I believe I have removed any element of surprise with the title of the post, so for those of you hoping for suspense up until the final photo, I apologize. In addition to creating irrational rules about things and having the attention span of a hyperactive flea, I’m also pretty instant gratification.
So, when last we left Lori, she had pledged to clean and organize the office part of her home, as well as tame the fire-hazard of a snake infestation that lived under her desk. And a pledge is not to be undertaken lightly. It may not carry the mortal threat of an Unbreakable Vow, but, you know, it’s up there. Plus there was a nasty 20 point penalty to be levied if she failed. And given her absolute lack of anything lovely, crafty, creative or even sanitary in the house department, that was a threat she took seriously.
And now I will stop with the referring to myself in the third person. Although, it’s kind of fun. Makes me want a crown. And a sceptre. And a guillotine.
So, click here for the before photos. (But then come back.)
So here is a stunning photo of a clean desk.
Note the luster of the wood. I used Pledge. Yes I did. This is not a paid endorsement for Pledge. Pledge and its parent companies are not affiliated with me, my blog, my cats or any of my now lustrous wood products. This is me bragging about the fact that I have cleaning products. Real ones. With spray nozzles.
And here is a photo that shows under the desk. Note the HUGELY OBVIOUS absence of snakes.
Himself was kind enough to stop by Best Buy and acquire for me the largest, scariest, most industrial looking power strip in the history of electricity. With this power strip, you can plug every appliance you own into one outlet, wire your home entertainment system, spy on your friends and neighbors via orbiting satellites and send heavily armed aircraft into the demilitarized zone of your choosing. So a little cable-and-cord snake wranglin’ was the equivalent of a fluffy cotton-candy treat for this piece of electronic wizardry.
Here is a picture of my…uhh..well, it’s a bookshelf, obviously, but I’m trying to think of a more “office-y” name for it. “Bookshelf” doesn’t have the professional, industrious, corporate-squash-you-like-a-bug flair I’m after. “Filing department.” That sounds much better. Here’s a picture of my filing department.
And here’s a close-up of one particularly noteworthy corner of the “filing department.”
Ok..ok…YES, I own a labeler. YES, I asked for it as Christmas present. NO, I am not under the care of a physician. But when I say I am getting my Martha on, when I issue myself a challenge that caries a 20 point penalty, I mean serious business and if that means breaking out the labeler… then so be it.
“Your honor, the defendant, one Lori, a blogger, is accused of contributing to the delinquency of an office product wherein she willfully and with abandon rocked out to Christina Aguilera’s ’Lady Marmelade’ in a manner more appropriate for a pole than a label-maker.”
Guilty as charged. Guilty guilty guilty. But I couldn’t help myself. The music just speaks to me. And my hips.
And when I said in an earlier post that I had Wonder Woman’s bracelet…
…I wasn’t kidding.
And this photo, this is just so I can feel a little better about the fact that a picture of my unmade bed was on the WordPress Freshly Pressed Home Page for three days. And while there’s no way on earth I can ask all those people to swing back ’round these parts again to see what the bed looks like when it’s made, at least I can take some small comfort in SOMEONE seeing it.
So…drum roll please…
Previous score: +11 points
- For successfully completing my Martha Points Office Organizational Challenge: +10 points
- For having files that offset the wall color in my bedroom home office: +1 point
- For squeezing a blog entry, a hair appointment, work, locating Child A at a random high-school where he’d been abandoned after a music event, making dinner for four kids, going out for cocktails and munchies with one of my closest friends and two loads of laundry into one day without screaming, shrieking or brandishing weapons: +5 points
But for this being the state of my bedroom chair AGAIN:
Which brings my new score up to: +24 points
And I am very carefully, very purposefully, with much humbleness, not saying ONE word about coasting, gliding, sliding, skating or any verb of any kind that does not suggest my full ready, willing and able attitude towards a rigorous and dedicated pursuit of Martha Points.
‘Cause the universe is out there with its karmic willow switch and I want my metaphoric heiny to NOT sting for just a wee little while.
This post linked to Metamorphosis Monday at Between Naps on the Porch.