Just About Life
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Smell that?
Just my husband and I. My husband is fixing the dishwasher and has all the dirty water in the trap, in a piece of connected pipe to the sink. He fixes it. I just got all ready to go out, but before I leave I decide I'll help put all of the stuff under the sink. So I make my way under the sink, under my husband. Then I feel it. Something wet. Silence. "Do you smell that? You might want to go take a shower". No funny then. But I laugh about it now. I love my husband!
Being A Mother
Eleven years ago I had my first child. Man it makes me sound old when I say it like that. It seems just yesterday I was bringing her home from the hospital. I was pondering this the other day. How different it was then compared to now with my new little one. Not just the obvious things like how much younger I was then. Man, my body bounced back a lot easier back then. But mostly friendships and where I was in my life. Eleven years ago being a new mom, home all day with a baby, was, well, rather lonely and boring. I remember one time being on the computer and feeling guilty that I wasn't down on the floor playing with my beautiful baby, who would just lay there most of the time. I was very lonely. I desperately wanted friends and to go places. I did have friends, but non that I would really do anything with. I met my best friend Brittany two years later, and she would always comment how I would want to go places all of the time. I did. Want to go places all of the time. I would do anything to get out of the house. But I didn't really have any friends to go anywhere with. It wasn't until I had my second child that I really had friends to go anywhere with. And did we ever go places. My house rarely got clean. But it wasn't from the baby, obviously...it was from two adults. I can't believe I'm actually admitting this. But its the truth, and I know a lot of you out there can relate. Ok, back to my point. Flash forward eleven years. I have my fourth child, a boy. Five year gap between him and his brother. I have some awesome friends. No, I have amazing friends. When someone wants to do something I sort of cringe inside. I don't want to go anywhere. Is that bad? What's wrong with me? I used to be all about the parties, the outings, the dressing up. Now I'm about staying in my yoga pants, laying on the couch, and the thought of going out sounds exhausting! Does that happen to you? I don't feel lonely anymore. Is that because I have more friends? Or is it because I'm more comfortable with who I am? I'd love to hear what others have to say about this. My best friends used to tell me how I was up to doing things, and I was such a fun mom because I was always doing something and I was always so laid back. I'm not laid back. I don't know if I ever was. But I'm glad someone thought that. Maybe I should be more of that mom now, the one I was way back then. Maybe I was more fun. who knows? One thing I do know. One thing that I have come to learn over these past eleven years. Motherhood is the most wonderful job in the entire world! I'm not perfect. I have a TON of things that I need to improve on. I don't get everything right, and I surely don't have the perfect house or perfect children. But I love them more than anything in this entire world. I would do anything for them. Some times I think I'm on their side too much, well, according to my husband. I wouldn't trade my stressful, hectic life for anything in this world. Even though its a tough job, I would do it all over a million times again. Nothing is more rewarding than being a mother. I'm learning as I go, but man, what a ride!
Monday, October 20, 2014
Once in a Lifetime
My daughter LOVES to read. She reads about everything. She is really into the Heros of Olympus series and couldn't wait for the final book to come out. Turns out the author was doing a book signing in Austin (3 hrs from us) on Oct 13 and the kids didn't have school that day. She begged me to take her. To be honest, the thought of driving 3 hrs with 4 kids, one of which is 6 months old, did not sound fun AT ALL!! But, being the great mother I am, I did. Her grandmother actually bought her the ticket and also bought herself one so she could take her. The day before my husband got sick with a little stomach bug and so he took the monday off. Guess what that meant? Yep, gotta leave 2/4 kids home. YAY! (I do love them, I just didn't want to drive all that way with them. alone. ) . We arrived to find a nice large line forming so we stood in line until my mother in law arrived and then I went off to shop with my little man for 2 hrs.
When I picked her she couldn't stop talking about how awesome it was. She got a tshirt (which she wore the next day to school, and also that friday) and she got her book. She enjoyed having a one-on-one experience with her grandmother. So, even thought I was pretty much the taxi driver, I was glad to be able to let her have this once in a lifetime experience.
PS. I just pray she remembers I did this for her when she gets older :)
When I picked her she couldn't stop talking about how awesome it was. She got a tshirt (which she wore the next day to school, and also that friday) and she got her book. She enjoyed having a one-on-one experience with her grandmother. So, even thought I was pretty much the taxi driver, I was glad to be able to let her have this once in a lifetime experience.
