This post probably makes no sense. My head is cloudy. Yuck.
Sick, sick, sick. Bleh.
Since I have been MIA all last week and now this week, here's a look at one of the cuties I am trying to take care of while sick.
6.28.2010
Sick. Bleh.
Well last week and this week has been pretty boring. Everyone in the house is sick, including me. I sure hope I get better. I really don't feel like doing much of anything while I am sick, but I am still having to take care of 3 other people that are sick. Ugh.
This post probably makes no sense. My head is cloudy. Yuck.
Sick, sick, sick. Bleh.
Since I have been MIA all last week and now this week, here's a look at one of the cuties I am trying to take care of while sick.
This post probably makes no sense. My head is cloudy. Yuck.
Sick, sick, sick. Bleh.
Since I have been MIA all last week and now this week, here's a look at one of the cuties I am trying to take care of while sick.
6.20.2010
Menu Plan Monday
Week 2 of summer break! It's been really busy around here. I've been getting all of Caitlin's paperwork filled out and turned in for her schooling for next year. We have decided to go back to homeschooling her this coming year. I wanted to try the public schools here again and not to my surprise, they are still pretty much the same. They teach to pass tests, not to learn. They spend half of the school day trying to get their class in order and discipline the out of control children. My child wants to learn and she can't in that sort of environment, so it's back to homeschooling we go!
Monday - Barley Breakfast Hash, oranges and biscuits
Tuesday - Cubed steak with onions and tomatoes over rice, broccoli
Wednesday - Enchilada chicken, rice and salad
Thursday - Tuna noodle casserole, bread
Friday - Homemade pizza
Saturday - Pigs in a blanket, chips
Sunday - Sandwiches or leftovers
6.15.2010
Not gonna let this keep me down!
Did ‘ya have a good Monday??
Are ‘ya having a good Tuesday?
So far this week for me is going pretty horrible.
Yesterday, a guy backed up his big ‘ole truck into the side of our van as I was driving behind him in the bank parking lot. I didn’t see him and he didn’t see me. It was simply an accident. Thankfully it wasn’t out on the interstate or on the highway at a faster rate of speed, but it still did quite a bit of damage.
The point of impact. The door gaps at the bottom. You can literally see the road as it passes by.
Kinda hard to see the dent on the sliding door, but I can assure you, it goes all. the. way. down. The black streak starts on the front quarter panel where there is a small dent and then continues to the back bumper.
I did manage to go to the bank and to Walgreens to get diapers, but it did ruin my trip to the grocery store. I ended up going back to the store later that night and it was a success! No one munched me this time!!
Today… ugh. What a day! I seems like every time I get up to do something, my husband calls me and needs directions or wants to know where the nearest “whatever” store is. Let me just tell you this… trying to find a store when you have no idea where the other person is located is pretty darn difficult. I know it sounds easy, but it’s not. It’s even more difficult when you have 3 kids screaming in your ear and the radio going and the dishwasher going and blah blah blah… you get the picture.
BUT!!! I have managed to get 2 roasts marinated, beans with sausage cooked, every single dish washed and delegated some chores to my oldest. She is on bathroom, floor and trash duty.
So even after a horrible start to the week, I am not gonna let it get me down! We will just keep on trucking along.
Are ‘ya having a good Tuesday?
So far this week for me is going pretty horrible.
Yesterday, a guy backed up his big ‘ole truck into the side of our van as I was driving behind him in the bank parking lot. I didn’t see him and he didn’t see me. It was simply an accident. Thankfully it wasn’t out on the interstate or on the highway at a faster rate of speed, but it still did quite a bit of damage.
The point of impact. The door gaps at the bottom. You can literally see the road as it passes by.
Kinda hard to see the dent on the sliding door, but I can assure you, it goes all. the. way. down. The black streak starts on the front quarter panel where there is a small dent and then continues to the back bumper.
I did manage to go to the bank and to Walgreens to get diapers, but it did ruin my trip to the grocery store. I ended up going back to the store later that night and it was a success! No one munched me this time!!
Today… ugh. What a day! I seems like every time I get up to do something, my husband calls me and needs directions or wants to know where the nearest “whatever” store is. Let me just tell you this… trying to find a store when you have no idea where the other person is located is pretty darn difficult. I know it sounds easy, but it’s not. It’s even more difficult when you have 3 kids screaming in your ear and the radio going and the dishwasher going and blah blah blah… you get the picture.
BUT!!! I have managed to get 2 roasts marinated, beans with sausage cooked, every single dish washed and delegated some chores to my oldest. She is on bathroom, floor and trash duty.
So even after a horrible start to the week, I am not gonna let it get me down! We will just keep on trucking along.
