Dysfunctional families

Who has not considered their own family to be dysfunctional.  In reading the book the Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls I have decided that the dysfunctions of my life growing up were not nearly so bad as what she had to go through. It is hard to imagine that parents would just move their children around on a whim, To not care about working and putting food on the table for them. The parents were being so selfish in taking care of their own needs before those of their children. It is really hard for me to comprehend. I know that their are families out their like that but have never come in contact with them. I applaud these children for surviving and making something of themselves. You can never forget where you came from; you just need to learn from those  trials and tribulations and move forward.  

What to do?

What to do? What to do? Have you ever had the problem of liking your job and another option opened up to you? Well, I have a small problem that I am currently dealing with. I have a good job working as a school bus driver and I do enjoy it. I have great hours and good pay. My summers and all holidays are off. However, I have the option of changing jobs to work for Subway as a manager. The hours will be longer and the days off fewer. The responsibility level is in my opinion about the same. The money is about the same. The drive is about the same. Really the only bonus I see is that I would be up and moving around more. I am just not sure what to do!

The change would be a forward change. But, do I really want to work in a customer service area? It would be an OK thing. I enjoy visiting with people. I don't mind working food service. It is just the hours that I would be working. I am use to working on average 4 hours a day. and to go to a full 8 would be a major adjustment. but I think a positive one.

OK I think I almost know what I am going to do!!! Wish me luck!

Facebook

Social networking has become for many of my generation a way to interact with people that they have lost touch with. I have a Facebook page, however it is used for only two things. The First being games. You get bored at work log into Facebook and play a game or two. The games can be so addictive. 


The second reason I am able to watch what my children are doing. It is not so much that I want to spy on them but I use it to make sure that they are making smart decisions. 


The third reason is that I get to know what is going on with classmates that have moved away in elementary or even high school and it gets me in touch with my graduating class. Most of whom i have not seen in a very ling time.


Now, do I really need to know what is going on in their life? No, but at times it is more interesting than my own life and it does help to fill the void, when things are very tedious here.
You must also remember that the games can be so addictive.

Mouse attack

I don't know about you guys, but I am terrified of mice and this is the story about my most recent encounter with the enemy! I was sitting in my chair relaxing, watching a little TV. I happened to glance up and saw the little guy run across my counter top, in front of the microwave and disappear from sight. I let out a holler. Erin and I jump up, out of our chairs and rush to the kitchen to see where the little guy went. I had clean dishes on a towel to dry so we decided to remove them to see it he was hiding under them. Not expecting to find him under the first bowl that I picked up I let out another holler (OK I screamed) and jumped back away from the mouse that was cowering under the bowl. My reaction caused Erin to react, she swings a chair at me. The chair hit the back of my leg in the middle of my calf muscle which proceeded to cramp up from the impact. Needless to say neither of us knows where that mouse went nor do we care. We have not seen him since, yet we know he is there taunting us.

Memories of a grandparent!

One of my fondest memories is of my Grandpa & Grandma Schultz. Going to their farm was like stepping back in time, but not too far back. Walking into my grandma's kitchen was wonderful she always had some kind of baked goods fresh from the oven for us when we got there. We would have our snack then head outside to play while my folks visited with them. Playing on a farm was nothing new to us as we farmed as well but there was something about grandpa's farm. Chickens running around, dogs barking and chasing after us, horses in the pasture with the milk cows and the pigs were in thier sty. Playing tag and climbing the trees in the orchard, picking apples and pears. My most vivid memory is going there and watching grandpa plow fields with a team of beautiful Belgian draft horses. The power that those horses had took my breath away. Grandpa would let us sit with him while he plowed with those horses and I will never forget the smell of the horses sweat or the way they moved almost effortlessly pulling that plow through the soil. That is what started my love of horses.

Grandpa taught me how to work with animals, how to care for them and he always said that if you show an animal respect and treat them with kindness, they will do anything for you. To this day I follow his advice. 

Inspiration

Horses are my passion. 

I love just going out and spending time with them brushing them, sitting with them in the pasture or even going for a relaxing ride. There is nothing better than to load up the trailer and go for a weekend of trail riding and enjoying time with family and friends. I never have to worry about what I wear or if my clothing matches when I am out on the trail it is just me and my trusty stead, enjoying what nature has to offer us. 

I cannot wait for the trails to open up this spring.

       There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man.

                                                           ~Winston Churchill

Not sure what is harder to do, sit down at this computer and write a paper or sit here at this computer and type a blog. I am not one to put my thoughts on paper or in this case in a blog, but here goes....


I am a returning to college after 22 years of being out of school.  My decision to go back to school came from my desire to improve myself.I decided that a High school diploma was not enough and that I wanted more of an education for myself. Don't get me wrong I have a great life. Two beautiful daughters that I adore, a loving husband and a hobby that I look forward to doing as much as I can and a job that I love, but sometimes you just have to bite the bullet, so to speak and just jump into something different.


I am scared to death.


To say the I am scared is an understatement, The thought that I will fail miserably, is always in the back of my mind. Take a... ok i'll admit to this.. a forty something year old person and drop them into a college course after they have been out of school for the 22 years and who wouldn't be scared. 


But I have decided that I will go forth and do the the best that I can and pray that my daughter (who is in this class with me)and instructor will bear with me.