Super Mommy: Saving the day by getting one job done at a time!

Most folks live their lives for their stuff.  They work jobs that they don’t love, taking on over-time, in order to be able to afford the mortgage or rent for a big three or four bedroom, two bath house with a huge dining room, a living room, a family room, and a huge back yard.  That back yard will house a workshop and yard toys.  That workshop will house parts of cars that are long gone, shutters that don’t fit the house, nuts and bolts in cans, and bicycles that have been waiting five years to be fixed.  We hold onto these things–I’m going to fix those bikes, and get some exercise one day.  I may need a short stubby bolt, or a can full of nuts, or that old broken shutter…  I’m going to fix that old rocking chair on the back porch.  Maybe the kids will play with that rusty old swing again– for dear life, afraid of life without them.  Spring Break is spent at home, reorganizing (ahem!  moving the junk around.) and cleaning our stuff that we’ll never really use.

Sometimes, the stuff we store has memories:  My trophy from T-Ball, my second grade perfect attendance certificate, my son’s first pair of shoes, my daughter’s first tooth, first locks of hair from first hair cuts…  We buy bigger houses, and storage shed after storage shed (we have two, plus a garage/workshop), just to house all the stuff with memories attached.  It seems that, as our memories grow, they take up more space.

Then there are our wants:  that big screen television with the home entertainment system that takes up the biggest wall in the family room, and the track lighting that makes the room look like a movie theater.  When all we do is sit alone and watch marathons of Law and Order: SVU, and munch pop corn.

Somehow, our self-esteem, our desire for acceptance, our memories and loves, failures and successes have all gotten tangled up with possessions.  As if we could hold onto that basketball game, that cheerleading event, that English test, and relive that success.  As if a trinket from a million years ago really makes us what we are now.

It’s simply not true.  Those trinkets don’t make you successful, or confident…  or competent!  We can’t take any of it with us when we leave this world.  Why should we carry it with us on our journey through it.  It’s all junk, that serves to hold us down.  I don’t mean it grounds us, by reminding us of past lessons, I mean it creates a ceiling that keeps us from rising to our potential.

Yet, here I am, at a point in life where I have to rid myself of my Earthly Impediments, so to speak, and I struggle.

We’ve recently acquired a used RV, that’s in pretty good condition.  (Just needs a working ‘fridge.)  We’re moving into it.  Well, I guess I should say we’ve already moved into it.  Nothing more will fit.  As a matter of fact, I may have moved in too much.  I am now tasked with the soap opera of clearing out the rental we’ve been staying in for the past year and a half.  God only knows what we’re headed for, but I’m quite sure we won’t need a futon, or three large office desks.

There’s a part of me that can’t wait to be rid of all the junk that keeps us so stationary.  I’m ready to start the adventure of full-time RV living, already!  There’s another part of me, I guess it’s the part that’s afraid of the unknown, that doesn’t want to give up the remnants of brick and mortar life.  There’s something to be said about water and electricity (and internet) on demand.  there is something comforting about having space for the entire family to sleep in the event of a disaster…  But then, I do love the idea of being able to be ready to leave in an hour or less, if the disaster is headed this way.

In any event, we’ve got the RV (had it since April first.  I kept wondering if someone were going to jump out from the shadows and yell, “APRIL FOOLS!  You don’t really own an RV!”) and we’re living in it.  I guess that makes us committed to the lifestyle.  (I have relatives that think that means we need to be committed.)  Once we get the “big house” as I like to call it, empty, we’ll be ready to adventure.

It occurred to me, some weeks after I dubbed our rental “the big house,” that it’s what folks in old mob movies called prison.  That’s how I feel, when I think of all the stuff that has been holding us down/back from so much.

Anyway, expect more on the RV life, in the near future.  Also, I plan to bring you all up to speed on this RV thing (the journey to this point).  Right now, I’ve a Big House to clean, and an RV to get company ready.

So, until our paths cross again, I leave you with the words of Jeremy Irons:  “We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they’re called memories. Some take us forward, they’re called dreams.”

Minecraft: Griefed House

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Everything is within my grasp.  Everything.

Everything is within my grasp. Everything.

Ah, New Year’s Eve.  A time for self reflection.  Personally, it’s a time for me to tear myself a new one, apparently.

I always get anxious, this time of year.  I’d like to make resolutions that change my life, my home, my family, my church…  the world as I know it!  Then again, I’d like to make resolutions I can actually look back on in 365 days and say, “Hey, look!  I did it!”  Generally, I dream a bit too big right about now; feel a bit to small when I’m thinking of all the promises I made last year, that I never realized.  For the last two years, at the least, I’ve made the statement, “THIS IS MY YEAR!  I can feeeeeeel it!  Move outta my way, folks!”

With heavy, yet expectant heart, I come to you all with my 2015 New Year’s Resolutions.  Tune in all year to see if I actually accomplish them.  I mean, you never know.  This year really COULD be my year.

