Show Us Your Life - Offices

This week, at Kelly's Korner blog, everyone is sharing their home office.  I wish I had an office.  We finally have a spare bedroom that could be used, but right now it is filled with some of my daughter's things while she is deployed.  Plus I share a computer with Bran (Word to the wise, the hooks on the back of the bathroom stall doors at Barnes & Noble will not hold the weight of a backpack full of text books and a brand new laptop.  That's all I'm saying about that, right Bran?).  Sigh.  So, until I can find a small desk to fit elsewhere in my house, in the kitchen it is.

Normally, the table and stools would be pulled out more into the room, but I was worried that our two Huskies were going to slam into it and send the computer flying (that is Penni in the photo above, Max was outside).  The two large plastic bins in the front of the picture hold dog food.  They go through both of those in a month.  I am soooo glad that I'm not the one who has to clean up the backyard!  The Coke cooler was a gift from Don, and stores our BBQ tools right now.  Oh, and the ceiling fan is copper and I can't live without it.   For anyone younger who wonders why their mothers insist on keeping their ceiling fans, I have an answer for ya.  Hello.......... hot flashes, people!  Must.  Have.  More.  Air.

Just a closer yet still blurry shot of my little corner of the world.  The table was a bargain from Cost Plus World Market because it was scratched.  I need to repaint it again.   I like the distressed look, but not that distressed.  The stools came from Target on clearance during one of their Global Bazaars.  They are surprisingly comfortable.  I bought some fabric to recover them (tiny red/white polka dot), but I'm still trying to figure out what I did with my electric stapler this summer in the mad dash to Jeana's wedding.  I have no clue.  I could have sent it home with my mother-in-law, for all I know.

This stool is supposed to be at the counter, but there isn't enough room right now, so we are using it to store dog stuff by the sliding door.  Awwww... she looks so innocent, doesn't she?  She's not.  She would eat my house if left home alone long enough.  I'm not exactly staying on topic here, but this is part of the reason why I am a cat person:

Mud.  

Mud, mud, and more mud.  Because we have Huskies and they like to do this...

And this...

... while running at full speed... both in and out of my house.  They also shed the equivalent of a small animal each and every single day.  We have fur where fur should never be found.  Fur and mud.  Maybe what I really need is a mud room, not an office?