6.13.2010
Menu Plan Monday
Summer is here and I couldn't be happier! I tend to let things slide in the summer and that includes dinner time. We usually eat later during the summer since the days are so much longer. This year however, I am determined NOT to eat dinner past 7:00 pm. I like to have my free time in the evenings and that means the kids still need to go to bed at a decent hour.
8:30 during school and no later than 9:30 during the summer, although it's usually a LOT sooner than that. I like to keep things as normal as possible. I'm not one of those parents that lets their kids stay up super late on the weekends and summer vacation. I would go crazy! With Chris being gone so much, the only break I get is when they are sleeping so I LOVE night time. Don't get me wrong, I love my kids!!! But I do enjoy a little alone time too. It's only natural.
For this reason I will be starting back up with my menu planning. It's such a big help to me.
Monday - Beans (slow cooker) and rice with rolls or cornbread
Tuesday - Pot roast, baked potatoes, green beans, leftover rolls
Wednesday - Creamed chicken (double batch) over rice, broccoli
Thursday - Homemade hamburger helper, green beans or salad
Friday - Chicken shepherds pie, sauteed spinach, bread
Saturday - Homemade pizza
Sunday - Pigs in a blanket, sandwiches or leftovers
So there ya have it. Nothing special but hopefully will keep us on schedule this week. Looking for more ideas? Check out orgjunkie.com for LOTS of other menu ideas.
6.11.2010
Have some compassion
When did being a Christian become so… hurtful. Insulting. Hateful.
I use Twitter for networking. I have met some amazing new friends on there and I really enjoy learning about the trucking industry from the pros out there.
What I don’t like are the “Christian” truckers out there spreading their hate of certain types of people through their updates.
I am a born again, God fearing Christian and have been for most of my life. I was raised in a loving Christian home with 2 of the best parents in the world. They taught me what it was like to be a Christian. And I have tried to live my life they way I was taught.
Am I perfect?
Um. Not even close.
Do I care?
Not in the least.
Perfection is something that can never EVER be achieved. All I can do is try to be a more perfect me. A better person. A better Christian.
I don’t understand it when people talk the talk but then don’t walk the walk. I can sit here all day and tell you I am a Christian, but if my actions or words tell you something different, what good does that do.
Have some compassion people!! Put yourself in someone else’s shoes that is less fortunate than yourself. Even if it’s only for a minute. You will quickly realize how blessed you are and how tiny and insignificant your problems truly are.
8The LORD is gracious, and full of compassion; slow to anger, and of great mercy.
I use Twitter for networking. I have met some amazing new friends on there and I really enjoy learning about the trucking industry from the pros out there.
What I don’t like are the “Christian” truckers out there spreading their hate of certain types of people through their updates.
I am a born again, God fearing Christian and have been for most of my life. I was raised in a loving Christian home with 2 of the best parents in the world. They taught me what it was like to be a Christian. And I have tried to live my life they way I was taught.
Am I perfect?
Um. Not even close.
Do I care?
Not in the least.
Perfection is something that can never EVER be achieved. All I can do is try to be a more perfect me. A better person. A better Christian.
I don’t understand it when people talk the talk but then don’t walk the walk. I can sit here all day and tell you I am a Christian, but if my actions or words tell you something different, what good does that do.
Have some compassion people!! Put yourself in someone else’s shoes that is less fortunate than yourself. Even if it’s only for a minute. You will quickly realize how blessed you are and how tiny and insignificant your problems truly are.
Psalm 145:8 (King James Version)
8The LORD is gracious, and full of compassion; slow to anger, and of great mercy.
6.10.2010
Truckers and smoking
**Please note this does not apply to ALL truckers. Y'all know who you are... and so do we. **
Why is it when you hear the word trucker a dirty, smelly, cigarette smoking, pot bellied, flannel wearing redneck comes to mind??
Or is it just my mind?
I love truckers (obviously) but come on guys!! *and some girls* there is really no reason to be grungy and nasty. And don’t even get me started on the cigarette smoking!
Y’all… that’s nasty. As in disgusting. Y’all know that it is and you still do it. Why??? WHHHHHHHY??
Why is it that my husband, who happens to drive teams, can’t even find one driver available that doesn’t smoke.
I know how much the drivers at his company make and I can tell ya right now, they aren’t making enough to support a smoking habit. They are probably barely making enough to support their families.
Quit smoking already. It’s really NOT that hard. I use to smoke. I smoked for nearly 15 years before I quit cold turkey when I found out I was pregnant almost 5 years ago.
Yes I had headaches, yes I gained some weight, yes I had withdrawals, but so what. You knew when you started smoking that it wasn’t good for you and don’t try to tell me otherwise. I knew it at 15 and there wasn’t anything anyone could say to me to change my mind.
And please, for the love of Christ, take a freakin’ shower. If you are so tight on your time that you can’t take a shower at least every other day, you aren’t planning correctly.