PS. I just pray she remembers I did this for her when she gets older :)
Saturday, October 11, 2014
Garth Brooks
I was listening to my awesome Garth Brooks station on Pandora this morning and the song "Unanswered Prayers" came on . I started thinking, this is a great song! Not just because I like Garth Brooks but because of what its saying. "Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers". We really should do this more often. I should do this more often. There are times in our lives where we pray for something, sometimes praying very hard, and we just can't understand why its not coming. We are absolutely sure that we need that one thing, or that one blessing. When in reality God knows us better. He really is the only one who knows what we "need". So the next time you're frustrated that God hasn't answered your prayer, try and remember he knows you best and maybe, just maybe, there's something better around the corner.
"Unanswered Prayers"
"Unanswered Prayers"
Just the other night at a hometown football game
My wife and I ran into my old high school flame
And as I introduced them the past came back to me
And I couldn't help but think of the way things used to be
She was the one that I'd wanted for all times
And each night I'd spend prayin' that God would make her mine
And if he'd only grant me this wish I wished back then
I'd never ask for anything again
Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers
Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs
That just because he doesn't answer doesn't mean he don't care
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers
She wasn't quite the angel that I remembered in my dreams
And I could tell that time had changed me
In her eyes too it seemed
We tried to talk about the old days
There wasn't much we could recall
I guess the Lord knows what he's doin' after all
And as she walked away and I looked at my wife
And then and there I thanked the good Lord
For the gifts in my life
Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers
Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs
That just because he may not answer doesn't mean he don't care
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered
Some of God's greatest gifts are all too often unanswered...
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers
My wife and I ran into my old high school flame
And as I introduced them the past came back to me
And I couldn't help but think of the way things used to be
She was the one that I'd wanted for all times
And each night I'd spend prayin' that God would make her mine
And if he'd only grant me this wish I wished back then
I'd never ask for anything again
Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers
Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs
That just because he doesn't answer doesn't mean he don't care
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers
She wasn't quite the angel that I remembered in my dreams
And I could tell that time had changed me
In her eyes too it seemed
We tried to talk about the old days
There wasn't much we could recall
I guess the Lord knows what he's doin' after all
And as she walked away and I looked at my wife
And then and there I thanked the good Lord
For the gifts in my life
Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers
Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs
That just because he may not answer doesn't mean he don't care
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered
Some of God's greatest gifts are all too often unanswered...
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers
Friday, October 10, 2014
Do You Really Want to Hire Me?
My husband wrote this for a job he was applying for back in 2007. I thought it was brilliant. And yes, it's all true.
Do You Really Want to Hire Me?
If you already have someone who knows how to skin a possum in the office, you may not want another. If you already have someone in the office who knows the reasons not to skin a cotton mouth, you definitely won’t want another (and you probably wish you didn’t have the first). I fear that my personal biography will either sound like a b-movie or a book in Oprah’s Book club. I will give you as many facts and lessons from my life that I can and only hope that they won’t scare you away.
Do You Really Want to Hire Me?
If you already have someone who knows how to skin a possum in the office, you may not want another. If you already have someone in the office who knows the reasons not to skin a cotton mouth, you definitely won’t want another (and you probably wish you didn’t have the first). I fear that my personal biography will either sound like a b-movie or a book in Oprah’s Book club. I will give you as many facts and lessons from my life that I can and only hope that they won’t scare you away.
I was born
in Oklahoma City , Oklahoma
County, Oklahoma ,
for which I have always been grateful for because it’s easy to remember. I am
the younger oldest in a family of 7 kids. I call myself the younger oldest
because I have an older sister but she always made me do the hard jobs like
look to see if the coyotes were getting close at night. I am the son of a dreamer and an optimist. My
mother claims to be a bit more practical but we know she’s enjoyed the ride.
When I was about six years old my father’s job with an oil company fell
through. My father took the money that he had saved up and put some down on 40
acres of land in remote Oklahoma .
He had dreams of turning it into a gravel pit company or make adobe bricks or other
endless varieties of business ventures. The whole family moved into a camping
trailer for about a year while we tried to build a home with what limited
income my father could gain from scrapping old metal pipelines that ran through
the property and other odd jobs. I was never happier than when I was running
around those acres. We had no running water and no real plumbing. We got
electricity after a year and a half but before that nothing. My father was
always happy so we were always happy. We would run all over the place discovering
abandoned brick yards and heavy equipment, running from snakes and playing in
the lake. We built a hot tub one winter out of a horse trough and piece of
plywood with a fire underneath. It was great until it got too hot. We knew we
didn’t have anything but when we were at home it didn’t matter.
