I want to live in a spa, D@#M*T!

Life is beautifully busy, but it is hard for me to keep up at home, and when things get really bad I have found myself with head in hand yelling out loud, “I want to live in a spa, D@#M*T!   When my house gets extremely untidy and chaotic, it can look like a cyclone hit it.  Stuff in piles waiting to be put away … Overdue projects sitting in the corner staring me down, creating guilt … Dishes piling up … The laundry of yesterday – back again today … There are currently dust bunnies dangling off the noses of some of my most treasured keepsakes!

I once had a cat called OOffie.  This is what she looked like.  But she groomed herself way better than I have been grooming the ceramic version of her.

And ever so sadly for me, if some kind soul pops over for a visit, I’m not excited about it as I find myself in a state of humiliation apologizing over and over again for the mess.

Recently I had some time to think about the home I dream of for my family.  I found that journaling my visions for a life of living in a spa inspired me to get a few more things done around the house.  And so, I have decided to make it my new hobby.  Spadom is a term I have coined for myself.  I define Spadom as the condition of living in a spa. I want to live a Life of Spadom.

Now, I’m not exactly sure how I’m going to do all this, but I want to see how much progress I can make in a year if I blog about it for inspiration.  I don’t know how these blog tools work, and that will be an adventure in itself.  But, at least while I’m in the blogosphere I can talk to myself – And if you can’t talk to yourself, who can you talk to?  If I make a few friends along the way to root me on, that would be a groovy thing too.

Today is June 27, 2018.  Once I figure out how, I will post some pictures of what my house looks like today – a sort of baseline. Then I plan on posting my Journey to Spadom for a year.  On June 27, 2019, we will see the end result.

I believe we were all born to love one another, and I wish us all a life of Spadom.

Best wishes,


P.S.    My profile picture is my intention picture for June 27, 2019.  I intend to feel 30 years younger, 30 pounds lighter, and relaxed from living a life of Spadom.

Ok, so here are some pics… I’d prefer it if you laughed with me and not at me, but that’s up to you.  I have a friend named Lisa who laughs with me.  She would say that these are the things I have on display today.

This was my bedroom this morning. It looks better today than most days. You can see my husband, The Viking Man, got up before me and made his side of the bed. He is a good Viking Man. 🙂
I confess to almighty God and anyone viewing this blog that this pile of stuff has been there for a couple of years awaiting some space in it’s own place.
These are the things on display in our livingroom today.  My kids got back from camp almost a week ago.  At least there is a pathway.
This is my kitchen.  Perhaps a good place to start here would be to close the cupboards and push the chairs in.
This is a table of projects to be done.  Yes, it is June, and those are Christmas stockings.  Calgon, take me away!
This is not a gym.  It is our extended livingroom.  Again, perhaps I could start by pushing the chairs in.
Our patio was intended to be a place of beauty and peace.  I’m glad my cat likes it.
This started as a pano pic of my yard.  Where did it all go?  I have so much to learn on my journey to Spadom.
Once upon a time, I collected cows.  I gave away most of them.  Apparently, I now collect dust bunnies.

These are just a few trivial things I need to fix.  But the goal is to cleanse my mind, body, and my home.



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