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merely talk

rantings and ravings with little cohesion and plenty of pretension

 

Cleanliness is next to Godliness, supposedly.

I guess it's about time to get my squealing "phan" girl (get it, phan like phantom, I'm so witty I slay myself) off the top of the page.

I don't really have much to say. I'm coming down with some weird illness. It'll most likely turn out to be a cold, but weird illness just sounds so much better.

I was thinking at work today about cleanliness. And how when you come right down to it, I am very unclean. Well no, not unclean, just a slob I guess. Not about gross things like food. I hate food that's been left out. It sticks and it's gross, but about non-smelly things I'm pretty messy. Especially my bedroom. At the moment half my wardrobe is strewn across the floor. It's been this way for at least two weeks and I just can't be bothered to pick it up.

My "office" has a whole bunch of random work papers in haphazard piles. I really need to file them, and if I hadn't left them for so long, it would have been easy, but I have and now it's going to take awhile. So I've been avoiding them.

My living room is a mess of different yarns and knitting needles and patterns and blankets cause I'm always cold.

In the end I think the only acceptably clean room in the apartment is the second bedroom. And that's only because I don't use it.

What I find weird about all of this is how impeccably clean I am at work. When the kids and I are done with a toy we clean it up. Which is fine and part of my job. But the weird thing is when I arrive at some of my houses I sometimes have to do a bit of cleaning of the rooms I work in. So usually I leave the place I work in a much better condition than how I found it.

So why can I do this at work, but not my own house. Part of it may be that it is an other persons home. Another may be that since it is my workspace it needs to be uncluttered, so working in a messy room would be counter productive for the kids and lead to way to many distractions.

I guess I just find it weird how cleaning at these places is just second nature, while cleaning at my place is an absolute chore.

And yes I did just write a long post about cleaning. I'm not boring at all. Maybe I should stop reading so much. (to get that last line you should go read a few posts back at Amy's blog...which you should be reading anyway cause it's awesome.)

 

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Anonymous Anonymous Says:

Hey guess what, I have some weird illness too! When I talked to you on Thursday night, I was fine, and then all of a sudden, I wasn't...so no Whistler for me, just bed and getting behind in classes. Although today I will try to read a novel or two. This would be the perfect time for books on tape. Yesterday I didn't read anything because I didn't want to have to look at stuff, but watching home-decorating shows without looking at the screen is only slightly better than nothing. Stupid kids with their germs. Then again, my cat caught a baby rat the other day--shudder--so maybe I have the plague.

Amanda

 
 
Blogger amy Says:

Oh my god amanda i hope you don't have the plague, although that would make you an important piece of social history. did you know there are no rats in Alberta? That's pretty much the only reason I live there. Except I don't really live there now. But still.
Hope all is well and the next time I see you I will decorate you a cake!

 
 
Blogger amy Says:

and I did steal my swedish list from the wall of the sweet suite. I feel there's something missing though. I think I need to find a new country to consider paradise and make a list about. Any ideas?

 
 
Blogger Tessa Says:

Belgium. They have Chocolate and really good beer. So there's two things to put on the list already...

 
 
Blogger amy Says:

and they allow gay-marriage I think. And they speak flemmish, which sounds kind of grose, but in a cool non-flemy way.I think flem is spelt different. like with a p maybe? i don't know.

 

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