My father
did eventually understand that he had to go back to school in order to really
support the family. My Mom might have done some pressuring on that subject but
I was out in the woods so I don’t really know, but I know how fast a copper
head can run. He started back at the
local community college and then eventually the family moved to another
property in the middle of nowhere near Oklahoma State
University . Here we moved
into a house that was 50% completed, which means it had exterior walls plumbing
and electricity but no interior walls. This was an upgrade of sorts. My bedroom
was in the basement which constantly leaked water. I probably had an average of
about 2 inches of water on my floor for the 4 years we lived there. You could
get a real shock from getting to close to the clothes dryer. Here again we had
the run of the surrounding countryside and wheat fields. Here was where I
learned how to skin a possum and perfected my snake skinning. I also started learning
to run. My neighbor had a bike but I didn’t. So, when we wanted to go to the
river 3 miles away I would hold onto the side of the bike and run. It was a lot
less painful then riding on the middle bar or trying to balance on the screw
heads of the back tire.
But I was in middle school now so it was
starting to matter what clothes I wore. Being a nerd in a little school is
hard. There is no where to run to. I played football up to my freshman year
because that was what you did to be cool. I weighed only about 120 pounds my
freshman year. The football pads alone probably weighed as much as I did.
At the same time I marched in the schools band
as a drummer during the half time shows. I would just march in my football
pads. I am sure I looked strange on the field completely engrossed by football
pads. I was given a pair of tri-toms to march with (three drums of different
pitches). I still remember my exasperated music teacher telling me “I don’t
care what you play, just do it in time”.
I won a local 5k fun run and got
the nick name “steroid boy” but even a cool nickname doesn’t help when you’re lined
up against a 300 pound one-eyed-Indian in tackling drills. That was the last
year I played football. I did get a varsity letter but that was only because there
was 18 people on the football team and I was the varsity bench warmer.
I started running track in middle and high school and they gave me a
much needed ego boost. The school had no track to practice on so I trained on a
dirt path behind the school. This was a little difficult because the football
player also ran on this track and it seemed to get smaller everyday, and if you
lapped them they might throw you in a ditch. I had one great coach at that
school. He was getting pretty old and was using a cane to walk. He was once a
great mile runner. He was the first teacher to ever tell me that I was good at
something. He gave me the best athlete award for track season and declared in
front of the small auditorium full of parents that I would be going to state
some day if I worked hard. I always wished I had the chance to learn from him
for than just that year.
I got lucky in high school, we
moved to south Texas .
I learned the true meaning of humidity and learned to live with giant
cockroaches. My father had graduated from college and got a real job working
for a large corporation. I got a chance to start over at a new high school.
This high school was the polar opposite of my little high school in Oklahoma . My first day
at school I saw a gang jump a car in the parking lot of the school. They
smashed all the windows and pulled the driver and riders out through the broken
windows. At my lasts school there was only one black kid, Scooter, he was a
friend of mine. These guys were nothing like Scooter. The school was about 1/3 white,
1/3 black and 1/3 Hispanic and all crazy. The school band was more like a
military organization. They were very strict, very tough, and very tight nit.
Within the band hall walls there was safety. I don’t know why but I loved this
school. It was a bit of a culture shock but the school was fun and accepting.
I became the captain of the schools
track team my first year there. Our coach was an old basketball coach who had
never run or coached track. The school didn’t want to fire him so they moved
him into the neglected track and field department. We loved him but I coached
the team. I took what I had learned on the dirt track and running by myself,
plus a few books and questions of other schools coaches, and I gave out
training assignments and coached the team. We were a tight nit group of
friends. We ran together and talked together and looked out for each other. Our
school had such a bad reputation as we ran through town on our daily runs
people would roll up their car windows if they saw the school name on our
shirt. I never made it to state. My senior year I had a tooth ache that somehow
got into my blood stream and landed in my hip. They called it a septic hip. It
first appeared the morning of district finals for cross country. I was unable
to run because of the pain. It took the doctors about 2 painful months to
discover what was wrong. I did not walk properly for about 3 months. I came out
of surgery weighing about 110 pounds in November and with only scant muscle
left on my right leg. I was able to walk on my own by about the end of
December. I regained a lot of muscle and worked very hard to prepare for the up
coming track season in April. At the end of track season I was back to setting
personal best times. I was the fastest at our school and of the nearby schools
but I never made it to state. I do not regret this except I would have loved to
prove my Oklahoma
coach right.
