Built FORD Tough

Its 8pm on Saturday night and Jeff has planned a skit team/praise team party for tonight that started at 6. Well, its officially a skit team party but i tagged my praise team onto it since most of my team is boys…well, all of it, and i dont really guess its completley fun for teenage guys to hang out with me. Um, and probably not appropriate either. So we join forces for parties. Its jeff’s idea and his way for us to say "thank you" to these teenagers who give their time to serve in a ministry at our church. They dont get to hang out with their friends as much when they are at church and it really is a sacrifice for a student, but one they enjoy making and so we (and more importantly, God) are proud of them and grateful for it. Anyways…

The party is pretty much a "game" night. Not the kind you and I think about where we break out cards and "sorry" or "monopoly" but the kind where they play "halo 3" and "red faction". Jeff absolutly tears my house up for this thing. A sheet is hung from one wall and he brings in a projector and amp to hook up a ps3 in the sunroom. The 42′ plasma above the fireplace plays a ps2 all night and then there are 2 thirteen inch tv’s in the dining room facing the opposite way so that people can play james bond or something of the like and they cant see each others screens therefore adding to the element of suprise when they try to kill each other. And on occasion we break out dance, dance revolution in the master bedroom. Its really something to see. The kids eat pizza and play games and have a great time.

I, however, find that the older i get, the less i like this kind of stuff. So instead, i am in the computer room blogging about what a party pooper i am which is really so much more fun to me. SAD! I mean, right now the music is so loud i can hardly think which has drove me to my little room of solitude. This little room is freezing cold (jeff keeps the vent closed in hopes that the temp. will keep me off the computer…haha, i’ll show him. Ive got gloves and a jacket, hello!) Point being, i would rather shiver in this little room than have to see them putting their cups on my furniture WITHOUT a coaster or see the crumbs drop to the floor that i just mopped or see them spill the red kool-aid on the countertops. And believe it or not, i really used to enjoy the madness that accompanied parties. The parties were never at my house, though…

The thing is, i read Katies mom’s blog ( i LOVE it!) and i think, wow, thats the kind of mom i want to be. But i get so wrapped up in my anal self that i worry that i’m going to be the mom that nags all the time and never has any fun w/ my kids. No, i’m not preggo…but it is something that i consider…these future possible kids, that is. Anyways, i think i’ll go clean something now so i can sleep tonight. Maybe tomorrow i’ll set up a consult to see if i really have OCD and if theres any hope for me. Jk.