Keepin' it real.

In true "Nie" fashion, I am going to "keep it real" today, and post some pictures that reveal mostly anal attributes and a few weaknesses of mine.

1. My kitchen sink. Not looking too bad. Clean sink. Dirty rag. Don't ya just hate dirty rags? I do. They stink up the place real fast.
2. My fridge. Lots a Coke. Limited fruits and veggies. Leftover Ramen for Henry. 20 pounds of ground beef for next week's Girlfriend's Kitchen...BBQ Sloppy Joes. Yum.
3. My favorite room in the house. The Great Room. This was my sole requirement when hunting for a house. I wanted to be able to cook, eat, hang out, watch TV, and all be together in one giant room all at the same time. Who wants to cook in a kitchen all alone while the rest of the fam is hanging out in the next room over? Not me. But you are also hearing this from the same person who hates to close the bathroom door out of fear she may miss something exciting going on.
4. What are the kids doing? Sleeping. And no, I won't risk waking them with the flash. My personal time is way too precious.
5. Favorite shoes. I love me some Keens. They aren't the most flattering shoe, but they are wide enough for my Flintstone feet, super comfy, AND they are slip on for a casual stroll but supportive enough for a dead sprint. No, I don't sprint....except for today when my baby was midfall, rolling off my bed..
6. My closet. The mess still stands. We did buy a $5 dresser at Savers to sand and refinish, but we (clear throat to get hubby's attention) haven't got around to that yet. Meanwhile, the jeans keep falling on my head.
7. The toilet. Lookin' pretty darn good for going on 7 days since a good scrub.
8. Laundry. Too bad there are 2 other hampers filled with dirty, pooped in clothes, in the kids' rooms. I feel like wash has to be done daily around here. It's one of those neverending jobs. I also wanted to note that it's not so much the almost-full dirty clothes hamper that bothers me in this photo...it's the fact that my husband chooses to stack crazy amounts of old receipts, ticket stubs, and change on top of the dresser next to it, only for many of them to find themselves to the floor (see photo). I wonder if he even knows that someone (me!) has to come along from time to time and dump his contents in the garbage. Wouldn't it be just as easy for him to empty his pockets into the garbage directly?
9. Self-portrait. I was adorning my apron and in the middle of getting down a piece of my Grandma's China from high in the cupboard to serve my whole wheat pasta with eggplant on, when I remembered that I needed to take a picture for this blog post. So, I lied. I really tried to take at least 20 self portrait shots, but all of them showed my double chin and lopsided eyes. I put on the apron, set the timer on the camera, posed for the picture, threw off the apron, and went to Cafe Rio for dinner instead. If we're "keeping it real" I thought I better be honest about that one.

10. Dream Vacation. I would love for Preston and I to go on a Spa Vacation. Here would be nice. I don't even need to go to far from home. Just hang out away from the kids and hustle & bustle for a few days. Sleep. Get a massage. Read. Get a pedicure. Have someone cook for me. Hike the red rock. Get a facial. Talk to my hubby. Acupuncture. Take a cooking class. Do yoga. Sit in the hot tub. Ponder. Just for the record, Preston would NEVER go for this, so I better keep dreaming.

Come on, take a turn: Keely, Katie, Allie, Pam, Melinda and anyone else who desires to "keep it real". And no, you can't clean first. Just do it. We wanna see your true colors.