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I am blogging again!
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This week was my vacation. Since Hubby is on an “extended vacation” we decided to do some local things we have never done. The Hermitage, former home and burial place of Pres. Andrew Jackson, has been on our list for years. We finally made it out there on Monday!
We donned our headphones and took the audio tour all over the property. The most memorable part for me was when we walked through the old slave quarters where they housed all the slaves on the property. During a portion of the audio tour they name each slave that they knew the name of. Over 100 of them were named as you walked where some of them lived out the entirety of their lives. It was a surreal moment.
The tomb of Pres. Jackson and his wife
The Hermitage Mansion
Uncle Alfred’s cabin, one of the head slaves on the homestead. He is buried in the garden next to the President’s tomb.
Cotton fields worked by many hands
The rear view of the home
I just hit “New Post.” Not really sure why except for the fact that I feel I should, ya know, post something since its been oh, too long.
So, you get bullet points cause this is gonna be random. Hold on to your hats people.
In the life of me for the past few months:
- I read the entire Twilight series in about two weeks. I get it now. If I were not married I would move to Forks to find him. I was the person standing in line with a girlfriend at midnight for the DVD release. That is all.
- I am still so unbelievably happy with my job right now. Funny how I can be happy doing something that I feel is meaningful and other people just don’t get it. Oh well.
- Good thing I have a two job(s) I love right right now. Hubby was actually laid-off a few weeks ago. Before you all freak out like everyone else in our life, we are fine. Let me say that another way. We are great. Really. Let me just say, there is nothing like faith to get you through a situation you dreaded being in. For months we dreaded what we felt was an inevitable lay-off only to discover once it happened that life goes on. Can I just tell you how good God is? He really is. He is teaching us patience, trust, and to not fear. Last time I checked my cable is still on, my phone working, and we are still eating out occasionally. Yes, we have made a few adjustments during this down time, but we are very blessed. God knows right where we are and He is showing up daily. End of story.
- Hubby and I celebrated six years married yesterday. SIX years. Married. I still don’t get it. I would do it all over again.
- I am sad that some of my favorite bloggers are calling it quits lately. But I get it. Thank goodness for twitter! (Which by the way is totally being taken over by celebrities, we were totally the cool kids first!)
I am still here. Thank you all for caring about me!
Yes, I am still alive.
Thank you all for asking. No, really, thank you for asking.
I know I have been so very absent as of late, and every now and then I would think, “I really need to update the old Blog” only to leave it for another day and yet, it would still go undone. I would rationalize it by saying, “Oh, its not a big deal, I don’t even know if anyone is still out there reading.” Then I get some really awesome emails, a few cards in the mail, and just in general “checking on you” tweets and I remember my other little world of support.
Nothing is really wrong or different. Life is just heavy. Do people still use that word? Somehow even typing that makes me feel like I should be wearing a poodle skirt and going to the soda shop with Marty McFly. There are a few people out there who will get that.
Anyway, I am just bogged down: work, life, people, frustrations, changes, stress. Pretty much everyone’s story. Expect that when things get hard for me I tend to clam up and hunker down and sort through. I am hoping this is the beginning of some light at the end of a tunnel.
So yeah, just heavy. Friends are hurting. Like every. single. person who is in my “core.” Ya know? They all have issues right now. Real hard issues. Things I feel helpless to fix or change. And I am a fixer. I feel pretty much helpless if I can’t fix it.
Add to that four months of lay-offs at Hubby’s company and him actually surviving over 500 cuts, needless to say it has been a stressful couple of months and weeks. Yes, over 500 people fired. My Hubby is one of twelve left standing. How does that feel? Honestly, crappy. Because you see him feel guilty and yes, very overworked, but in the midst of all of those emotions you are supposed to feel thankful and blessed, even if it means being happy that they guy that was with the company thirty years was sent home with no warning. And even Hubby still doesn’t feel safe. They sent him home with new a re-up for his insurance and benefits Friday. I am taking solace in that.
And people once again have reminded me just how mean and hurtful they can be. I am the type of person that will worry to death if one single person in all of this earth is unhappy with me, even if it is their fault. I am working on it. I am being worked on. And I will be a better person for all of it.
So, thank you my friends. I am still here.
During this past week I hung out with children whose diapers I used to change who:
- whooped my bootie at Super Mariocart multiple times. And I was trying people!
- sang an entire verse of the latest Pussy Cat Dolls song to me
- have more electronic equipment that I do
- are better at using my electronic equipment that I am
- one of the youngest is now in the double digits age-wise
- rolled their eyes at me because I said something “old-fashioned”
- asked me multiple times why I don’t have any children
- ARE GETTING MARRIED? Excuse me?!
God help me if they have a baby before I do!!!
So I am a whole week late on my last weekend’s post. No judgement. I work over 60 hours a week. I can only do so much!
Now, moving on. Last weekend was so good that I am still recovering this weekend. How am I recovering? I was home and in bed by 7:30 tonight. Mission accomplished!
So last Friday night we celebrated one of my favorites’ birthday. We started out with dinner at one of her favorite places and then we headed out for some more fun times and went dancing.
The Birthday Girl and her Hubby, Matt.
The crew doing what we do best.
Amy and BMan.
Colleen, Liz, and Hilary
Hubby had to retire early so these guys were my bodyguards. They rock.
Matt yelling at the DJ who was doing a terrible job.
