was in high school, I started noticing signs of perfectionism creep into my life. Whenever I would have a project due in any of my classes, I would obsess over it until the wee hours of the morning until it was almost perfect. The problem was, I never quite reached perfection because I would be too tired or too lazy and would just say "good enough."
This lazy perfectionism is today evidenced in my approach to housecleaning. Currently, my home is a disaster. I live in a teeny-tiny 500 square foot studio apartment that looks like something off of the A&E TV show Hoarders by Saturday morning of each week. I want my house to look perfect daily. I want to relax on my couch each evening with a cup of tea in one hand and my Kindle in the other. The only problem is, I'm too lazy to keep my house perfect so I end up sitting in uncomfortable positions on my couch browsing Pinterest, Facebook, and random blogs with the intention of being productive. I constantly feel frustrated with myself and get even more frustrated with myself when I see the "perfection" of others on their blogs and Facebook profiles.
Often when I read these blogs, the bloggers will bemoan their blog envy and will talk about how imperfect their lives are. The only problem is, every picture on their blog is perfectly crafted. Every post is perfectly and poetically crafted. When they post pictures of perfection, they apologize for their imperfection even though the rest of the world would never notice it if they hadn't pointed it out.
So I got to thinking. I really want to write a blog from a standpoint that is not quite so cliche. This is the fourth time I've tried blogging. I'm hoping it sticks this time. I don't have any great talents or abilities to share with the rest of the world. I do have my struggle with lazy perfectionism. I'm willing to bet there are a lot of others out there with the same struggles. So join me on my journey as I try to cope with my imperfection.
This lazy perfectionism is today evidenced in my approach to housecleaning. Currently, my home is a disaster. I live in a teeny-tiny 500 square foot studio apartment that looks like something off of the A&E TV show Hoarders by Saturday morning of each week. I want my house to look perfect daily. I want to relax on my couch each evening with a cup of tea in one hand and my Kindle in the other. The only problem is, I'm too lazy to keep my house perfect so I end up sitting in uncomfortable positions on my couch browsing Pinterest, Facebook, and random blogs with the intention of being productive. I constantly feel frustrated with myself and get even more frustrated with myself when I see the "perfection" of others on their blogs and Facebook profiles.
Often when I read these blogs, the bloggers will bemoan their blog envy and will talk about how imperfect their lives are. The only problem is, every picture on their blog is perfectly crafted. Every post is perfectly and poetically crafted. When they post pictures of perfection, they apologize for their imperfection even though the rest of the world would never notice it if they hadn't pointed it out.
So I got to thinking. I really want to write a blog from a standpoint that is not quite so cliche. This is the fourth time I've tried blogging. I'm hoping it sticks this time. I don't have any great talents or abilities to share with the rest of the world. I do have my struggle with lazy perfectionism. I'm willing to bet there are a lot of others out there with the same struggles. So join me on my journey as I try to cope with my imperfection.
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