A home can be viewed as a reflection of one's inner self. What does it say about you? Is it tidy? Cluttered? Are there cans of Cheese Whiz lying around? Does it scream raging alcoholic
? Do you have a liter of lube besides your bed?
In my case, it has become tragically apparent that I have very conservative, utilitarian, and minimalist tendencies. Thankfully, important people in my life are doing an intervention to de-Westin
the look of inside the house. Mean Cub, the boyfriend, drove seven hours all the way from Austin, TX to the rescue with a colorful painting and framed print. (see above)
Mom is frantically working on a tall colorful abstract painting to go above my fireplace. I can't wait to see it, because Mom is an excellent artist. It would be meaningful too, because her painting will become the centerpiece by virtue of its location. I am giddy because moonlight comes in from an entryway window making a spiritual symbol above where her painting will be. It will be a perfect representation of what I have always thought about my Mother... an angel.
Despite a well-known hostility to alcoholism, I bought a silver tray to go over the buffet in the dining room area where Mean Cub placed various bottles of alcohol. Though alcohol is not a part of my lifestyle, I yielded so home wouldn't look like an institutionalized "NO FUN ZONE
". So, it's really there for guests... not me! Loooook at me. I don't smoke. I don't drink. I'm Sandra Dee!
I was notified yesterday that my tennis team qualified for the state championship tournament May 17-20. It will be the third straight year
I have made the tournament. This is especially sweet, because I switched teams before the season started in a brutally competitive 10 team division. We fought off the other teams to finish #1 and WIN Baton Rouge's division. My former team finished third. Womp. Womp.
Don't worry, I will not let this go to my head. I feel very blessed and grateful, especially considering peers that play for losing record teams, have dinky trophies, and regularly suffer embarrassing 6-1,6-0; 6-2,6-0; 6-3,6-0 defeats in a single season as part of their permanent tennis record
. Not everyone can maintain the requisite mental toughness, athleticism, or smarts to win.
Which leads me to this... I am clamping down on "tooting my own horn" to prepare for the upcoming championship tournament. I will put every effort into toughening up for the next three weeks. When I come out of solitary confinement, IT will be as a deranged, rabid, and mentally abused redheaded stepchild hell-bent on delivering an asswhooping of epic proportions on the tennis courts. This may sound crazy, but this is how we Sith mentally exercise.