Posts Tagged ‘Personal’
I thought this was a fun writing prompt. I have always believed I was born in the wrong era. Don’t get me wrong, I love living in the USA. I love all the comforts of electricity, inside plumbing, and having a Walmart just down the road. Oh and don’t forget the automobile to get me back and forth to Walmart. 🙂 But there are times when I wish I lived in a different time period.
When I was a young girl, I used to spend many hours in the library reading. Some of my favorite books to read were biographies. Mostly biographies of pioneers and Indians and people who made this country great.
I mentioned in a previous post (In Ten Years) about where I wanted to be in ten years. This kind of goes along those lines. We, as a population, citizens of this country, habitants of this world, need to look more towards the future and where WE, the entire populace, are headed. Bankruptcies, financial crashes, borrowing, losing jobs, foreclosures. Pretty soon, we are all going to be living on the basics and nobody will be prepared. Why? Because we have taken our luxuries for granted.
I found this great resource for homeschooling at ThinkQuest. It has some really good links about pioneers, their hardships, the life, the towns, and some famous pioneers. I am definitely going to use this as part of our history for my daughter. I think she will like it just as much as I loved reading about it when I was a girl.
Illustration courtesy of the Bureau of Land Management
I can’t say that I would want to wear long dresses like women pioneers did. I’m going to have to go for comfort, so that’s one “luxury” I wouldn’t be able to live without. But living off the land, preparing food from scratch, being self-sufficient is very appealing to me. It may not be the most practical idea, but it’s one that I like.
I subscribe to an email newsletter called “Mother Earth News” and they have some really great articles about living wisely. One of my favorite blogs to read on this site is called “Small Farm Chronicles“, it’s about a city girl and a country boy making a “homestead” for themselves. She has some awesome recipe tips that I would love to try.
Oh, and here is another real time blog about an author who is a “pioneer” and writes about pioneer women. You should check her out… The Pioneer Woman.
I should really get my behind out of this recliner chair and put some of these ideas into action, instead of just writing about “wanting to do it”.
My “Day 5” of the 366 Days Blog Dare.
Here are some of the things that I have heard since my layoff from my job in September 2011: “get a job that you like doing”, “think outside of the box”, “take a break”. Those are all easier said than done and not my favorites.
But the one thing I’ve always hated someone, ANYONE telling me is that “God doesn’t give you more than you can handle.”
Is that really advice? Is that a platitude? I don’t know. I have struggled for 8 long years as a single parent of a child with a rare genetic disorder and I’ve had to deal with surgeries, eating issues, digestional issues, therapies, specialists, and the list just goes on. It was no picnic, it wasn’t sheer joy, but it has had some rewards.
God tests us on a daily basis and he WILL give you more and more. You either pass or you fail. I have failed more than once, but I keep plugging along.
This is definitely a subject I have mixed feelings on at times. Some days I resent what I have had to watch my child go through. Most of the time, I am thankful she is a resilient, happy child and that we are in smoother waters now.
I’m not an advice giver, I’m a listener for my friends. But I will give you this piece of advice, don’t ever tell someone that God doesn’t give them more than they can handle. It really doesn’t make you feel any better.
My “Day 4” of the 366 Days Blog Dare.
This is a blog dare post, that I had to fall over laughing about. I hated my Junior High years, the 7th through the 9th grade. What was I nervous about? Being on my period. Oh, and wearing contact lenses.
I hated starting my period. The smell just drives me crazy and I was always worried everybody else could smell it too. I was afraid I would be teased. I was already being teased enough because I looked different than the other kids. I had to start carrying around a pocketbook to keep my hygiene products in. I was also afraid I was going to drop it and everything was going to roll out, scattering all over the floor. Further cause for laughter from the other kids.
Even now, I still hate being on my period. I hate it that other people might smell it. I am kinda over the display of hygiene products accidentally, but hey, it’s part of life. So is the smell, but it’s still gross.
I also hate it that I’m going to be 50 years old next month and I’m STILL having a period, heavy ones too. They were almost non-existent 8 years ago when I got pregnant, and after my daughter was born, I was back to having them just as heavy and as awful as I did when I was in Junior High.
I am thankful though. It doesn’t look like I’m going to be hitting menopause anytime soon. HAH!
