Monday, May 05, 2008

Our house, in the middle of the street.

Last Friday I got a chance to play in a golf tournament. Bobbi took the day off from work to stay home and watch the girls. As fate would have it, there was no school that day so Lisa dropped Kirsten off at the house and she spent the day playing with Sam and Mac.

A short while before I left to play in the tournament I sat down in the living room to play my guitar. (Editor's note: I use the term "living room" lightly because I'm not really sure what the area at the front of our house is called. We have an open floor plan which means there really are no walls separating any of the rooms, so the family room melds with the kitchen which melds with the living room and the dining room and a small area that I really think was just left over when they built the house. We call that the "piano area" because the previous owners had a piano there. Bobbi wants to turn it into another sitting area while I would like to turn it into a bar. That, in a nutshell, describes the difference between Bobbi and I.)

I was looking at this picture tonight and it occurred to me that it says a lot about what it's like to live in our house:

1. We have no furniture. Actually, we have some furniture. We have the important stuff like beds, a dining room table, big screen TV, stripper pole and sex swing. What we don't have is furniture in the living room (or the piano area for that matter). What furniture we do have, like wall decorations and my grandmother's mantle for example, we cannot be bothered to actually hang on the walls. Our house is decorated to resemble the inside of a storage shed. If we could just park a dolly in the corner the look would be complete.

2. Tidiness is not our strong suit. We really have no boundaries in the house when it comes to the girls playing with their toys. You can walk anywhere in our home, from the laundry room to the master bathroom, and step on something that came in a Happy Meal. This stems from the fact that despite our children having decent sized rooms, that space is nothing compared to the rest of the house. They like to run and dance and play and I don't have the heart to make them do it in the small space that remains in their room after you put in the bed, the dresser and the sweat box for when they've been unruly with the warden.

3. There's a lot of dancing. Whenever I play my guitar the girls immediately break into dance. At least it starts as a dance and soon evolves into sort of a high speed chase around the room with much giggling and posing and falling down. This picture perfectly illustrates any given moment during a typical guitar performance.

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