Even if you don’t have time to go to the truck stops and wash your whole body, go to a dang rest stop and wash your arm pits and face. Or buy yourself some baby wipes and give yourself a good wipe down. You would be surprised how much better you would feel. And brush your teeth. Please.
You are on the road representing your company! Look good for them even if you aren’t happy with them. This is your job and in this economy, you are lucky to have one.
Take pride in it and wear the title of “trucker” with that same pride. You are after all, what keeps this nation moving. Keep on truckin’!
Why is it when you hear the word trucker a dirty, smelly, cigarette smoking, pot bellied, flannel wearing redneck comes to mind??
Or is it just my mind?
I love truckers (obviously) but come on guys!! *and some girls* there is really no reason to be grungy and nasty. And don’t even get me started on the cigarette smoking!
Y’all… that’s nasty. As in disgusting. Y’all know that it is and you still do it. Why??? WHHHHHHHY??
Why is it that my husband, who happens to drive teams, can’t even find one driver available that doesn’t smoke.
I know how much the drivers at his company make and I can tell ya right now, they aren’t making enough to support a smoking habit. They are probably barely making enough to support their families.
Quit smoking already. It’s really NOT that hard. I use to smoke. I smoked for nearly 15 years before I quit cold turkey when I found out I was pregnant almost 5 years ago.
Yes I had headaches, yes I gained some weight, yes I had withdrawals, but so what. You knew when you started smoking that it wasn’t good for you and don’t try to tell me otherwise. I knew it at 15 and there wasn’t anything anyone could say to me to change my mind.
And please, for the love of Christ, take a freakin’ shower. If you are so tight on your time that you can’t take a shower at least every other day, you aren’t planning correctly.
Even if you don’t have time to go to the truck stops and wash your whole body, go to a dang rest stop and wash your arm pits and face. Or buy yourself some baby wipes and give yourself a good wipe down. You would be surprised how much better you would feel. And brush your teeth. Please.
You are on the road representing your company! Look good for them even if you aren’t happy with them. This is your job and in this economy, you are lucky to have one.
Take pride in it and wear the title of “trucker” with that same pride. You are after all, what keeps this nation moving. Keep on truckin’!
6.09.2010
We are so blessed
I don't consider myself an overly compassionate person.
At least I didn't think I was. Until now.
I'm not sure if the mother in me, or the fact that I had such a great childhood but was such a freakin BRAT to everyone and now I feel lame about it. But my compassion meter is going through the roof lately.
First off, we are NOT well of by any means. We can hardly keep up with our own bills much less contribute to a good cause to help someone else. We have 3 kids. My husband is a truck driver with only 4 months of driving experience. I stay at home with the kids so we seriously have ZERO extra income. Heck we hardly have an income at all.
But I realized something this weekend. We are freakin RICH!
We have our health. We have our loving marriage. We have 3 absolutely gorgeous children. We have a very supportive extended family that would give the clothes off their backs to help us. We have a roof over our head and food on our table. Every. Single. Day.
We actually have excess stuff. Too much stuff.
My husband got a new co-driver this weekend. He didn't want to team with this person. He's a smoker and Chris really isn't a fan of smoke. He hates it actually. It gives him headaches and makes him sneeze all the time. But this guy was the only available guy to team up with him at this time.
There is no doubt in my mind that God brought this person into our lives.
This man has it bad. Really bad. He lives in a tiny apartment with his wife and 2 kids. His wife can't work because she is legally blind. I'm not sure what is wrong with his son but I am pretty sure he is mentally handicapped. He is 12 and about the size of my soon to be 4 year old with the speech to match. He is broke. He just finished his month long training with the company and is already nearly $700 in debt to them because of advances. Chris told me he brought 1 bag of food and a case of ramen noodles to the truck.
Of course I immediately went into freak out, overly concerned mode and loaded him up with so many groceries I don't think they will have to shop for 5 weeks.
I mean really. REALLY. And I sit here and complain sometimes that my kids are too loud or we can't afford to go out and eat.
We are so blessed. So, so blessed.
At least I didn't think I was. Until now.
I'm not sure if the mother in me, or the fact that I had such a great childhood but was such a freakin BRAT to everyone and now I feel lame about it. But my compassion meter is going through the roof lately.
First off, we are NOT well of by any means. We can hardly keep up with our own bills much less contribute to a good cause to help someone else. We have 3 kids. My husband is a truck driver with only 4 months of driving experience. I stay at home with the kids so we seriously have ZERO extra income. Heck we hardly have an income at all.
But I realized something this weekend. We are freakin RICH!
We have our health. We have our loving marriage. We have 3 absolutely gorgeous children. We have a very supportive extended family that would give the clothes off their backs to help us. We have a roof over our head and food on our table. Every. Single. Day.
