I used to be an "on the fast track" manager. I left the job because I didn't want to take another promotion and face all the number pressure from being a Senior Manager. (My husband would have also had to find a different line of work, so that had some impact as well.) I left and went to work for my husband as a driver. Kind of a blow to my ego, but we knew we wanted to grow his business and put ourselves in a position to start a family. It took a while and 4 routes run by me before our plan finally came to be: A BABY! We had planned to have me come off the road and stay home for a couple of years. I was good with that, since we had no family around. Baby #2 came VERY shortly after #1. Life continues and they are growing and I love them to death! The girl and the boy are my world!
Last at dinner, we were talking about what they wanted to be when they grew up. The boy wants to drive a fire truck (not a FedEx truck....humph!). The girl said, "I want to be just like Momma and just drive around and go to the store and play." That is where I got SAD! Is that really what my kids think I do? I guess I should be PROUD that she wants to be like her Mother, but really? I do way more than drive around, shop, and play. I guess in the eyes of a 4 yr old, that is big stuff. To me, it was kind of a low blow!
So, what do I have planned for tomorrow? I guess I will drive to the store to shop (get my huge list for making Valentine dinner for my family and groceries for the rest of the week), and then drive to the courthouse (to finalize a variance application), and then drive home to play (unload all the shit from the store, put it away, make lunch, clean-up breakfast and lunch, make sure no kids kill each other, put kids down for naps/quiet time, work on taxes for the business, run the fur picker-upper, make dinner, serve dinner, clean-up dinner, get a load of wash in, play, bath 2 kids, say Goodnights and then CRASH)! Yep....drive, shop, play!
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
The Saga with my dumbass neighbor
So the saga continues.....
His kid finally got caught riding his quad on the road or he is sick, because for 5 days now, there has been peace on the streets of Victoria Cove. I am not so evil that I want the kid to not be able to have fun in life, but until he and his father show he knows how to ride responsibly and stay off the streets, I will continue to call the police. I fear for the safety of my kids in the yard playing and while we are driving on the same streets that require me to have a license, insurance, and a plated car. I have done nothing childish towards this man or his kid. Yes, I make fun of his 17yr old Waffle House bride on facebook (he is 52) and complain about his stupidity and the stupidity he is passing on to his kid. But, I do not stoop to childish levels like this ass or his kid are doing. Here is a piece of mail I received yesterday:
It is from the Marines. Isn't that nice....Fatty Fatty
I failed to take a picture of the sign he put in his yard directly pointing towards my yard that said Weight Watchers Meets Here.
I know I am fat. Having babies, loosing my daily workout from my old job, not having time to focus on me because of said babies and a growing business, out of whack hormone levels (documented by an MD), thyroid condition and some serious PPD have all taken a toll on me. I KNOW I need to get back in shape. I do go to the gym, albeit not as often as I like or need. Knowing this, I also know what else is important and it is the girl and the boy and the husband. Most of what I do is not for me, it is for my FAMILY. For making things right in life for them. For making sure they know right from wrong. For growing them into productive members of society.
My weight is something that can be fixed if I truly focused on it and gave up an hour and a half a day to go to the gym as well as really watching what I eat. It will come some day when my kids are a little older and when they can do a little more for themselves. Until then, call me Fatty and post stupid signs in your yard directed at me. I can fix my problem. But, in the words of comedian Ron White, "You can't fix stupid!".
His kid finally got caught riding his quad on the road or he is sick, because for 5 days now, there has been peace on the streets of Victoria Cove. I am not so evil that I want the kid to not be able to have fun in life, but until he and his father show he knows how to ride responsibly and stay off the streets, I will continue to call the police. I fear for the safety of my kids in the yard playing and while we are driving on the same streets that require me to have a license, insurance, and a plated car. I have done nothing childish towards this man or his kid. Yes, I make fun of his 17yr old Waffle House bride on facebook (he is 52) and complain about his stupidity and the stupidity he is passing on to his kid. But, I do not stoop to childish levels like this ass or his kid are doing. Here is a piece of mail I received yesterday:
I failed to take a picture of the sign he put in his yard directly pointing towards my yard that said Weight Watchers Meets Here.
I know I am fat. Having babies, loosing my daily workout from my old job, not having time to focus on me because of said babies and a growing business, out of whack hormone levels (documented by an MD), thyroid condition and some serious PPD have all taken a toll on me. I KNOW I need to get back in shape. I do go to the gym, albeit not as often as I like or need. Knowing this, I also know what else is important and it is the girl and the boy and the husband. Most of what I do is not for me, it is for my FAMILY. For making things right in life for them. For making sure they know right from wrong. For growing them into productive members of society.
My weight is something that can be fixed if I truly focused on it and gave up an hour and a half a day to go to the gym as well as really watching what I eat. It will come some day when my kids are a little older and when they can do a little more for themselves. Until then, call me Fatty and post stupid signs in your yard directed at me. I can fix my problem. But, in the words of comedian Ron White, "You can't fix stupid!".
