Chaos and clutter

My husband likes to say we, “Never fight.” Which, depending on your definition of “fight” is true! But we DO disagree at times.

One of our biggest disagreements is “the office.”  The office is supposed to be my area to do my writing, photo editing, page design, etc. However, his laptop has pretty much become a desktop due to the hinge breaking that holds up the screen. So, I lost my computer space. Plus, we just like to be in the same room, and I find myself working while sitting on the couch in the living room with him.

Nonetheless, I still consider it more “my” office, and, as such, its subject to my personal version of organized chaos. Or as my husband puts it, clutter.

Whatever. Poh-tay-toe, Poh-tah-toe.

Either way, its pretty much a room with stacks of stuff everywhere. That’s been my definition of organization as far back as I can remember. My bedroom would look like a tornado hit it as a kid, but I’ll be darn if 9 times out of 10 I couldn’t put my hand on exactly the item you would ask me to find.

(Ironically, in school and at work in an office, I tend to be super organized. I still remember like it was yesterday, one of my school teachers commenting that my bedroom must be immaculate the way I would organize things for her. If she only knew the disaster area it truly was…)

However, I was forced into cleaning mode today. For one thing, my husband is on the road, and I love having a surprise for him any time he gets home. I set my mind to shock him with a much more organized office. (Its a tiny room, so perfection could only happen if I threw everything out and went spartan.) For another thing, I wanted to figure out somewhere to put my laptop so I could work in the office again myself. I have a couple big projects on the back-burner that I need to focus on… and I focus best at a desk versus on the couch. Finally, I was missing a sheet of Forever stamps… and my remote shutter for my camera is MIA.

We’ll find out if my husband deems my first reason as success (with him liking what I’ve done.) I’m sitting at the desk right now, so that was a success. And I found my stamps. The remote shutter is still missing. At least it only cost me about $8, so if I have to get a new one I can. I’d just rather not have to do that.

I’m going to try REALLY hard not to let this room go to heck again. I am. I can’t make any promises, as my natural disposition is to go into the organized chaos thing. But I’ll try. Because I gotta admit, a neat, clean room just feels so good… so light and fresh and open.

Can’t hide

I used to keep a daily journal on the LiveJournal site. It still exists (the journal) since I purchased a Permanent Account years ago. I still update it periodically, but on a whole I’m too busy living life to really write about it daily. I wish I did still update regularly, though, since its fun to go back and read where I was on a given day. Plus, I made a lot of really good friends on the LJ site, and I’d like to keep in touch better.

The problem with writing sometimes is that you lose a person’s emotional reactions as they tell a story. You can’t see a smile or hear a laugh. You can’t see the tears rolling down their cheeks as they recount something that happened. So to compensate, I would try to augment my writing with smilies or “LOL” or things like *wink* to help bring a story to life. (I probably should have relied more on my writing style than that, but its a journal… I could/can do what I want.) I wanted to try to make it more like I was speaking the story than writing it.

I can’t hide my emotions very well. If I am happy, you’ll see it in my eyes or in a big smile. I love to smile! If I am upset, I might not come out with it, but you’ll know as I withdraw. My husband can always tell when I am upset, because I get quiet. Even when we chat via IM, he can just tell in how I type when my mood is down.

I’m non-confrontational. If I am upset with a person, or I just want to be left alone, you’ll see it in how I interact with you. I’ll be stand-off-ish. I might refuse to look you in the eye. I don’t WANT to show how I feel, but I can’t hide it either. I refuse to be fake, and even if I force a smile it’ll never reach my eyes.

Be it in text or in person, I find it hard not to convey my emotions. Perhaps that’s not always best, but at least I am true to  myself.


NaBloPoMo October 2012Post based on today’s NaBloPoMo prompt:
Are you good at hiding your feelings or is your face an open book?

Looking ahead 31 days

Fall leavesOctober 1st. August seemed to drag, but September was over in the blink of an eye. Now its October, and I have no doubt it’ll pass even quicker.

I love fall. Absolutely love it. Right now I have the windows open, listening to rain falling gently, tree frogs chirping. It’s 60° at the moment, and the breeze feels wonderful. I have fall decorations up inside and outside, and tonight I flipped on the fireplace insert. I didn’t turn any heat on, but the glow just seemed right.

Fall means pumpkin patches, corn mazes, Oktoberfest, and football. It means fun socks, sweaters, and pumpkin spiced lattes. Ghost stories and horror flicks make for fun thrills.

It means my parent’s wedding Anniversary is just around the corner, and some very special birthdays aren’t far behind.

I luckily should have two or three photoshoots this month. My husband’s schedule is quite full this month as well. My parents may be visiting later in the month, which is always a treat. And speaking of treats…


I think I have my costume figured out. I just have to make sure one key component still fits. I’ll admit it: I’m always excited about Halloween!

I’m also participating in NaBloMo this month. (National Blog Posting Month) I hope it will help me get back on track with blogging regularly.  I rarely post about the day’s prompt, but I like a lot of the prompts I see this month. The theme is “Mask” which should be fun. Since, when I think mask, I think hiding something or yourself. Exploring the many things one may hide will be interesting.

Welcome to October! Please don’t be in any hurry to leave… lets enjoy the month and its many treats it brings.

The wife of a touring musician tells it like she sees it…

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