Friday, February 28, 2014
Tonight on my Facebook page I shared that we've paid off $10,090.65 in credit card debt since November 19th. It's a feat I'm quite proud of, and it's exciting to finally be in control of my credit card debt. I have no shame in talking about where I was and where I'm going with this project because what I realized was, as soon as I took control of the "sinking money ship," by sharing this project and discussing it in the light, others were encouraged to do the same. It also made paying of $20,000 less scary. You can be scared of the monsters in the dark and you can pretend things aren't there, but what you can't do is be quite as afraid in the light. I brought my monster out from under my bed and into the light. And you know what? He is not as scary now. Ugly? Yes. Scary? No.
Well, not minutes after I posted this information I got an email from a very concerned Facebook friend and her email went something like this: "Where I am very proud of you for paying off as much credit card debt as you have in such a short period of time, I can't help but feel sorry for you. You share so much of your life online either on your blog or on your Facebook page. Do you think this is healthy for you? I worry you are going to have regrets about posting these things."
I chuckled and shook my head. Silly woman....
Yes, I know I live a fairly "open" life, and if you've followed my blog for any length of time, you know I'm pretty much an open book as long as you aren't rude. (We don't even have to agree on things, and I'm still open...) I started this blog knowing my life was going to be public, and there would be people upset by what I shared. That doesn't bother me in the slightest. What would bother me is hiding my thoughts, feelings, or what is going on in my life. If I censor what I share, you are only getting half of me, and that is not fair to you as a reader.
If you read this blog, I can't promise you that you're never going to be uncomfortable. I can't promise you you're not going to cry. And I won't be responsible if you laugh and shoot your morning coffee out you're nose.
What I can promise you is a real person, blogging her life, and being authentic 100% of the time.
The people who read this blog and are inspired to dig themselves out of credit card debt, aren't concerned I shared this information. Instead they are relieved to know they aren't alone....
Monday, February 17, 2014
I got off work Friday with every intention of doing nothing - all weekend. I had mountains of laundry, 5 great books and was going to make the most of my time off. Then I got a text message: "Can you run to the shelter and evaluate a dog?" The dog in question was a dachshund mix that was not available for adoption to the general public due to a concern with his temperament. I agreed to go have a look at the little beast, knowing Christie was going to be at an adoption event all morning and would not be able to make it to the shelter before close, and Monday morning it would be "curtains" for this boy if we decided not to take him.
I arrived at the shelter and found a dog that was completely shut down. He was quickly ran behind his bed in an attempt to evade me, and as I pulled out a leash he weaved back and forth dodging my attempts of capture like a well seasoned boxer. Finally in frustration I decided we needed to have a conversation.
"Dude, listen to me. I am your only ticket out of here. So, you have two options. You can stop acting like a fool and allow me to pick you up or you are going to meet Jesus on Monday." I said frankly. He looked at me silently, and for a minute we both stood there, taking each other in. I must have been convincing in that moment though, because he quit acting like a twit, and allowed me to pick him up and eventually carry him out of the kennel.
Sunday, February 9, 2014
This morning my sister brought my daughter home after church, and Isaac (my nephew) wanted to stay for a visit. Not one to ever turn down a day with "my boy" I offered to keep him while his mom and his brother went to the grocery store.
I was making lunch when I saw him walk up to an antique croquette set in the living room. He surfed out a mallet and was swinging it around, using it as a little boy would. It was a gun, a sword, and then a baseball bat. Finally, his eyes hit the ultimate solution. A ball, nestled in the bottom of the croquette set.
He looked at me, and then back at the ball in his hand, and said: "I betcha you're gonna tell me no, huh?" It instantly took me back to a time when my own daughter was his age. I time when I wish I would have been a parent who said "yes" more often. I turned around, smiled, looked him in the eyes and answered back: "Have fun!" He looked at me confused and quickly reassured me, "I will be very careful!"
And with only two simple rules:
1) You may not hit any humans or animals with the mallet.
2) You must swing the mallet only to waist level.
He had a blast putting that croquette ball around our house, and we all survived! Pets, people, the house, and I was reminded that sometimes in life it's important to say "yes". A reminder I needed 10 years ago, and again today.
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Evidently, in what was news to me, children all over the mid-west are participating in rituals to help conjure up days off school.
Are you in need of a snow day? Read my article on daytonlocal.com for all the steps to make your next snow day a reality!
Oh, and this works best when there is a strong chance of snow in the forecast....
Read more in the link below, and good luck!
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Well, the teenage human isn't the only one who got a snow day and day off school. Linda and Tru's obedience class was canceled tonight as well. Like typical children, they're okay with this. They'll take playing in the snow over learning any ol' day!
Friday, January 31, 2014
I work in healthcare, as an radiologic technologist at a pediatric hospital.
I am one of the blessed people that goes to work everyday and genuinely loves what she does.
I make a difference in the lives of one of God's greatest gifts to this world: the child.
For some folks, "real life" starts as soon as they leave their job.
For me, and the amazing group of people I work with, "real life" stares us in the face everyday.
We see this everyday.
We walk these emotions everyday.
Today was "super hero" day and we were all encouraged to dress up like "super heroes".
Today also is the birthday of a patient who touched my heart as well as an entire hospital's heart.
Happy Birthday to a "super hero" who I will never forget.
Here's to all the laughs that we shared together.
To you making me belt out Michael Jackson's "Man in the Mirror" in the ICU via karaoke machine anytime you could, just because you knew I would look like an idiot to anyone just to make you smile.
To a little boy who even mostly blind, always noticed when I got my hair cut.
And who I often had to bribe with an endless supply of stickers, paper hats and Justin Bieber t-shirts.
I love you, "Peter Parker".
You are "my boy".
You are OUR boy, and I can't wait to see you in Heaven one day, where we will sing an encore together again.....
Monday, January 27, 2014
|What is not responsible about this face?!|
I came home tonight and upon approaching my house I notice we had no curtains in the living room windows. Immediately my heart jumped to my throat and I instantly knew what had happened. We had been robbed....
I twisted the door knob, and it was locked.
Well, isn't that nice? The jerk who robbed us could have at least left the door unlocked for me! I slid my key into the key hole, turned the knob and SLAM!
Suddenly it felt like a cinder block hit the back of the door as the door snapped back and hit me in the face! Now I was just flat out angry. I again tried to open the door only to feel someone pushing back on it again, only this time the push was accompanied by barking, snarling, and I could feel hot air on my fingers. Immediately I realized my puppies were loose.... I also quickly realized, I was going to get bit if I didn't announce who I was upon coming through the door.
As soon as I said: "It's me guys!" I was greeted by a fury of tail wagging exuberance and two bouncing, puppies looking at me as if to say: "Well, why didn't you just say so?!"
As I surveyed the house I was nervous. Two shepherd puppies out all day, left to their own devices, is never a good thing. Luckily, there was no real damage to my house, just the curtains they tore down, balled into the perfect heap and clearly slept on all afternoon, a destroyed dog bed and busted up baby gate. Tomorrow they will go back to their crates while we are at work since they are not responsible enough to stay in the laundry room by themselves without escape.
I'm not ready to risk my house to these monsters just yet....