If these walls could talk.....

....they would have some interesting stories to tell! Don't ask me why (probably because of all the crime shows I watch on TV), but I sometimes stop what I am doing and wonder if someone is watching. You know, like is my house bugged or is there a hidden camera, because I have my silly moments that I wouldn't want caught on tape. For example, the other day there was nothing on TV and Brandon was still at work, and so I put my headphones on and started listening to my IPod. Brandon came home and found me dancing in the kitchen with our dog - which was a pretty funny sight! I mean, of course I have danced in public before, but you always seem to restrain yourself. When I am alone, I love to dance and sing my cares away. Usually it is just silly and goofy - twrilling and spinning, but I still get nervous that someone may see - that time is for me and I don't have to worry about impressing anyone. That is what I love most about having a house and a space to call my own - you can invite friends and family into your home, but you can also shut everyone out and enjoy "you" time. Brandon and I enjoy those weekends every once and a while, when we don't go anywhere, don't answer the phone, and just relax. But, I also enjoy hosting. Last night I hosted my Circle 8 girls from church at my house. I love these ladies! I don't think I have ever laughed so hard about "Poo" before!!! And even though we are all still getting to know one another, I already know that they are there for me, and that means a lot. So, thanks girls!! When I have people over, it motivates me to really clean, straighten, and do things I normally don't bother doing - like lighting candles, and trying out new recipes. I seem to get more excited now about getting new serving pieces or cooking utensils than a new purse or pair of shoes. I guess just another sign that I am growing up! And even though I like to feel all grown up, there are times, I just need my mom. After everyone left last night, I called my mom. I called just to talk and see how things were going, but then some feelings I have been bottling up just came out and it was nice to know I always have my mom there to listen and comfort me. I just hope that one day I can be as good of a mom as she is! So, instead of coming home to seeing me dancing to my IPod, Brandon came home to see me crying on the phone - the poor guy is so confused!! But, even when I am really not that upset, I good cry feels good. And for those who know me well, they know I cry at anything - it seems to be how I express just about every emotion. And something about talking to Mom just brings it out too. So, if these walls could talk, I wonder what they would say? They would probably just say that I am a normal girl who is learning to take life one day at a time.