ok, sorry everyone, it's time for one of my rants/life lessons.
I'm somewhat of a peeping tom. Not full out or scary, just a little peeping here and there is all. I like people's blog so I can peek without them really knowing I was peeking. I comment on people I know, and even people I don't know on occasion. And I fully look at people I kinda know but they don't know and I get all shy cause I think they might not know me.
I like to look in people's window's when I walk or drive by. I'm just so curious about what other people do with their time. I wonder what their house looks like on the inside, how it's decorated and where they place their furniture. This might be partly because I've never been completely satisfied with my decorating 'skills' so I want to see what other people do and copy them. I went house buying hunting with my SIL Rhonda on Saturday, awesome. Love it even more when you can look around when the owners aren't there right?!
Some days there isn't enough hours in a day, others...well. I tell no lies on here. I say what's on my mind and what happens in my life. In my spare time, I run, read, watch tv, computer stuf sleep and I bite my fingernails and eat chocolate. That's right, that's about all I do. (I hope to add golf and bike riding to that list if winter ever leaves.)
In my not spare time I make food. I make way more and way better food now that we live in a house that I love than ever before. I bake too, and that is why I run. I play with the kids (i apparently should be using my precious spare time to play play dough with the kids too), I ignore the kids, I take the kids for walks, we go to the library and stay and play, do grocery shopping, hide from the kids and eat chocolate (or does that count as my time?), take pictures and visit our friends and family. I go to work here and there. And I clean and clean and clean and clean. I guess that's about it. (do you know that 1 year ago near the top of both lists would be go to the mall, longing sigh, i wish.)
In the words of Ron Burgundy, 'It's boring, but it's my life.'
4/52(i don't know why my hair looks so gross in this picture, because i did actually do it today. guess it needs a little summer sun)
So is this what life is? You know when you actually leave the house and go to a place of work?Why do I sometimes feel like I have accomplished more and contributed to society more than if I was at home with the kids all day? I have days were I feel so useless and go so crazy and think, 'Someone could probably do this better than me. Some people are doing this better than me. My poor kids.' But then I think back to my purest childhood memories. And I clearly remember wanting to be a mom. And I have been blessed with the great 2 kids. So here I am wiping bums and noses. Getting dirty and cleaning up. And at the end of the day when I think I have nothing to show for it, I see 2 kids, and that's what I did for the day. And I'm not afraid to say I go crazy some days. Or that it is boring some days. I like it when people fess up to not being perfect. Sometimes I like the mundane life that I live. It makes me really dig to find 'exciting' things to pass the day, such as play dough and backwards pants.
I guess that's why I like to peek in people's window's. Just to maybe catch a glimpse into their not so perfect life. Not because I want to be like, 'Ha, you're not perfect.' More to be like 'Phew, you aren't perfect and neither am I.'
So open up your curtains (or blogs) and let us see how imperfect your life is, and be proud of it. Because perfect just isn't as fun. What do you do with your time? What do you think about when there isn't anything to think about? What's your 'useless' pastime? What are you doing?!
I don't know about this post, I guess I put the kids to bed too early. I can't decide if I am being positive or negative, and probably too long. But, now you know what I think about when there is nothing to think about.
If you didn't get the Ron Burgundy thing, here's James for a laugh. I swear this time wasn't ignoring them or showering like the last couple incidents. I went to the bathroom for like 1 minute. Heard it all. If I would have been gone longer I guess that entire milk jug would be on the floor.