I'm real

I'm sitting here at my dining table just looking around, biting chucks off the giant chocolate bunny my son got for Easter, and drinking a cherry diet DP.  Just thinking about life. Enjoying a quite moment.  I don't have any witty comments, or jokes.  I'm just being real.  My life is simple, unorganized, messy, fun, adventurous and ordinary.

To my right:

In front of me:

To my left:

A kitchen that no matter how many times i attempt to clean will have messes, dirty dishes piled in the sink, some lingering smell of something that i just can't get rid of, but its real.

My decorating may be weird and not following any decorating rules, but I've never been one to follow.  I'm more of a if it pleases me then it will stay. It's real.

Streamers that haven't been taken down for a few weeks, misplaced toys, a carpet cleaner i haven't found a home for yet, and crackers ground into the carpet. It's real.

This is part of my life. I never want to be unreal.