Ooh, sorry, y'all! Fourteen days since my last post. Unforgiveable.
I'm plate spinning again. The blog plate is wobbling. :) Lately I'm feeling like so is the friend and relationships plate, because I'm missing everybody, and people are starting to think I'm mad at them. I'm not. I promise!! The house cleaning plate had fallen off the stick completely, and some days I'm not even sure I care!
Heck, the work plate isn't looking real steady, either. There was a minute or two this week I was starting to think I was cocky for considering myself a good reporter. It turns out certain factions in town do not like us as an institution because of some things that happened in the past. And this is a small town with a "taking care of our own" mentality. I was slightly comforted to realize the problem is not me, but now I'm just ticked! I have an obligation to my readers and I can't meet that if you're going to withhold information out of spite!
Ahem. 'Scuse me. Rant over.
One thing that is tough is handling days like today. My mom is out of town (because I have a new niece!), and Christopher came home from church last night with rashes on his arms and complaining of a sore throat. I have to take him to the doctor today, which means rescheduling an interview I had for this morning and going to work whenever I get there. And I have to go to work, because I have to cover a school board meeting tonight. I'm sure this all feels worse because work is 45 minutes away. I think my Mama has spoiled me, because if she were home she would take him to the doctor for me!!
I don't mean to complain. As I reread what I've written here, I realize it's no tougher than anything else. It's just life. But I wanted to blog and these are the things on my mind this week.
I hope everyone had a lovely Valentine's Day! Robb was sick, so we cooked dinner at his house, watched NCIS and exchanged gifts. He gave me a ginormous box of chocolates and a ginormous stuffed red and white dog. It guards my bed while I'm at work. :) I made him a CD. Yes, I know it's corny, but he liked it. :)
I hope y'all have a good week. :)
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Thursday, February 2, 2012
A day in the most fabulous life ever....
I've been feeling almost giddy the last few days. I swear if things get any better I'm just gonna.... cry. I guess, because you can only smile so wide.
Omigosh I'm doing what I love again and I'm on cloud nine! That my boss is happy with my work and my timetable just makes it that much better. I like going to work. The day is over before I know it, and I'm not totally sapped.
On that note, I HAVE to share my day with you. This is the epitome of why I love what I do. I think I floated home.
This morning I spent about an hour with a school principal. She is the second to the youngest out of 10 siblings. There is a 23 year age difference between the oldest and the youngest. The older siblings went through school during the time of segregation (she's black). The younger ones went to integrated schools. She shared some of the conversations she and her siblings have had lately about the pros and cons of integration. Now, coming from a generation that didn't know any different, I couldn't imagine how segregation could be good. But she told me that her older siblings had a relationship with their teachers that younger generations only wish they had. The communities were smaller and more tight knit. The kids interacted with their teachers in the neighborhood and at church, because they were from the same segregated neighborhood. She said kids today love their teachers, but kids of her older siblings' generation loved their teachers. It actually made me kind of sad to think of what has been lost by this good thing.
Oh, AND she is a cancer survivor and did her time in the trenches as a single mother. I'm a little in awe. Walking in, I had no idea such a story would come out of this soft-spoken woman.
This afternoon I rode around a 1,200 acre dairy farm and learned more about milking cows than I ever needed to know. It was like a field trip. (Bonus: it was a GORGEOUS day!) But believe it or not, it was really interesting. Of course, almost anything is interesting if you're talking to someone who is passionate about what they do. And I think in my next life I want to come back as a milking cow. They have got it made!
I had interviews back to back all afternoon, and it almost seemed pointless to go back to the office. I had figured I would though, til my boss says "Why don't you check out that restaurant in Dearing. See if it's worth a business profile. Go get yourself a cup of coffee. Then I'll just see you tomorrow."
Hmmm. Twist my arm. Go ahead!
I knew which one he was talking about. It's in an old filling station on the corner. You almost don't even see it. I think it's the intersection before the blinky light.
I wasn't gonna, but I thought, what the heck.
The city slicker in me is soooo glad I did! I was going to get coffee, but they didn't have any made. So I got sweet tea (it was as good as a tiny cafe in a small Georgia town should be.) I thought I'd get a small slice of something sweet to go with it.
Well, she hadn't had time to make any yet today. She was going to work on it, but...things just kept coming up. I couldn't fault her for it. She was running the kitchen by herself, back and forth between the kitchen and the register. Chit chatting with the customers. You could see she wasn't negligent, just busy.
