Guilty Pleasure

I have a a confession to make. I am obsessed with Project Runway. I’ve been watching it for years.

When ever you get gay men and fabric together, I’m so in. So, so in.

Can you believe this about me? I know it’s disappointing. Go ahead, delete your Dalai subscription now.

Dalai Dan thinks less of me when I watch it. He is confused and disgusted. He doesn’t understand or appreciate creativity, skill, and homosexual humor.

I do.

It has been taped for almost a week, taunting me. Begging me to forget about feeding my children and just watch….

Will Josh have another girlie outburst?

Will Anya’s amateur sewing skills finally do her in?

It takes so little to entertain me. So very very little. Just a room without kids, really. And a couple gay men.

Which is why I can’t write anything thought provoking or inspirational right now. The TV is calling me…

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That Face Says it All

I attempted to take nice first-day-of-school pictures this morning. No one would cooperate and they kept jacking around like a bunch of brainless amoebas. I was so disappointed that I didn’t get any perfect pictures, but then I realized that they were perfect. Perfectly descriptive of each child’s mental state on their first day back to school.

There was Mr. Frustrated

Dr. Anxiety

Ms. Happy-because-I’ve-negotiated-special-things-for-myself

And, lastly, Professor Pissed-Off

OK, enough about my family. I’m working on starting a major Betty Ford detox. I’ll be filling you in on some clean eating and juicing ideas to get you motivated to get back in the swing of things. NO MORE EXCUSES…the kids are back in school!

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Foto Friday

You may be spring cleaning, but here at the Dalai house, we are spring fixing. I woke up one morning and realized my children are animals and have ruined my house.

So, I started with the thread bare pillows that have been used as weapons of mass destruction and inpenetrable fort walls. Can you tell which pillow is the new one?

While I was picking up the new pillows today, I remembered these beauties…

Our stair runner is only 5 years old and completely destroyed by the tsunami children.

So, I went ahead and picked up a carpet sample…if sea grass can survive the ocean, surely it can weather a few homo erectus destroyus?

The electrician is coming tomorrow to fix our chandelier, dislocated by the weight of “guys”, dump trucks, and sometimes kids hanging from it. He is also fixing the outdoor lights broken by flying baseballs.

I had a painter give me an estimate to touch up the basement. He said it wouldn’t be a touch up…

It’s a goal when the hockey puck hits these cabinets (or does the puck have to make a mark to count?)

Yes, I think the rule is “no mark, no point”

I remember when these were pristine, just 5 years ago. Then we let the wild animals back in the house. And now I know why empty nesters still have their 20 year old matted carpet: because at some point you don’t notice things anymore and if you do, you don’t give a damn. It will just be ruined anyway…

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