This was my dining room table on Saturday morning:

It had been piled high with random books since I made a video more than a week before.

When I needed to make the video, it was really fun to go through the house grabbing armful after armful of books to use as props.

At that point, I was being creative, using my imagination, and doing what needed to be done to make a project happen.

After it was over, though, the excitement of carrying books (HEAVY books) was gone.

Randomly grabbing is ever-so-much more fun than sorting and putting back in designated places.

But after tripping over the (not pictured) fourth pile of books on the floor . . . for eight days, and after answering my husband’s question about why there were almost 100 books piled up in the dining room, I finally put them back.

Not glamorous in the least.

But my dining room does look better.

And I stuck about 20% of the books in the Donate Box, so there’s that, too.

THE #1 most frustrating thing  for a scatter-brained mama?

When you actually think ahead and do the non-scatter-brained thing, and it STILL doesn’t end well.

I went to Blissdom (a blogging conference) this past weekend.  It was in the Dallas area, so I drove.

Now let me say I do have a bit of a fear of parking garages.

This is partly due to movie scenes where people are murdered in them, but also because I have wasted hours of my life, wandering through parking garages, looking for my car.

So . . . I was rather proud of myself for thinking to write the number of my parking spot on the back of my parking ticket.

See it up there?  It says 2E43, right?

Which is exactly what this says:

Right?

And yet, I spent 20 minutes wandering around the parking lot, looking for my hard-to-miss Suburban.  Thankfully, Cris from Goodeness Gracious (a fab food blog), was kind enough to wander around with me.

I owe her for helping me avoid my other Parking Garage Fear.  (The being-murdered one.)

We found 2E43.  Really.

But it wasn’t my Suburban. 

After much wandering, confusion, and frustration, we followed the honk of my remote lock, and finally found my vehicle.

We’d been looking on the Green Level.  Instead of the Red Level.

Never in a million years would it have occurred to me that writing down the numbers/letters wasn’t enough.  I also should have noticed the color of the numbers/letters.

That’s just cruel, people. 

I’ve liked Rachael Ray ever since her first quirky 30 Minute Meals show on the Food Network.

I like her magazine, Every Day with Rachael Ray.  Good recipes. Good tips. (Normally) good ideas.

The April issue that we just got has some ultra-creative egg decorating ideas.

They give techniques for making eggs REALLY hard to hunt.  They show how to make them look like grass or rocks, or blend in with  table decorations or a brick sidewalk.

But then . . . the cutest idea of all was one that made the egg look a pair of baby shoes, hidden in plain sight with all of the family’s other shoes.

Hmmm.  Hidden in plain sight doesn’t really work for me.  You know, Slob Vision and all . . .

Another showed how to make an egg look like part of a shirt, so you could hide it IN A DRAWER!

In a drawer, people.

Can I just say that while eggs hidden outside can feature all sorts of creativity . . . no slob should, under any circumstances . . . place a boiled egg (cute or not) inside a drawer.

And walk away.

And assume someone will find it.

Before it starts to smell.

I suppose the eggs could be blown out (a concept that totally grosses me out), but then we have the issue of eggshells in my underwear.

I just can’t see how it could possibly end well in our home.

Please note: If you’d like to suggest I make a spreadsheet detailing the number of eggs hidden vs found . . . Welcome!

You must be new here. 

The magazine subscription link?  It’s my Amazon affiliate link, of course!