But lucky for me, she did have one dessert made. Cherry-apple pie. She had never made it before, but I could be her guinea pig if I wanted. Sure! I mean, the sign on the counter reminded me that this was NOT a fast food restaurant, and if I wanted sweet potato fries it could take almost 10 minutes, since it would be made to order.
So I got the first slice of this new concoction. It wasn't bad, really. I sat at a little diner table in the window and watched a handful of cars whiz by the intersection. And the teenage boys snickering at me while they waited on their chili fries. (Probably because I was imagining myself in some Fried Green Tomatoes movie scene and y'all, when I'm enjoying myself it shows on my face. It just does. It's a character flaw.)
As I left she asked about the pie. I suggested next time she use cherries without pits, but other than that I thought it tasted fine. I didn't tell her, but it was not fabulous. It was good for a first attempt. The crust was great, the filling could use a few more spices. Maybe more cinnamon. I'm not sure. But the experience was totally worth the price of pie. And yeah, I might have to write about it. :)
Omigosh I'm doing what I love again and I'm on cloud nine! That my boss is happy with my work and my timetable just makes it that much better. I like going to work. The day is over before I know it, and I'm not totally sapped.
On that note, I HAVE to share my day with you. This is the epitome of why I love what I do. I think I floated home.
This morning I spent about an hour with a school principal. She is the second to the youngest out of 10 siblings. There is a 23 year age difference between the oldest and the youngest. The older siblings went through school during the time of segregation (she's black). The younger ones went to integrated schools. She shared some of the conversations she and her siblings have had lately about the pros and cons of integration. Now, coming from a generation that didn't know any different, I couldn't imagine how segregation could be good. But she told me that her older siblings had a relationship with their teachers that younger generations only wish they had. The communities were smaller and more tight knit. The kids interacted with their teachers in the neighborhood and at church, because they were from the same segregated neighborhood. She said kids today love their teachers, but kids of her older siblings' generation loved their teachers. It actually made me kind of sad to think of what has been lost by this good thing.
Oh, AND she is a cancer survivor and did her time in the trenches as a single mother. I'm a little in awe. Walking in, I had no idea such a story would come out of this soft-spoken woman.
This afternoon I rode around a 1,200 acre dairy farm and learned more about milking cows than I ever needed to know. It was like a field trip. (Bonus: it was a GORGEOUS day!) But believe it or not, it was really interesting. Of course, almost anything is interesting if you're talking to someone who is passionate about what they do. And I think in my next life I want to come back as a milking cow. They have got it made!
I had interviews back to back all afternoon, and it almost seemed pointless to go back to the office. I had figured I would though, til my boss says "Why don't you check out that restaurant in Dearing. See if it's worth a business profile. Go get yourself a cup of coffee. Then I'll just see you tomorrow."
Hmmm. Twist my arm. Go ahead!
I knew which one he was talking about. It's in an old filling station on the corner. You almost don't even see it. I think it's the intersection before the blinky light.
I wasn't gonna, but I thought, what the heck.
The city slicker in me is soooo glad I did! I was going to get coffee, but they didn't have any made. So I got sweet tea (it was as good as a tiny cafe in a small Georgia town should be.) I thought I'd get a small slice of something sweet to go with it.
Well, she hadn't had time to make any yet today. She was going to work on it, but...things just kept coming up. I couldn't fault her for it. She was running the kitchen by herself, back and forth between the kitchen and the register. Chit chatting with the customers. You could see she wasn't negligent, just busy.
But lucky for me, she did have one dessert made. Cherry-apple pie. She had never made it before, but I could be her guinea pig if I wanted. Sure! I mean, the sign on the counter reminded me that this was NOT a fast food restaurant, and if I wanted sweet potato fries it could take almost 10 minutes, since it would be made to order.
So I got the first slice of this new concoction. It wasn't bad, really. I sat at a little diner table in the window and watched a handful of cars whiz by the intersection. And the teenage boys snickering at me while they waited on their chili fries. (Probably because I was imagining myself in some Fried Green Tomatoes movie scene and y'all, when I'm enjoying myself it shows on my face. It just does. It's a character flaw.)
