Well, so much for things looking up. Monday evening we didn’t get home until 9pm. My car wouldn’t start when I left work, so I had to ask my husband to come down here and give us a ride. He just barely made it by 6pm so we could get the kids on time, then I had to wait while he dropped off my daughter at grandma’s house (I hate interrupting her routine, but she loves
I am blown away that people are actually reading my journal. I really didn’t expect any kind of a response to my petty musings on my life. And I am flattered that people would think of it as a story or a tale (although "tales of woe" seems a little excessive to me--for a real tale of woe, see the link in my post titled The Morning News). Since nothing particularly int
I feel good about the weekend that we had. My paycheck went just as quickly as I thought it would, but we got quite a bit done anyways. My paycheck was $530, less than a full paycheck because one day last pay period the daycare called after I had only been here for one hour and told me the baby had a fever and I needed to pick him up. I paid back $180 on my
So last night my husband came up with the brilliant idea of going to the urgent care and getting pain killers to sell so we can buy milk and diapers for the baby. He toyed with the idea of shooting himself with a nail gun or “missing” and hitting his hand with his framing hammer hard enough to break a bone. He’s done both of these in the past, both accidentally and in
Well, maybe that’s just negative thinking. I mean, I don’t know what the rest of the year holds. It’s only day three after all. And I am still limping along by the grace of God. There really haven’t been any major catastrophes yet, but the way things have been going I can’t help but think another one is right around the corner. It puts me in this state of constant anx
, this must have been what my dad meant when he kept telling me to cover up when I was that age! I know I will feel your pain in the future, we have two girls 9 months apart, they're 5 and 4 now and already gorgeous! Daddy's saving up for a shotgun already...
little-whip, that is a great Christmas poem. It's funny how credit cards are touted as the path to financial freedom, but in reality every purchase with a credit card is like putting one more bar on your jail cell. Even in the situation I am in now, I thank God that my credit is too bad to qualify for a credit card! Locamama, I appreciate your generous spirit! I know there are many people out there who are willing to help with our situati
Gid, Texas, Jythier- Thank you. I appreciate your encouragement.
It's been a while since I have posted here, and in case anyone was actually following my blog, I apologize for that. I had some pretty good reasons for neglecting to blog. Oh, where do I start? Someone stole $700 cash out of my purse immediately after I got paid. I missed 5 days of work because that money was for the repair of the brake lines on my car
Should we stop Pre Fab housing because that will put some people out of work? By your thinking we have to because we have to think of "all the buggy whip makers who have to feed their children". You know, it's funny that you should mention pre-fab housing in particular, because my husband happens to build the high end custom homes that people spend millions of dollars on. Of course I think that pre-fab housing is a horrible idea. We're house snobs.
if you're more likely to cave, they'll play you against your husband. It's best to work on learning creative proactive ways to parent so that you can be an equal with your husband in discipline. LOL, I am not likely to cave. I am likely to explode. That is the problem. The model that my parents set was not a good one. I know that people who had horrible childhoods either repeat the abusive behavior or work to change the pattern. I am doing my best to cha
Meanwhile we Jews of the one true faith are still waiting I'm sorry if this is a stupid question. Is it true that to follow your "one true faith" you have to be of Jewish descent? If so, how can you expect others to agree that people of your race are the only ones who can be saved and everyone else is condemned?
I feel the same way. Sadly, when confronted with my children behaving badly, I get emotional and over react. I also feel out of control when I get angry. Since I love my children and I know it's awful to yell, I leave all discipline to my husband. He is good at staying calm and rational and explaining rules and consequences to them in terms that they can understand. Where he would initiate a timeout and then explain why they had a timeout when it was o
I like that, Gideon. I also don't fit in very well with the stereotypical "Christian". Thank you for the welcome.
Well, considering that bums are more likely to have children (especially single, unemployed mothers who live on welfare and child support from several different men), they probably are reproducing at a rate higher than criminals. Unfortunately, most of these children learn well from their parents and go on to be bigger and better bums. What should we do with the new bums that are produced after the project has been completed? We have to rememb
"Nonsense. Home mortgages and home construction are just a small part of the overall economic picture. The economy may stumble a bit, but it would hardly be the catastrophe some are making it out to be." MasonM, maybe some of the people who are making it out to be a catastrophe work in these sectors. For example, my husband goes out every day and builds houses so we can feed our kids and pay our bills. For us, home construction is a huge part
That makes me so sad. A 6 year old should not have to worry about whether she is fat. If a doctor has that concern, they need to make sure to bring it up out of earshot of the child. They could even call you after the appointment for a follow up. It's bad enough that our culture is sexualizing young girls with the clothing they put out there as "appropriate" without also making them feel like they have to look like models at six years old. My daughter, who is 4, is also at the top of he
Sometimes you have to learn to shut out the news if and when it becomes too overwhelming. I haven't quite learned how to do that yet. I usually just don't watch the news. I take it much too personally. I mostly get my news online where I can choose what to click on. That way I filter out most of the bad
I often think that I must be crazy. Is that common or is it just me? Of course, they say that if you have dropped more than 10 hits of LSD in your lifetime you are legally insane. While my teenage years were a whole lot more tame than most of the people I was hanging out with, that describes just one of my many adventures in the wacky world of LSD (it was my
You should read The X Files books. I got one as a present once as a teenager and it blew my mind. They have a chapter devoted to ball lightning in the book I had, right next to the chapter on a type of fungus found in Texas that looks like a blob of floam and actually migrates towards heat sources. I will have to dig it out of my book pile (I desperately need a bookcase!) and give you the reference info.
I haven't had a problem with their size yet, but I know how you feel about the dimmer. They are much more cost efficient and almost a necessity since we moved to our new house. Almost every room has a ceiling fan fixture that takes 5 bulbs, and each and every one of those ceiling fan fixtures is fitted with a dimmer switch. We haven't switched out all of the bulbs yet since we prefer to let them burn out, but the ones that we have switched only come on
Watching the news today made me feel suicidal. This morning on my way to work I was mentally composing the note I would leave for my family. If I happen to catch the news in the morning, it always makes me cry and it usually ruins my day. It's never made me so disgusted with life before. I don't want to live in a reality where people do things like this. Here is a lin
This is my half-diary, half-sad attempt to reach out to others like me. I am 23. I am a mother of 3, but I don't feel like a very good one. My daughter is 4. My stepdaughter is 5. My son is 14 months. I am a born again Christian, but I'm having a hard time letting go of the old religion (some of you know exactly what I am talking about, others might wonder w
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