Monday, February 6, 2012
The Up Down of Life
Remember how you used to say
You couldn't wait till tomorrow for a brand new day
no fuss when ya had to ride the bus
You just add a little blush
To paralyze your school crush
Now you're older and the weight is on your shoulder
Make the world a little colder
No more hidin in the old day
Be strong Don't you give up hope
It will get hard Life's like a jump rope
Up down
Up down
Up down
Up down yeah
Cause it will get hard
Remember life's like a jump rope
Up down
Up down
Up down
Up down yeah
It will get hard Cause it will get hard
There'll be a bump and there will be a bruise
There'll be alarms and there will be a snooze
There'll be a path that you will have to choose
There'll be a win and there will be a lose
and You gotta hold your head up high and
Watch all the negative go by
Don't ever be ashamed to cry
You go ahead
Cause life's like a jump rope
I want to tell you that everything will be okay
That everything will eventually turn itself to gold
So keep pushing through it all
Don't follow, lead the way
Don't lose yourself or your hope
Cause life's like a jump rope
~Blue October lyrics for their song JumpRope
After this week, I am trying to remind myself over and over that this is true. This week took me to the DOWN part of jump roping. I love my family and try to live a good life and be a productive member of society. This week was full of blows that make me wonder if trying to be a good person and raise good kids with morals is really the right thing to do, since it seems so much easier to be an ass and get away with it. Some news on Saturday started my "bump and bruise". A lot of respect for a family member was lost and I was shocked.
"There'll be a path that you will have to choose." I chose the path to do what is right for my family when others don't take a path at all. If my family is in line for potential hurt, this Trucker Turned Momma is going to stand up and fight. It has been a constant fight with my neighbor over his 11 or 12 yr old kid and his 4-wheeler. The kid rides like an idiot. He has no mind for traffic laws or anyone else on the road. He has scared me in my yard while playing with my kids. He has scared me while driving in the car with my kids. This week, it went beyond his 4-wheeler, but I wasn't part of the escalation yet I am the one left suffering because he thinks I called him out on his illegal business and junk in his yard. He trespassed on my property to take pictures of my chickens. I didn't realize what he was taking pictures of until I received a notice about the issue a day later. Instead, I was just shocked and scared that there was a man in my yard with a camera when I went out of my deck to check the weather before taking the kids out to play. I panicked and dialed 911. Once I realized it was dumbass, I hung up. That is not good. 911 does not like hangups. 2 officers came and I gave a report. A day later 2 detectives came and talked to the dumbass first and then to me. Basically there is nothing I can do because I do not have proof he was on my property. He claims he was on my neighbors and that he has permission, which he does not. Unless she is to go down and make a report, it is his word against mine. So now, I am left shaken because the loose cannon from across the street thinks he has a right to do whatever the hell he wants and the law is on his side more than mine.
I am going to keep pushing thru. I am going to fight it. I am going to file for a variance to keep my chickens. I have support of all direct neighbors and others on the street. I am going to keep the focus on my family and doing what is right for them. I am going to continue to call the police when the dumbass does stuff that is illegal. I am going to keep playing in the yard with my kids and not be scared of him. I am going to install a security camera system. I am not going to lose myself or my hope!
You couldn't wait till tomorrow for a brand new day
no fuss when ya had to ride the bus
You just add a little blush
To paralyze your school crush
Now you're older and the weight is on your shoulder
Make the world a little colder
No more hidin in the old day
Be strong Don't you give up hope
It will get hard Life's like a jump rope
Up down
Up down
Up down
Up down yeah
Cause it will get hard
Remember life's like a jump rope
Up down
Up down
Up down
Up down yeah
It will get hard Cause it will get hard
There'll be a bump and there will be a bruise
There'll be alarms and there will be a snooze
There'll be a path that you will have to choose
There'll be a win and there will be a lose
and You gotta hold your head up high and
Watch all the negative go by
Don't ever be ashamed to cry
You go ahead
Cause life's like a jump rope
I want to tell you that everything will be okay
That everything will eventually turn itself to gold
So keep pushing through it all
Don't follow, lead the way
Don't lose yourself or your hope
Cause life's like a jump rope
~Blue October lyrics for their song JumpRope
After this week, I am trying to remind myself over and over that this is true. This week took me to the DOWN part of jump roping. I love my family and try to live a good life and be a productive member of society. This week was full of blows that make me wonder if trying to be a good person and raise good kids with morals is really the right thing to do, since it seems so much easier to be an ass and get away with it. Some news on Saturday started my "bump and bruise". A lot of respect for a family member was lost and I was shocked.
"There'll be a path that you will have to choose." I chose the path to do what is right for my family when others don't take a path at all. If my family is in line for potential hurt, this Trucker Turned Momma is going to stand up and fight. It has been a constant fight with my neighbor over his 11 or 12 yr old kid and his 4-wheeler. The kid rides like an idiot. He has no mind for traffic laws or anyone else on the road. He has scared me in my yard while playing with my kids. He has scared me while driving in the car with my kids. This week, it went beyond his 4-wheeler, but I wasn't part of the escalation yet I am the one left suffering because he thinks I called him out on his illegal business and junk in his yard. He trespassed on my property to take pictures of my chickens. I didn't realize what he was taking pictures of until I received a notice about the issue a day later. Instead, I was just shocked and scared that there was a man in my yard with a camera when I went out of my deck to check the weather before taking the kids out to play. I panicked and dialed 911. Once I realized it was dumbass, I hung up. That is not good. 911 does not like hangups. 2 officers came and I gave a report. A day later 2 detectives came and talked to the dumbass first and then to me. Basically there is nothing I can do because I do not have proof he was on my property. He claims he was on my neighbors and that he has permission, which he does not. Unless she is to go down and make a report, it is his word against mine. So now, I am left shaken because the loose cannon from across the street thinks he has a right to do whatever the hell he wants and the law is on his side more than mine.
I am going to keep pushing thru. I am going to fight it. I am going to file for a variance to keep my chickens. I have support of all direct neighbors and others on the street. I am going to keep the focus on my family and doing what is right for them. I am going to continue to call the police when the dumbass does stuff that is illegal. I am going to keep playing in the yard with my kids and not be scared of him. I am going to install a security camera system. I am not going to lose myself or my hope!
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