D, Amy, Melissa, and I. Sorry for the weird look on my face. It was past my bedtime and I was waiting for the caffeine to kick in!
The very next day we had our very own 20sb Nashville mini-meetup! Our girl EP just happened to be in town, and since we already consider her a Nashvillian, we were so honored to have her join us! Can I just say, Bloggers, yes with a capital “B”, are the best. We sat, we ate, we chatted, it was fun times. In attendance were Courtney, Katie, EP, Hilary, Liz, and myself. We made friends fast. That is all I will disclose from the conversation. It lasted for HOURS. I hated to leave. Love you all ladies! I do find it funny that when “bloggers” get together we don’t talk about blogging. Well, yes, it comes up, but for the most part we just talk about our lives. So awesome. I love that its not “shop talk.”
After I totally lost track of the time with the awesomeness of the conversation, I raced home to meet Hubby and pick up some great friends, Mr. and Mrs. Peanut, who were joining us to go see a friend play a show. Andrew did a great job and we ate and laughed and hung with Amy and BMan for most of the night.
We returned home that night exhausted and ready for a great day at church the next day. Last week we had a guest speaker, Stephen Mansfield. He authored “The Faith of Barack Obama” and “The Faith of George W. Bush” and he challenged us greatly during his time with us. I am so excited to read his books next. We opted out of a Super Bowl party that day. We were so exhausted we went home and spent time with my adorable nephew and family to watch the game.
And that is it. And then Monday came with a ton of new opportunities. I hope to tell you all about that very soon! Stay tuned peeps!
It’s happening at our house. It’s scary and it’s real. It is the realization that we are just like all those “other people” suffering in these uncertain times.
It began three weeks ago when Hubby came home and said, “They laid off twenty guys at work today.”
And suddenly, it was us. It was us wondering if the emergency fund was enough. It was us looking at loosing all benefits and all security and hoping that this bad economy would not ruin the ability for Hubby to pursue his passion. And suddenly I looked at the news and the people in the unemployment line very differently. I second guessed that cup of coffee, the shirt I splurged on, and the night out that we spent way too much on.
It began to take over our lives. Everyday he would go to work and I would wonder if this day would be his last. Another week, more layoffs, and he survived. Yet another, more men sent home with no warning. And finally this last week, we survived again.
We are the lucky ones. But how long will it last?
In the midst of feeling very stressed and wondering how we will keep our home, our “stuff,” and our way of life, I received an email from a dear friend.
At her office there is a man that she sees from time to time. He is cold, wet, and dirty. His only companion is his little Collie, Jay. He once had a job, a good job. He was passing through and suddenly ran out of gas money. He lives under the bypass near her building. My friend keeps dog food and supplies for this man so that when she sees him, she has something to offer them. He usually refuses to join her inside, stating he is too dirty, but she implores him daily. Today he came in and she offered him something to drink. He brought his own cup. It was filthy so she washed it. She said she had no idea how long it had been since he had a clean cup to drink from. She noticed that he was missing a glove. He had no way to get another one and his exposed hand showed dirt, grime, and the abuses of the elements. She listened to his story and gave him shelter from the cold, if only for a few minutes. He has no one, cooks with a kerosene heater, and lulls himself to sleep to the sound of passing traffic on a busy interstate. Feeling the cold and biting wind as he tries to get some rest he faces the next day in uncertainty. He wants to work. Has tried. No jobs to be found, especially when you can’t supply a home address.
She cried as he led Jay from her office today on his makeshift “leash.”
Today he became a real person to her. A person with thoughts and feelings and a past and a future. A person who mattered. A person just like her.
I told her she was his angel. Her reply? “No, he is my angel. He makes me realize just how very blessed I am to have what I have, and I refuse to complain.”
Aren’t we all just one step away from being exactly where he is? Shouldn’t we be thankful? Doesn’t this make you approach your day, your job, your “stuff” differently?
Perspective people. Perspective. And I just gained some.
My greatest fear is leaving this world without someone or something feeling the impact of my being here. Today, my friend reminded me that sometimes changing the world doesn’t mean doing huge things for faraway lands, sometimes it means reaching out to those who seem so common in your everyday life.
The cutie patootie Obama girls have not even been at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue for a solid week and the attention they are getting is already at Hannah Montana status. They are revered for their clothes, their poise and their demeanor. Every little girl now has a new role model.
Whether that is fair or not I thought this was interesting. Ty toy company of Beanie Babies fame has created “Sweet Sasha” and “Marvelous Malia” dolls. Their mom did not approve. Not one bit. Speaking through her press secretary, she thought it was “inappropriate.” The Ty toy company counteracted by saying the dolls were in no way a representation or inspired by the Obama girls.
What do you think? Does the toy company have an argument or the right? Discuss.
You guys were so awesome to help me out with the last survey, so here I go again, asking for more favors.
Basically, I think this game is going to be a popular one so I wanted to do some more questions to put in the “just in case” file. Would you guys do it again?? Pretty please? Once again, you all rock!
Hello Faithful Blogging Friends,
I need a favor! Next week the Hubby and I are throwing a little game night and we are playing a little friendly fued game. So, I need you guys to take this survey so that we can have a “survey ” that “says” something!
Would you guys help me out? Pretty please with a cherry on top? Click down below and your anonymous results will help me out so much!
You’re all jems! And you all have an open invite to join the game crew! I can’t promise warm weather, but I can promise a good time!