As I left she asked about the pie. I suggested next time she use cherries without pits, but other than that I thought it tasted fine. I didn't tell her, but it was not fabulous. It was good for a first attempt. The crust was great, the filling could use a few more spices. Maybe more cinnamon. I'm not sure. But the experience was totally worth the price of pie. And yeah, I might have to write about it. :)
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Readjusting
Not all of us are happy about me getting a job. I mean, we are thankful, and we will be happier when the paychecks start rolling in. But Monday morning my daughter got upset with me on the way to school. I don't remember what prompted it, but she said "I don't even feel like your daughter anymore!"
"Why not?" I asked.
"I don't want to talk about it now," she said, and went on to school.
That evening she referenced the conversation, so I asked right then for her to expand on it.
"I feel like you're never here. You're always at work."
We're not even two weeks into it. I'm feeling really blessed because I am allowed to take her to school at 8:30 a.m. before making that 45-minute drive to work. I don't take a lunch break so I can leave at 5:30 and be home shortly after 6 p.m. I can take an afternoon off to take her to the doctor. Whatever its shortfalls, this career field is the most flexible I've ever known.
But I guess five months is enough time for all of us to forget what its like being in a single working parent's home. I hated seeing that look in her eyes, but I told her, "I can understand why you would feel that way. I've been home for a long time. But I have to work to pay the bills. I understand how you feel, but it can't be helped."
I'm happy she seemed to understand. She hasn't said it again. I guess it will take some time to readjust.
"Why not?" I asked.
"I don't want to talk about it now," she said, and went on to school.
That evening she referenced the conversation, so I asked right then for her to expand on it.
"I feel like you're never here. You're always at work."
We're not even two weeks into it. I'm feeling really blessed because I am allowed to take her to school at 8:30 a.m. before making that 45-minute drive to work. I don't take a lunch break so I can leave at 5:30 and be home shortly after 6 p.m. I can take an afternoon off to take her to the doctor. Whatever its shortfalls, this career field is the most flexible I've ever known.
But I guess five months is enough time for all of us to forget what its like being in a single working parent's home. I hated seeing that look in her eyes, but I told her, "I can understand why you would feel that way. I've been home for a long time. But I have to work to pay the bills. I understand how you feel, but it can't be helped."
I'm happy she seemed to understand. She hasn't said it again. I guess it will take some time to readjust.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
I am a reporter, and I love my job.
It's early enough and the stress is such that I can still say that. I know the day is coming when I'm going to feel like a beat dog again. Maybe not. I hope not. But at any rate, I remember that I love my job.
Today I was called beautiful by a fireman (who meant nothing by it, by the way), and was hugged by a school principal who just has a fantastic personality, was thankful for coverage of her school and just seemed like a really great person to know. I'm really going to enjoy working with her.
I also got a blast from the past when I covered the Georgia Power guys teaching safety around electrical wires. You remember Louie the Lightning Bug, right? Of course you do!
The plugs still crack me up.
It was kind of awesome watching it again. It was cool, too, to see a bunch of fifth graders laughing at him. Humor never goes out of style!!
Yep, this is what I love. Getting out of the office, meeting cool people, seeing cool things, and then writing about it. I can't help it. It's my calling. And I'll happily share what I can, when I can! :)
Today I was called beautiful by a fireman (who meant nothing by it, by the way), and was hugged by a school principal who just has a fantastic personality, was thankful for coverage of her school and just seemed like a really great person to know. I'm really going to enjoy working with her.
I also got a blast from the past when I covered the Georgia Power guys teaching safety around electrical wires. You remember Louie the Lightning Bug, right? Of course you do!
The plugs still crack me up.
It was kind of awesome watching it again. It was cool, too, to see a bunch of fifth graders laughing at him. Humor never goes out of style!!
Yep, this is what I love. Getting out of the office, meeting cool people, seeing cool things, and then writing about it. I can't help it. It's my calling. And I'll happily share what I can, when I can! :)
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Unemployment Chronicles -- THE END!!!
So guess what?
I am no longer unemployed!!!
I will be a reporter the McDuffie Mirror, and I'm kind of excited. Do you realize that I've been out of work five months? I know. It doesn't seem like it.
So it's funny. I mean, I've been sitting on my butt for five months. I did things, but mostly I sat around and ate too much and watched too much TV. (Trust me. My jeans are telling on me.) So it's funny. They tell me I have a job and all of a sudden there are all of these things I need to do because beginning Monday, I won't have time. Like, I need to clean my closets, and donate tons of crap to Goodwill, and I never got my lawn straightened out, and coffee!! I didn't drink enough coffee with friends! And...and...and...!!!!