I graduated Cum Laude from that
high School by showing up sober in class everyday. I was not the best student.
I learned how to make friends with a diversity of people at that school. I did
excel as a drummer at this school and became school Peer Leader.
After High school I attended Oklahoma State University
for a semester before returning home to work full time to earn money to serve a
volunteer mission. I spent 2 years in Brazil , learned Portuguese and
served the people. It was like being back in the woods of Oklahoma again, I didn’t have much but I was
having fun.
From this point on my life is
pretty normal I worked as a P.E. teacher to the mentally handicapped before
moving to Provo
to attend BYU. I started BYU in the summer of 2000. I got married in December
of 2000 and I now have 2 kids. I have had to take night school courses and work
full time throughout my college career. I have worked as a Pawn Broker, Framer,
Noodle Slinger, Cancellations Manager, Mold Remediation Technician, and I owned
my own home improvement business.
Some things that I have learned
from my life is the value of a good education. I have sacrificed much in order
to gain the education that I have. My life goals include more education. At
some prompting by my father I began to look into the field of law. I
participated in some debates in classes and learned that I excelled at them and
that I really enjoyed a good intellectual debate. I am not a fan of arguing nor
do I like to argue. But I do enjoy organizing, researching and presenting a
good sound argument. I am currently preparing to take the LSAT in hopes of
gaining admittance to a law school. My life goal is to lead an interesting
life, but with plumbing this time.
I hope I haven’t scared you away. I
take great pride in my unique childhood. I know that a lot of what I wrote was
really about my father’s life but you must understand that I am my father’s
son. I own an old house that is constantly under repair and remodel and I
wouldn’t have it another way. I have drawn up countless plans for major
renovations that I know I can never do, and I would love to own a gravel pit in
rural Oklahoma ,
but my wife won’t let me.
P.S. The reason you can’t skin a
cotton mouth is because they stink. I mean they really smell bad. It’s been
almost 20 years and I can still smell it. Please don’t try it!
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Perception
As I walked into my laundry room today something hit me. I looked down at the pile of clean laundry overflowing the basket and all of the stuff piled on top of the counter top in it's rightful convenient place. The floor was full of dirt from the dog and kids running in and out of the back door. There was dirt on the walls from grubby little hands bracing themselves as they put on their shoes. The shoe basket was overflowing with shoes and you had to step on the ones that had "fallen" out of the basket. You could see into the bathroom, which I'm sure the seat was up and it hadn't been flushed. There's a spot of paint that has been pealed off of the wall in there thanks to my nine year old. The white cabinets have dirt marks on them from my six year old using them as step to wash his hands. What perception do I give people when they come over? I'm sure you can guess my answer. I'm sure most of you are the same. There's no way my laundry room would look that way if I knew someone was coming over. I would take the laundry upstairs and throw it on my bed, or onto the sofa that already has piles of laundry on it. Mostly folded but sitting there non-the-less calling my name. I would take the piles of "stuff" to the garage, because most likely that's where it belongs. I would sweep and mop the floor and wipe down the walls. I would put the shoes back in the basket and push the basket under the shelf. I'd paint that spot where the paint is missing and wipe the dirt from the cabinet. I would put the seat down and oh yes, flush the toilet. So who am I kidding? My house is never clean. never. well, I shouldn't say never. Maybe for a beautiful second where I can sit down and enjoy it. Then the kids will come home and it will be begin again. This isn't just about the laundry room of course. That's just the room that triggered my thinking. All of my rooms are like this. All of them. Even the babies room. So am I really fooling anyone? Doesn't everyone know this? So am I just attempting to convince myself? Do I pick up my house before I have company? For sure. I was taught that it was the proper thing to do. But let's be real people. I have four kids, a husband a dog and a cat. There is laundry always to be done, dishes to wash, floors to clean and noses to wipe. I wouldn't have it any other way. One day, when my kids are grown and gone my house will be clean. I will miss their little hand smudges on the walls from where they brace themselves to put on their shoes. I will be miss their little voices as they laugh and play outside, running in time to time to "get something" or to tell me something funny or weird. I will miss the little shoes covering the floor. I have to remind myself of that. Because if I don't I will go crazy trying to give people the perception that my house is always clean.
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