Random ramblings

I keep thinking I have nothing to talk about.

Me? Yeah, right!

In the last week, we've:

* Shot off fireworks. Okay, no. We watched fireworks being shot off at Rob's sister's house. The kids all shot Rob's flare gun, which kinda looks like fireworks but sounds like a gun. I was content to stay under the carport (read: safety). This is how I know I'm a mother. Or maybe just a nervous ninny. All I could think was "Oh, Lord, please don't let those hit that power line!" and "The tree! You're gonna set the tree on fire!" and "Please let that thing explode before it lands on somebody's roof/car/head!" I did a good job of keeping these thoughts to myself, mind you, or I'd have been laughed off the block. The kids still laughed at me just because I jumped. Almost every time. Whatever.

* Gotten the kids cell phones. The random texts I'm getting are pretty funny. "haha thanx im trapped in my room XD" (I did kinda have the attic ladder down and, um...broken). It gave me the chance to text her back "good! clean it while you're in there!" (hee hee)
Or better yet, my son sitting on the couch literally close enough to reach out and touch someone, texted: "hihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihi hi mom." I mean, really? I think they've just found a new way to annoy Mama.
Entertaining? Yes it is. Rob's learning he has to take up a new language, especially to communicate via text with Catie. It took him five minutes to figure out what WYD means. (What are you doing?) I'm glad he figured it out. I probably would have had to just ask her!
I must admit, though, I love being able to be in touch with them whenever they are not with me. And now that is becoming more and more often as they spend more time out with friends.

* took down the Christmas decorations. We nothing. That was all me. Every year it cracks me up how I can't wait to get the Christmas stuff out. I love decorating for Christmas. But once the holiday is over, I can't wait to rescue my house from all the Santas and snowflakes. It's funny how empty my house seems to look once the tree is out of the living room.

* went to do another Today's Home. (Again, all me.) I love looking at people's houses. I must confess, I'm a voyeur at heart. If I'm driving down the road at night, I love it when people leave their windows open. I don't want to see what you're doing. I just want to see how your house is decorated. And if you have anything other than a cookie cutter curb appeal, I want to see how your house is laid out. I'm thinking, where would the living room be in that house? How about the kitchen? What's it look like in there? I wanna see!!
This house was 6,000 square feet. It seemed like it went on forever. Beautiful. New. Huge. For two people. I never really understood why two people need that much space. Maybe it's just because I know I'll never have a house like that, but the more of these places I go into, the more I like my cozy little 1,000-ish square foot home. I can clean it in two hours and be done! I've been in homes with seven bathrooms and I keep thinking...somebody's got to clean all those toilets! Yes, I know. People with homes like that can probably afford maids to clean all those toilets, but still. That's an awful lot of space for just a few people. But for the 45 minutes or so I'm in their homes, I can definitely appreciate the beauty of them and for a minute, daydream. :)