And I still can’t say “menstruation” to this day.
My “Day 3” of the 366 Days Blog Dare.
In ten years… I’ll be… 60 years old. Ouch. I never thought I would be that old. I don’t really think too much about it though. I make jokes about turning 50 next month. Then I think about how old my mother is… she will be 75 in August. Yikes. She is still going strong, getting up and dressed to the nines every single day, driving herself around town, getting a “bite to eat”, and taking care of her 82 year old sister in the nursing home. I can only hope that in ten years, I will be able to do just as much. Oh, and did I mention? She has had two hip replacements on her right hip, heart bypass surgery, and a pacemaker. All within the past 5 years.
It’s hard to really imagine where I will be in the next ten years. I try to imagine it, but right now, for the first time in my life, I am HAPPY. Big changes have happened in the past 6 or 7 months that have made all the difference in the world to me. I remarried on January 2nd. My husband is 62, strong and confident, and definitely the man for me. The one I have always dreamed of having. ♥
In ten years… where do I WANT to be? Here…
Well, not the same exact place as the picture, but something similar. Back in October, this house was for sale for $275,000 with the following ad:
2007, 2000 sq. ft. 3bd/2ba energy eff. Ranch home, 1 bd/1ba updated cabin by 2 ac pond. Barn, outbuildings, Pecan trees, Grapevines, Blueberries, Pear tree, on 48 ac.
It sounds like the perfect place that I want to be. I want to live off the land, have a garden full of vegetables, maybe a cow (or two?), have a pantry full of canned goods—not tin cans— but mason jars full of my own products that I have preserved. Well, all with the help of my wonderful husband that is.
It may be hard work, it may be hot work, but it would be “my” work. I can’t say that I have accomplished much in my 50 years of life, but I want to go out feeling as if there was something worth what I had done in my life.
Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many. ~Author Unknown
My “Day 2” of the 366 Days Blog Dare.
” Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.” James 1:17 (NIV)
I am a member of an online group called Fabulously 40 & Beyond, and I recently joined a group called Gratitude Diary. Every day, the members of the group post a list of 5 things they are grateful for that day. I am joining in for the first time, and I am using this for my post for today.
I am extremely guilty of not taking time out each day to be thankful to God, our Heavenly Father, for the small things in my life or even for the big things.
Today’s small things I am grateful for:
- the first day of school
- the opportunity to work from home
- power naps
- my job
It’s not a hard thing to do, being grateful, and it only takes a few moments. Why is it such a difficult thing to remember to sit down and actually list those thoughts on a daily basis? The answer is, we are human, and it’s not a top priority in this day and age of endless debt, marital stress, the task of raising children, or caring for family. Exhaustion overtakes me, and pain, and a desire to escape life sometimes. That desire is so deep that it overpowers everything else at least once a day. I am calm, I am resolute, I am determined, but I still want to escape.
My bonus big thing that I am grateful for today:
I have 4 days left until I can “escape” to a By the Brook Retreat at Faith Baptist Church in Monroe, GA, sponsored by Rising Above Ministries. The retreat is an opportunity for mothers raising children with special needs to gather together for a weekend of pampering, inspiration and encouragement to refresh, restore and renew.
I so need to “escape” to take a moment to breathe in deep and let it out slowly.
While we were getting ready for church this morning, my 7 year old daughter kept asking me if I was okay. For the life of me, I couldn’t understand why she kept asking me that. It finally dawned on me later in the morning… I had “scrambled brains” today.
Last night, I carefully calculated what time I would have to get up this morning in order to get both of us dressed, fed and packed up for Sunday School and Church. I have to do this every Saturday night. You would think I would have this down pat by now, but it’s a ritual I go through every time I am planning on something.
This morning, I got up (after hitting the snooze a couple of times, which I did allow for in my “calculations”), showered and dressed. Next it was my daughter’s turn, getting her to eat a small bowl of cereal took close to 20 minutes. Then getting her dressed was not so smooth either. She put her dress on backwards, so we had to start all over again. And the repeated instructions of “brush your teeth and brush your hair” was getting old.
I felt like my eyes were so tired, like I didn’t get any sleep at all, but I know I did. I thought I slept pretty good. But I knew I was feeling sluggish.