I really think my house will be cleaner after I go back to work. I know. It makes no sense. But it's true!
I think this break was a good thing, though. I found out I do still really enjoy reporting, but wow was I burnt out! For a couple of months the idea of writing another story made me almost break out in hives. I spent close to $200 trying to find something, anything I could do that would bring me as much satisfaction without actually having to be a reporter. I wonder if I could take a five month sabbatical every few years. Hmmmm...... ;)
I'm down to my last weekend. (Well...weekend that isn't flanked by work weeks, anyway.) Tomorrow I go to human resources and sign papers. Then I do my last freelance Today's Home (*sniff*), try to have coffee with a girlfriend, take the kids out for a celebration dinner and probably collapse into bed. Then there's menus to plan, grocery shopping to do, housecleaning....
Y'all. I'm going to have to go to work to get some dang rest!! It's all good. :)
OH, and I already have a potential friend up there. So let me tell you. One of Robb's friends lives in Thomson and she knows this lawyer that she thought I'd hit it off with. She thought I'd need someone other than work people to socialize with. So I went to a knitting group last night to meet her. That was loads of fun. No, really! It was at this ranch where they raise alpacas. The owner actually let one of them into the den where we were sitting. It was a trip! She sat right there and spun raw fibers into thread for lace...after she took the alpaca back outside, of course. (His name is Frank and he is a-dor-a-ble. :) ). Honestly...I didn't know there were so many types of fibers. I mean, banana fiber? Yah, I definitely learned new stuff. Like, raw cashmere feels divine. AND, I didn't have to come back and write about it. I got to be curious for free! They were a very warm, lively group. And the girl and I exchanged cards and will probably get together for lunch as soon as I get my bearings, which will be good. My office is tiny. There will only be two other people there. I will need lunch buddies.
I think for now I'm going to make some coffee, climb into some jammies, and catch up on The Mentalist, Once Upon a Time, and see if there are any new Rizzoli and Isles. After Monday I may forget the shows even exist. :)
I am no longer unemployed!!!
I will be a reporter the McDuffie Mirror, and I'm kind of excited. Do you realize that I've been out of work five months? I know. It doesn't seem like it.
So it's funny. I mean, I've been sitting on my butt for five months. I did things, but mostly I sat around and ate too much and watched too much TV. (Trust me. My jeans are telling on me.) So it's funny. They tell me I have a job and all of a sudden there are all of these things I need to do because beginning Monday, I won't have time. Like, I need to clean my closets, and donate tons of crap to Goodwill, and I never got my lawn straightened out, and coffee!! I didn't drink enough coffee with friends! And...and...and...!!!!
I really think my house will be cleaner after I go back to work. I know. It makes no sense. But it's true!
I think this break was a good thing, though. I found out I do still really enjoy reporting, but wow was I burnt out! For a couple of months the idea of writing another story made me almost break out in hives. I spent close to $200 trying to find something, anything I could do that would bring me as much satisfaction without actually having to be a reporter. I wonder if I could take a five month sabbatical every few years. Hmmmm...... ;)
I'm down to my last weekend. (Well...weekend that isn't flanked by work weeks, anyway.) Tomorrow I go to human resources and sign papers. Then I do my last freelance Today's Home (*sniff*), try to have coffee with a girlfriend, take the kids out for a celebration dinner and probably collapse into bed. Then there's menus to plan, grocery shopping to do, housecleaning....
Y'all. I'm going to have to go to work to get some dang rest!! It's all good. :)
OH, and I already have a potential friend up there. So let me tell you. One of Robb's friends lives in Thomson and she knows this lawyer that she thought I'd hit it off with. She thought I'd need someone other than work people to socialize with. So I went to a knitting group last night to meet her. That was loads of fun. No, really! It was at this ranch where they raise alpacas. The owner actually let one of them into the den where we were sitting. It was a trip! She sat right there and spun raw fibers into thread for lace...after she took the alpaca back outside, of course. (His name is Frank and he is a-dor-a-ble. :) ). Honestly...I didn't know there were so many types of fibers. I mean, banana fiber? Yah, I definitely learned new stuff. Like, raw cashmere feels divine. AND, I didn't have to come back and write about it. I got to be curious for free! They were a very warm, lively group. And the girl and I exchanged cards and will probably get together for lunch as soon as I get my bearings, which will be good. My office is tiny. There will only be two other people there. I will need lunch buddies.
