We spent a few lovely days in the Great Smoky Mountains a few weekends ago. We have friends with a house in the middle of the Shire, who in addition to their home with the huge fucking deck, have a small cabin that was ours while we visited.
We entered the cabin and found it stocked with every kind of booze I love, including muscadine moonshine. The first time I had moonshine, it was strawberry and was filled with what looked to me like kitten brains. Turns out they were just strawberries that had been leeched of their color. The muscadine had little mouse brains, which are grapes, but still..I like to think of them as brains.
In addition to the booze, we had a stocked fridge, a lovely comfortable bed..really..all the comforts of home..if our home were actually that clean.
Randy and I were watching the flat screen in the cabin after spending the evening visiting with our friends and I said, you know..when people come to visit us, they really don’t get an experience like this. Don’t get me wrong…my booze is their booze, but it’s not going to be a stocked bar, because, really..it doesn’t last that long in my house. When you are a guest at our house, we have a place in the family room, on a ceramic tile floor, where you can park your blow up mattress. Or if you don’t have a blow up mattress of your own, you can use ours. It has a slight leak. You’ll start out on a nice firm mattress and wake up in a hole in the morning.
When I know I’m having guests, I spend a little time on preparing food. I like that part. And I make SURE all the hairs that collect around the base of the toilet are all cleaned up. That pretty much sums up all the preparations for overnight guests
I would LOVE to spend a nice weekend with friends and NOT feel a little inadequate. I would LOVE to feel incredibly pampered by beautiful hosts without adding to my ‘Reasons Why Michelle Sucks’ list.
Why can’t I just have a good time without the stupid ass girl in my head pointing out my failings?
Here is my one thing at a time moment: I am reasonably sure,I will even say COMPLETELY sure, that when we have people visit for an extended stay, a good time is had by all. We are gracious hosts.
I am going to keep transforming. In order to do this, I need to appreciate my assets rather than tally up my perceived shortcomings. Like I said in a previous post, getting healthy has so much more to it than dress size. I could be in perfect physical shape and that isn’t going to change any of my other unhealthy habits. In fact, I’m pretty sure that in order to have any success at all, being kinder to myself and appreciating my own glorious badassery is going to have to come first.