This NaBloPoMo has got me crazy! I posted my sermon recap late last night…seriously, I stayed up till 1am. UGH. So, all day today, I was thinking, “Aaahhh, yeah. I got my post in today.” Now, I’m sitting down at my computer a mere ten minutes before my hubby gets home
and demands I pay attention to him and I notice THAT IT POSTED YESTERDAY. So, I haven’t posted today. *sigh* I can’t win.
In an effort to be a good nablopomoer I’ll let you know what I’ve been doing the last few days. It’s really exciting. Are you ready? Cleaning. My house. We’re trying to make it guest-worthy because one of our great friends, Yancy is coming to stay with us for a week. She’s a singer/songwriter and has gigs the next two weekends in Atlanta. And we get her during the week! How fun!
We’ve lived in this house about 10 months and it still gives me the willies to clean it sometimes. I don’t know if you remember, but the previous owners (Boris & Valentina) were very…uhm…dirty. They had dogs and smoked and refused to clean. Plus they were from the Ukraine (hence the names) and they thought the house should look like a Ukrainian house. We have gold trim in several places, ghastly marble in our bathrooms and lots of strange pillars and treys (in the ceilings and the walls).
My favorite room is affectionately called, “The Pink Room”. Basically because well, it’s pink. It had pink and mauve walls, pink ceiling and my personal favorite, pink carpet. The crowning touch is some very narrow shelves built into the walls with columns of gold on the side. It’s hideous. My hubby painted it gray when we moved in but it’s still a little scary.
But the pièce de résistance is in our guest bathroom. Just walking in is an experience–all peach marble and mirrors everywhere. But when you look down, that’s when you gasp (with
pleasure confusion wonder) because Boris made our very own…wait for it…trash can holder. That’s right, a marble trash can holder. I doubt any of you have this priceless addition to your bathroom. And as soon as you look at the picture, you’re going to wonder why this isn’t in every bathroom in America. (Probably because they are all in the Ukraine.)
(And here’s a front view. I just couldn’t bear to put TWO pictures of a toilet on my blog!)
There it is. Something you never wanted to know about me. And it’s all NaBloPoMo’s fault!