So we hop in the car, and I think I am doing pretty good and keeping to my time schedule. We were even leaving 15 minutes early. YAY us!
After I get about 15-20 minutes away from home, I realized I forgot my Bible and my Sunday School Lesson Book. I had Leah Rose’s, but I forgot mine. Shucks. Well, I decided not to turn around to go back and get it.
It takes me about 45 minutes to get to my church, and when I was 15 minutes out, I realized that the clock said 10:28 a.m. My eyes got big and my jaw dropped. We were going to miss Sunday School. I should have left the house at 9:00, not 10:00. Whooops! My “calculations” were way off. We got there just in time for “Coffee and Conversation”.
So, I guess Leah had good reason to keep asking me if I was feeling okay this morning. I was walking around with Scrambled Brains and she knew it.
I hope this doesn’t extend into tomorrow morning. It’s the first day of school. That’s all I need is to still be sleeping in when the bus arrives at our door at 8:00. I have all my alarm clocks set, with allowances for “snooze” hits. Bad habit, I know, but I have a very difficult time waking up in the mornings.
Maybe I will have one of those mornings where I will hop right out of bed. The excitement of having 8 hours to myself without the non-stop chatter of a 7 year old accompanying me everywhere I go, could be just enough incentive for me to jump up and shout “Hooray, let’s get this day going”.
I have to celebrate. I am doing the happy dance, I’m a happy camper, I am ecstatic, and giving high 5’s all over the place. Well, not really. Anybody who knows me, knows that I am very calm and don’t show a lot of excitement (anger yes, but not excitement). However, today is such a big deal that I feel like I’m bursting to jump and shout.
My 7 year old has, in the past, had an outrageous attitude. She would talk back to me, wouldn’t do what I asked her to do, and took advantage of privileges of watching TV and playing Nintendo DS. Almost everything was taken away from her, a lot of toys, her TV, her game, and her portable DVD player. Her attitude improved greatly. She wasn’t stomping around the house saying I hate you and I’m not inviting you to my party. Party? Wait, what party? Oh, never mind.
The other day she asked me if I would make a chores chart for her to check off every day. I forgot all about it (I have a habit of doing that). Then I suddenly remembered it this afternoon. In the past 2 days, I have had to repeatedly tell her things, “Leah, put your pajamas on”. “Leah I am going to get your pediasure ready and I expect you to have your PJs on by the time I’m done. It’s bedtime.” Ohhhh, why didn’t you tell me? DUH?!? I’m wasting my breath.
This morning, I had to constantly remind her to do things. All she wanted was her hands on that Nintendo DS , if only just to listen to the music playing from the game. Now, personally, I don’t want to hear the “tinky” music as I call it while I’m trying to wake up and focus at 6:30 in the morning. I tell her to go brush her teeth and get dressed, in that order. She starts to get dressed first (she is notorious for getting toothpaste all over herself). Okay, that got sorted out. Then she comes to me in my office, dressed, and asks for her game. “Leah, where are your socks and shoes?” “Oh, I forgot.”
So this afternoon I decided she was not getting her game back tonight and her attitude better be ship shape. I made out a to-do list for her.
- Put your dirty clothes in the basket in the laundry room, where they belong.
- Pick up the “trash” on the living room floor. We have an 8 month old puppy that drags things out of the trash can and shreds them all over the floor. It is Leah’s job to keep that clean and to put away the dog’s toys at night.
- Pick up the “trash” on my office floor.
- Pick up HER trash in her bedroom. Her trash bin was overflowing with juice boxes, bowls, and spoons and used kleenexes were all over the floor.
- Clean up her bedroom.
- Make Bed.
- Vacuum living room.
- Pick out clothes for school tomorrow.
- Homework pages.
- Bible reading lesson.
- Bathe & dress for bed.
- Brush teeth.
- Say bed time prayers with the night time prayer bunny (she added this last one).
She managed all these chores, some we had to go back and “do over”. Wait, the “whoot whoot” is coming. See # 7? That was really for me. But guess what? She did it herself, for the first time ever, she vacuumed the floor.
Wow, I am still amazed. I never thought she would have the strength in her hands and arms to pull that vacuum back and forth, but she did it. YEAH!
[Mission completed: Teach Leah to use the vacuum]