What happens at your dining room table?

we go through school days, talk through schedules, do battle over what the kids are refusing to eat, have knock knock joke make up contests.

I don’t have much of a dining room table as I live in an apartment which doesn’t really have a dining room. So the table that’s in there is a simple round table that could seat four comfortably and six very uncomfortably.

We use it as a general all-purpose table. I do sewing on it and my partner does his drafting homework on it. We play cards on it. We very rarely eat at it though, as we rarely do a full sit-around-the-table style lunch or dinner, so for the most part we simply eat while watching last night’s episode of The Colbert Report.

The table itself has been in my partner’s family for a decent amount of time, and the top of it is well worn down with x-acto knife cuts and tape. It could probably tell a few pretty interesting stories, if it could talk!

We eat at the table for “family dinners”. This is a dinner with everyone who lives in the apartment and me (it’s at my boyfriend’s place). We usually have a family dinner at least once a week. Then we generally talk about various plans and politics and whatever runs through our minds. We also eat pre-dinner snacks there. The other day, I told a story about my frustrating day as we chowed down on guac and chips. Yum!

I also sew at that table, my boyfriend draws there, one roommate does work there, the other roommate does bills and school stuff there. It’s a very useful table.

My daughters ask me what is my favorite song. Then they want to know if I can name the kids names that played in The Sound of Music. Then we discuss the different books that I read to them over the years.

I don’t have a formal dining room, rather a kitchen table since I live in an apartment. But at that table my boyfriend works from it since he works from home as well as we eat all of our meals from it. I also do crafting projects on the table as well. Very useful table!

My husband Rick, of blessed memory, built our dining-room table. Seats six comfortably, ten uncomfortably (lurve to dynamicduo for good format). When no one was visiting we ate on the sofa with Jon Stewart and David Caruso.
We had everyone’s birthday there, Christmases, Thanksgivings…
Before every party, we had to do all the paperwork we’d left there till further notice.

Daloon asks if we had conversations. Sure did. They went on and on and on. Toasts and speeches were made. Special diets were accommodated and made fun of. Engagements and graduations were celebrated. Arguments were had. Resentments were carried over from year to year. Love was openly expressed. That table is a sinkhole of memory and this continues.

It is my favorite time of day! It’s time for family conversation about “what’s going on in your life?” I love my family and get excited to hear about what’s up each day.

Meals are served and eaten, Lego cities are built and destroyed, real estate moguls are born courtesy of Monopoly, the newspaper is read, cartoons and CNN are viewed, the dog walks around it if the chairs haven’t been pushed in. Lots of great conversations and discussions have taken place around my dining room table. At this moment there is a gigantic line of Hot Wheels spreading from one end to the other.

Meals lost in time! BBQ’d hamburgers with all the fixins.. that big tray full of goodies for the superbowl.. all the good meals we had before the family collapsed.

We have an informal table in the breakfast area of our kitchen which we eat together at Monday through Friday. We eat in our dining room or outside on weekends . We enjoy eating together as a family. There I’d usually great food, soft music and conversation.

Everything. The table still has some wonderful intaglios from the days when my kids did their homework on it. My mother keeps nagging me to have it refinished.

It has become one of Milo’s favorite perch-and-stare-outside spots, too, when the sun shines.

Right now our kitchen table is where we sort laundry. It used to be where we sat and ate dinner while telling jokes, talking about what had happened during the day, did homework, explained birds and bees, made cookies, made gyoza, paid bills, and sundry other activities.

I smoke blunts at my dining room table. That’s really the only recent action it’s gotten.

Dense answer, but that’s k.

A lot of Fluthering.

We got rid of our formal dining room in favor of making it an office. However, we have an awesome kitchen table where all manner of things go on. We eat family meals there when we’re not eating on the fly. We say grace with the kids: “Thank you for the flowers so sweet. Thank you for the food we eat. Thank you for the birds that sing. Thank you Lord, for everything.” – even though we are not sure God exists. We sing and talk and laugh. Our visitors routinely shun the comfortable living room, only to linger for hours on the hard wood kitchen chairs. Painting and craft projects take place there, as well as haircuts and fingernail painting. Drinking a beer after a bad day, talking about the bad day, and letting go of the bad day. Dreaming and planning about the future (in which there will surely be no bad days!) may be the most important function our lovely table serves.

It is my desk space. I have a computer desk in my spare room but it is dark and small and cold in there, so I only use it to store files and keep my printer.

The dining area has access to TV, telephone and kitchen. I could live there foll time if my desk chair reclined.

Our dining room table is a place to store things. I haven’t eaten on it in years. My wife and her friends will use it for dinner sometimes.

In our flat, the dining room table is used for dinner parties, open-air tie storage, and working on laptops.

Stacking. I moved in with my boyfriend (now husband) in 2005, and I have never actually seen the surface of the dining room table. Any horizontal surface in the house (including the back of the toilet, tops of bookshelves, the space between books nad the shelf above, and the dining room table) is stacked with any manner of random crap.

@gail…Thank you for intaglios.

i love the way it rollls

i’ve been dining table-less for months (until yesterday!).
the most interesting thing that has happened at the dining table is an arm-wrestling match between my mother and brother that broke our old dining table quite a few years ago. but that’s the most excitement that’s ever really taken place there.
i’ll be sure to update with any new wonderful experiences that happen with this new table though haha.

Some of my happiest memories are from dining room tables – both growing up and with my own kids. We tend to Linger over dinner and talk…. sometimes politics, sometimes family stories… all sorts of things. It was a place that we all came together at the end of the day and, often, we shared that day. Our current situation is peculiar and we don’t eat together much anymore but, when we do, we tend to enjoy ourselves!

It’s rare if we actually sit down and eat.

At present it’s where sewing and bill paying goes out. In the past the dining table is where love was affirmed.

My memories are something like this. Worth the wait for commercial.

The family gathers there every night for dinner and we talk about what the day has held for each of us, what our plans are, catch up with who got voted off, who advanced in Idol, what’s on the nightly news, good bad or indifferent. We have shared many stories, many meals with friends and extended family, and several bottles of wine over later night meals on weekends and holidays. My dining room and kitchen are on a open floor plan, so they kind of flow. There is an old metal sign that hangs there that says “No matter where I serve my guests, they seem to love my kitchen best” and it’s true. No one sits in the living room anymore, we all just gather at the table.

One time i walked in on my parents having sex on the table. And let me tell you, it wasnt the greatest scene. Im scarred for life >.< I dont eat at the dinniing table anymore. :)
Like for reals.!!