blog: truth

okay, i've had it with all of these splenda-sweet than comments like, "oh, everything you do is great" and "love the photos".  c'mon, peeps--do you think this is R.E.A.L?

i'm a wreck, a chicken in search of her lopped off head and a neurotic perfectionist who buys paint i can't afford, roams too far to make a craigslist find cost-effective and has a stockpile of finished projects to post 'cuz i was a non-commenting-furniture-refinishing-blog stalker for a year before i burst on the scene with my lower case rambles and randomly placed punctuation.

uh-huh.  the guilt has taken its toll and i must spill the beans about the beast behind this blog.

 "can you handle my truth???"

 

photo truth #1:  hair

since adding jenn's photo of my head to my banner and having bonnie bail me out of my curly conundrum, the hair has been brought up by a few.  so, yes, that's my real hair--which is best hidden under a hat--but the color is... um...a frugality driven diy.

photo truth #2: photography

now do you know why i babble on about and gush over my photographer/neighbor friend, jenn?  now do you know why i haven't posted every project i've done?   this is an example of my pre-meeting-jenn camera skill.

i shudder. (get it?  shuDDer like shuTTer as in camera...oh, forget it.)

photo truth #3:  i am the moose.

i do not like a messy house so i often belt out a gentle holler asking frick, frack and 'tween to stop what they're doing so we can have a "10 minute pick-up" like some over-organized blogger suggested i do to tackle the propagating piles.   

this is how it went last night:

me:  come hither, my little chitlins. 'tis once again your favorite time of day!  'tis time i LET you help me straighten out the shambles in our surrounds.

kids, in unison:  (immediately stop/drop and shut off the electronics close their novels) oh, yes, mother!  please, oh, please, let us be of service to you since you do so very much for us.  

me:  (blushing)  okay, little lovelies, slowly scan the room for objects you inadvertently left aside before you enthusiastically set off to do your chores and finish your third novel this week.  gather the goods and place them in their designated space since all household items have a special spot, of course.

(kids silently scan the room.... and then quietly walk out.)

why?  you have to ask me why??????

it's because they only see MY #$@% scattered about their surrounds.

i didn't put the sugar away.  i didn't return the library books.  i didn't find a home for my camera.  i didn't fill out the permission slips or write the $35 per student check for the field trip (no lie!).

but i am not a slob... i am the moose.

or sidetrack sally or absentminded amy or distracted darla or befuddled betty or, perhaps,.... the mouse.

not a pig, though.  that's going a bit too far.

yes, those book covers are the photo truths for my moosy-messiness 'cuz i was frenzied farah and forgot to take a for real photo.  

woo...i feel better now that i've eased that load of guilt off my shoulders.

how about you?