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! :)
GOOD NEWS:
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.