We actually have excess stuff. Too much stuff.
My husband got a new co-driver this weekend. He didn't want to team with this person. He's a smoker and Chris really isn't a fan of smoke. He hates it actually. It gives him headaches and makes him sneeze all the time. But this guy was the only available guy to team up with him at this time.
There is no doubt in my mind that God brought this person into our lives.
This man has it bad. Really bad. He lives in a tiny apartment with his wife and 2 kids. His wife can't work because she is legally blind. I'm not sure what is wrong with his son but I am pretty sure he is mentally handicapped. He is 12 and about the size of my soon to be 4 year old with the speech to match. He is broke. He just finished his month long training with the company and is already nearly $700 in debt to them because of advances. Chris told me he brought 1 bag of food and a case of ramen noodles to the truck.
Of course I immediately went into freak out, overly concerned mode and loaded him up with so many groceries I don't think they will have to shop for 5 weeks.
I mean really. REALLY. And I sit here and complain sometimes that my kids are too loud or we can't afford to go out and eat.
We are so blessed. So, so blessed.
6.08.2010
Starting a blog
I decided to start this blog for my own sanity! A way to get out my frustrations and love for my husbands job as a OTR truck driver.
I'm pretty sure it won't be anything super duper informative, but I will try and make it fun!
I'm pretty sure it won't be anything super duper informative, but I will try and make it fun!
6.06.2010
When will just being me be good enough?
Warning : RANT ahead
Do you ever feel inadequate? I mean really inadequate. I’m not even sure that is the right word I am trying to get across.
I have had a job ever since I was 15. That is until I became a stay at home mom almost 4 years ago.
And since then, being a mom doesn’t seem to be a good enough job for some people in my family.
People will ask me when will I go back to school and get an education? When am I going to go get a “real” job? When will I get tired of just sitting around all day doing nothing? When are you going to do something with your life?
So I ask you this, when did being a mother become an inadequate job?
I work my butt off 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year and on top of that my husband is away for about 90% of the time. And for what? To be told what I am doing is not good enough?
Um. No.
Remember back in the day when being a mother and being home with your children was expected of you? How did we go from that to where we are today? Why isn’t being a mother considered a successful career?
I have always felt like I couldn’t measure up to certain people in my family. Like whatever I did was never good enough. When will just being me be good enough?
I never knew what I wanted “to be” when I grew up. All I ever wanted to do is be a mom and try to raise happy healthy kids. I am doing exactly what I wanted to do my whole life yet that isn’t good enough for some people.
This is something that my husband and I prayed over, thought a long time about and agreed to. We have made LOTS of sacrifices so I can stay home with the kids. We live VERY modestly just to be able to afford our monthly expenses. We are teased and made fun of because of the way we live. I buy in bulk so I don’t have to go shopping every week. I have a pantry full of food and personal hygiene items but for some reason, that is funny or weird to some people. Maybe they don’t mean it the way it comes across, but it hurts still the same.
So to end this completely random rant, I may or may not go back to school. It’s my decision. I will try not to let others bother me about our way of life. It’s their problem, not ours. At least we are drowning in a sea of debt. We actually have none.
Do you ever feel inadequate? I mean really inadequate. I’m not even sure that is the right word I am trying to get across.
I have had a job ever since I was 15. That is until I became a stay at home mom almost 4 years ago.
And since then, being a mom doesn’t seem to be a good enough job for some people in my family.
People will ask me when will I go back to school and get an education? When am I going to go get a “real” job? When will I get tired of just sitting around all day doing nothing? When are you going to do something with your life?
So I ask you this, when did being a mother become an inadequate job?
I work my butt off 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year and on top of that my husband is away for about 90% of the time. And for what? To be told what I am doing is not good enough?
Um. No.
Remember back in the day when being a mother and being home with your children was expected of you? How did we go from that to where we are today? Why isn’t being a mother considered a successful career?
I have always felt like I couldn’t measure up to certain people in my family. Like whatever I did was never good enough. When will just being me be good enough?
I never knew what I wanted “to be” when I grew up. All I ever wanted to do is be a mom and try to raise happy healthy kids. I am doing exactly what I wanted to do my whole life yet that isn’t good enough for some people.
This is something that my husband and I prayed over, thought a long time about and agreed to. We have made LOTS of sacrifices so I can stay home with the kids. We live VERY modestly just to be able to afford our monthly expenses. We are teased and made fun of because of the way we live. I buy in bulk so I don’t have to go shopping every week. I have a pantry full of food and personal hygiene items but for some reason, that is funny or weird to some people. Maybe they don’t mean it the way it comes across, but it hurts still the same.
So to end this completely random rant, I may or may not go back to school. It’s my decision. I will try not to let others bother me about our way of life. It’s their problem, not ours. At least we are drowning in a sea of debt. We actually have none.
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