I think for now I'm going to make some coffee, climb into some jammies, and catch up on The Mentalist, Once Upon a Time, and see if there are any new Rizzoli and Isles. After Monday I may forget the shows even exist. :)
Friday, January 6, 2012
Sometimes charity is a two-way street
Christopher wanted tuna casserole for dinner tonight, so I ran to the grocery store real quick to get the ingredients and a few other things.
I ran into a lady I used to go to church with. She's always been very sweet to me and my kids, and was shocked when I told her I've been out of work since August. I've seen her several times and my dad, stepmom and sister see her regularly. I'm not sure how this piece of news escaped her, but that doesn't really matter.
As soon as I told her that she insisted on paying for my groceries. She said God told her to.
I tried telling her she didn't have to do that, but she insisted. I kept telling her I was okay, and she still insisted.
I don't know if God spoke to her. It's not for me to say. But God knows what I have in my food stamp account. God knows I get more in a few days. God knows I have enough food in my kitchen to last until then. God knows food is the one thing I don't need.
So I really can't say whether God spoke to her or not.
But He sure spoke to me.
I'll be honest, y'all. I have very little pride left in these matters. I've had to ask for a lot of help in my life. Asking for help really hurts a body's pride.
But when people offer, it stings the pride a little too. Have you ever noticed it's harder to accept help than it is to give it? Sure you have.
My church friend had to finish her shopping and asked me to wait.
Talk about hard. I didn't really want to. I didn't feel I needed it. I actually considered going straight to the checkout line instead of waiting.
But that wasn't the point at all.
My friend was so happy to help. As we checked out, she told me that she loves to help people. She doesn't normally shop in this store, she said, but God has a plan and look at this. She came to this store so she could help me out.
Like I said, I really don't know if God spoke to her. But He spoke to me.
She was so happy to be able to help that I think it would have been more unkind of me to deny her to spare my own pride.
Please don't think I mean that people (meaning me) should just take, take, take. That's not at all what I'm saying. Sometimes people offer help to be polite, but they don't really mean it. You can tell. What I am saying is if someone perceives you have a need and they genuinely want to meet it, it is also charity on your part to let them.
Sometimes charity isn't about the thing you are given. Sometimes charity is about not denying someone the pleasure of helping you.
I ran into a lady I used to go to church with. She's always been very sweet to me and my kids, and was shocked when I told her I've been out of work since August. I've seen her several times and my dad, stepmom and sister see her regularly. I'm not sure how this piece of news escaped her, but that doesn't really matter.
As soon as I told her that she insisted on paying for my groceries. She said God told her to.
I tried telling her she didn't have to do that, but she insisted. I kept telling her I was okay, and she still insisted.
I don't know if God spoke to her. It's not for me to say. But God knows what I have in my food stamp account. God knows I get more in a few days. God knows I have enough food in my kitchen to last until then. God knows food is the one thing I don't need.
So I really can't say whether God spoke to her or not.
But He sure spoke to me.
I'll be honest, y'all. I have very little pride left in these matters. I've had to ask for a lot of help in my life. Asking for help really hurts a body's pride.
But when people offer, it stings the pride a little too. Have you ever noticed it's harder to accept help than it is to give it? Sure you have.
My church friend had to finish her shopping and asked me to wait.
Talk about hard. I didn't really want to. I didn't feel I needed it. I actually considered going straight to the checkout line instead of waiting.
But that wasn't the point at all.
My friend was so happy to help. As we checked out, she told me that she loves to help people. She doesn't normally shop in this store, she said, but God has a plan and look at this. She came to this store so she could help me out.
Like I said, I really don't know if God spoke to her. But He spoke to me.
She was so happy to be able to help that I think it would have been more unkind of me to deny her to spare my own pride.
Please don't think I mean that people (meaning me) should just take, take, take. That's not at all what I'm saying. Sometimes people offer help to be polite, but they don't really mean it. You can tell. What I am saying is if someone perceives you have a need and they genuinely want to meet it, it is also charity on your part to let them.
Sometimes charity isn't about the thing you are given. Sometimes charity is about not denying someone the pleasure of helping you.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
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. :)
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. :)
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