Well, I wake up in the morning feeling like….. (Hold that thought. I have to check something.)
Phew! I almost made the kind of very embarrassing mistake often reserved for out-of-touch old people who attempt to sound hip by using young people phrases they hear and THINK they understand, but actually don’t.
I did that once before, discovering that “Netflix and chill” did not mean to relax and binge watch streaming television. No, indeed it did not.
I found that out the hard way, at the dinner table surrounded by four horrified young adults who instantly formed a choir of discordant singers with one lyric: “EEWWWWWWW!”
Thus, I revisited my plan to start this “Where Bloggers Live” post–about a day in the life– with the Ke$ha lyric: I “wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy.”
Usually I don’t think things all the way through and just go with it. But then I asked myself, ‘HOW exactly do you think P Diddy wakes up?” Presently, with the nest now empty and finding myself solely in the company of three dogs who did not know the answer, I turned to Google.
There, I discovered myriad suggestions as to how P Diddy wakes up and none of them are remotely reflective of me.
Scandal averted.
If you were to ask Mr, he will tell you that I do not wake up well. I believe more than once he’s expressed his dismay at having to “pull me out of bed” in the morning. On the flip, he is extremely accomplished at waking up but fortunately that illness is not contagious.
Fast foward: I DO get out of bed, make the bed, go grab a shower…select the jeans and shirt of the day, then race downstairs for coffee (lot’s o’cream, no sugar).
Mr and I try to get a good start on our daily step count by taking five or six laps around the yard via our decade-long sidewalk project:
As soon as the house is empty, I grab a second cup of coffee and sit down to a nutritious breakfast.
Sometimes I have breakfast with friends:
But usually over breakfast I open the Rabbit Hole, aka Macbook, and see what Jodie and a few others are up to; find out whether the wokes or the facists are winning the day’s Twitter war (because apparently we now live in an either/or world and there is ZERO in between–and that’s all the politics you’ll find here, thank you very much); follow up on a few ideas; the occasional quick visit to Instagram and Facebook; then close the Rabbit Hole and hide the breakfast evidence..
Then it’s upstairs to draw the daily eyebrows, do something with the mop of I-can’t-believe-how-long-my-hair-is, go back downstairs and do something to burn off the energy of the dog hair distribution team so they are less of this:
and more of this:
Finally settled, I can attend to any number of glamorous activities, from toilet cleaning, to dog doody duty, to extracting laundry stains and/or removing dog snot from the windows. None of these, by the way, are activities you will find on ANY of Bravo’s “The Real Housewives” programming…. which, I guess means I am doing my housewiving incorrectly.
After enough of the necessities are checked off the list, I can move on to either projects, yard work, errands or assisting my folks. Last month, I added a new perennial garden. This month, projects have taken center stage since I am participating in the One Room Challenge and would really love to finish my dining room in time.
Around 4:30, I start putting project things away, vacuum away the day’s hair tumbleweeds, tidy up and do a few last chores, and start thinking about dinner.
Mr reappears around 6 or so, and if the weather is nice we grab a few more steps, or on Thursdays we cut the lawn.
Lately, after dinner, we’ve become pretty addicted to vintage Perry Mason episodes and we…. try .. to… guess…. who……zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
OH MY GOSH, THIS BECAME SO BORING I JUST PUT MYSELF TO SLEEP!!!
If you read this far, you deserve a medal. Now GO! RUN….QUICK…before I regale you with my bedtime dental routine.
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Iris at Iris’ Original Ramblings
Jodie at Jodie’s Touch of Style
Welcome to “Where Bloggers Live.” It’s kind of like HGTV’s “Celebrities at Home,” but…Bloggers!
Who doesn’t like to peek behind the scenes and see inside people’s homes? The second Friday of each month is when this group of six bloggers links up to share their workspaces, homes, towns… or whatever our fearless leader, the fabulous Bettye, proposes.
Make sure you visit everyone to see where the magic happens!
Well, your day sounds pretty good to me (all except all the walking). I don’t walk nearly enough (don’t tell anyone). Loved the picture of your dogs napping. They look pretty comfty!
I did laugh about your nighttime dental routine and all the comment. I actually had to go back and re-read your post.
Iris
I for one am super glad that you have a nighttime dental routine. The only teeth you need to take care of are the ones you want to keep!! (I couldn’t pass that up, sorry).
You are at least way ahead of me with the young kids talk. I’d never even heard the P. Diddy reference or know the Netflix one either. Just call me a fuddy-duddy.
You know you made my heart melt with the two dogs sleeping like that. OMG, that’s priceless.
And is that really a photo of your backyard?? Did I somehow miss that you have a pool? Not that I want one, but I didn’t see the chess set in the photo??
XOOX
Jodie
http://www.jtouchofstyle.com
I actually thought out you when I wrote the dental routine line, haha. And you’re right about taking care of the pearlies. I’ve turned into the kind of person who snatches Skittles and starbursts out of people’s hands, not really, just in my head. But one of my kids absolutely won’t touch them having learned the hard way that they are not tooth friendly.
The chess set is top center, but it’s a google picture and a little fuzzy because of the long shadows. You’ll see it soon, it was really pretty this year!
We do have a pool. Never thought we would but I have learned to never say never when Mr gets an idea.
The sleeping dogs… I’ll be forwarding you a reel that the Docious sent to me last night. Pretty accurate.
xoxo
I do not eat cheesecake for breakfast, and now I am questioning my life choices.
Hilarious reply, Sally! I did actually laugh out loud.
As always, your blog IS a joy to visit!
I LITERALLY gasped when I saw the aerial view of your property (who even HAS an aerial view of their property?!?) and the walking course around it. Holy Kamoley.
And I can’t wait to see some finished product shots of your perennial garden (I just watched the in-process” video on IG).
And agreed, sleeping dogs are the best kinds of dogs. As are children. I used to love when my daughter was little and got sick and it was appropriate to give her some Tylenol, which knocked her right the heck out. AHHHH. A sick child = parental bliss.
Thanks for sharing your day (and not your nighttime dental routine) with us!
xoxo Bettye
https://fashionschlub.com
Thank you, 좋은 친구 (Gosh, I hope I got that right)!
Everyone (mostly) has an aerial view o their property, haha. That’s a Google map satellite view that I cropped and rotated. I do concur, however, that it’s a Holy Kamoley. When we first moved here, not for the house but for the yard, there was HUGE disappointment when we discovered the neighbors tried to get it declared a wetland because it was exactly that. Talk about some buyer’s remorse. Over the past 15 years, really, we kept adding sections and completed the circuit last year. More on that and the perennials in an upcoming post (promises promises).
My daughter and I just watched “The Act” on Netflix, so even though I TOTALLY get what you meant about the Tylenol, my twisted sense of humor keeps conjuring the miniseries. But yeah, the angelic sleeping.
Maybe WBL will get around to “nighttime dental routine” if ever you run out of topics 🤣