Sunday, we heard a fantastic message on the importance of work. I love our pastor, because a) he's silly and b) the messages are not the standard fare you get in most churches. They are always biblical, but he is an intellectual, so there is always a twist that never would have occurred to me. I really would like to post a link, so you guys could hear his words of wisdom, but it hasn't been loaded to the website yet. Darn it!
That afternoon, DQ graciously agreed to babysit while Mr. Clairol and I ran off and saw a movie. Let me just say, I personally think Wolverine is worth the money to see on the big screen. I LOVED this movie and not just because there is a lot of footage of a nekkid Hugh Jackman. It was funny and exciting and best of all, GAMBIT is on the big screen! My very favorite character in the cartoon finally gets a real face. And Taylor Kitsch does a fabulous job.
We branched out and had dinner at a new eatery in downtown Sac. I really wish we'd do this more often. While Cool Hand Luke's and Visconti's have great food, I want something new every now and then. We hit Burgers and Brew (a Davis favorite that has migrated to us) and I had the best french fries of my life. That and a cold Stella? Heaven. The service sucked, but hey, whatever. We'll definitely be going back, so that I can suss out if they pour a decent black and tan.
Of course, there's a price to pay for my drunken revelry. My house is horrible. Don't believe me? Take a look at this:
The living room doesn't look too bad, but keep in mind I performed massive triage on it early this morning. The unfolded laundry is hiding in bedrooms and you can't see how badly to floor needs vacuuming.
Missy Hoohaw's room and one of the batches of laundry I mentioned. The room gets worse as you cross the threshold, but I'm just not that brave this morning.
I saved the worst for last. AAAAIIIIIYEEEEEEEEEEEE! The Kitchen That Ate Sacramento! It's horrible and I see several rounds of dishes in my immediate future. So farewell, blog friends. I'm off to enjoy the integrity of work, which apparently my soul needs. Now that I think about it, maybe that message wasn't so great after all.
6 comments:
Oh, yeah, so know the chaos that ensues mom being gone.
I finished the latest Jim Butcher novel this weekend and it is waiting for one of the neighborhood tribe college kids to get home from school.
ya know what I love about you? you keep it REAL. My looks exactly like that most of the time!!! It's not straight out of a magazine...we LIVE in our house, as do you. I love that I feel like I KNOW you and that we could just move the laundry to a different spot and sit down and talk and laugh for hours.
I'm glad you're u p and about and doing something for yourself!
Oh Jennie, I love you so.
These pictures make me happy (though I'm sure you don't feel the same). My house looks quite similar - I wasn't kidding when I said I had to dig out. The piles are so big that I'm gonna need a shovel.
My apartment looks worse - and I don't have any kids. Please ask your Pastor if there is some kind of Biblical explanation for this??
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
Yea for you! There will always be laundry and housework and yardwork and childrearing work and on and on and on. I'm glad you had a weekend for yourself and Mr. Clairol.
Sounds like you're making great progress in your recovery. I'm glad for that!
woo hoo! your home finally looks like mine.
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