2015 Resolutions

1.  Lose 100 lbs. (actually, 115 lbs, but I figure 100 is a nice little baby step.  Don’t you?)

2.  Stay on top of my housework

3.  Totally declutter my home and my life (that means purge drama, garbage, and unwanted people/items)

4.  Stay on top of my Homeschooling (I’ve fallen behind in some ways, and want to improve)

5  WRITE A BOOK.  (This year, it doesn’t even have to be a best seller that gets turned into a movie, then has a graphic novel written about it, and a fan-fic website, and a vidjea game…)

6.  Keep up with my Blog(s) (write on a regular basis.  Develop a following, no matter how modest)

7.  Pray More.  I haven’t had a very good prayer life, and would like to develop it.

8.  Read My Bible More.  I haven’t really read it like I should.

9.  Spend more time with family, enjoying them for who and what they are.

10.  Give out compliments more.

11.  Be more positive in general.  Be More Positive ALWAYS.  In everything.  I want to go to my grave, and have people stand over it and talk about how positive and uplifting I was.  I want here and now to be the time that I become that person.

12.  Put my husband at the head of our family.  There have been too many times that I didn’t do that.

13.  Trust my husband’s judgment.  No, really trust it, as opposed to saying that I trust it, then trying to bring him around to my way of thinking.  I want to REST in his judgment.  I want to REST in the fact that he puts God first.

14.  I also want to help him put God first, so that I can rest in his judgment.

15.  Higher Church Attendance and SERVICE (for the entire family).  I want to show up, and (wo)man up.  Is there a responsibility that needs to be taken on?  Gi’me!  I want it.  STIPULATION on myself:  I want to be JOYFUL about the opportunity.

16.  Praising God More.  I don’t just want to praise him in the good times, or the boring times (a.k.a. the times when I’m not hurting or in need)…  I want to sing, I want to share, I want to telegraph God’s love.  Again, this is another thing I want folks to say about me when I’m gone.

17.  No more Temper.  I’m so tired.  I’m tired of getting angry the way I do.  I’m tired of allowing my hurt feelings to rein over my emotions.  I’m tired of looking back on a day and wondering why I said or did something that turned out to be so hurtful to someone I love beyond words.

18.  I refuse to be manipulated by others, any longer.  I won’t allow anyone to manipulate me.  I don’t care who you are, it is no longer going to work.

19.  If I can’t say anything nice, Lord, help me to keep my trap shut.

20.  I want to share the joy and peace, the rest and happiness that I will get from accomplishing all of these things, with others who may be feeling as I do, this very second.

Come Ride Along…

With me, and watch the adventure of 2015 unfold.

Tomorrow, I’ll be writing about the water fast I plan on trying.  This should be an interesting six days, that will, I’m sure, get more interesting as the days progress…  I’m picturing odd posts, over the next few days, due to lack of food.  Join me, and we shall all see.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

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Because I don’t want to give out too much personal info., I’ll just jump right into the middle of my story.

We have been given the opportunity to live in a “tiny” house.  We are going to clean out what was once an outdoor laundry room, and convert it into a small living space.

MacGyverHubby began cleaning out the space between these 2×4 beams and the tin roof.

Beginning to clean out the overhead area

Beginning to clean out the overhead area

 

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This picture shows how messy the cabinets were.  There are more that depict the same.

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It was a mess in that building!  We had gloves, masks, and I had a home made head scarf.  There was also a lot of animal droppings, mason jars, and broken glass.  I didn’t get pictures of two of the freezers that were there before MacGyverHubby moved them out, but here’s one of them I managed to snap just as he was asking me to help pull some stuff down from the rafters.

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I didn’t get a good pic of it b/c he distracted me just as the phone snapped the pic.

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Earlier in the day, he’d cut down three trees.  He’s standing on a two foot tall log, here, in order to reach the rafters.

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My two little men (Jr. is pictured here), and the three dogs (Sug. is pictured here) were exhausted by day 3 of our 5 day camping trip.

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MacGyverHubby tore down cabinets on both sides of the room.  As flimsy as they look, they’re of good quality…  Installed by my Papa, and he didn’t do shoddy work.  This is the part that took the longest.

By the time we were finished clearing out the room, my phone had died (I was playing music from Jango, the entire time we were working).  So, I was unable to get pictures of the cleaned out room.

I assure you, it looks bigger in reality, and even larger now that the cabinets and the other junk is pulled out.

This will be our temporary tiny home, once our lease here is up, until we can purchase one of those two story sheds from Home Depot.

What worries me:  Plumbing.  Getting water/waste out.  We’ve got the knowledge needed to deal with everything else.  However, I do have an uncle who may be able to offer a bit of advice…  I guess we’ll have to wait and see.

 

Where are the posts?

I’ve had a few things come up, and haven’t been able to post for a bit.  I will try to have everything squared away by Monday.  Please, hang in here with me.

Thanks for your patience,
V.

P.S.-nothing is wrong.  I’m just trying to find a balance…  house, family, homeschool, bible study, writing, blog–it’s a lot all at once.

Mommy Mondays

I have decided to change the prompt for Mondays to Mommy Mondays, as opposed to Malicious Mommy Mondays…

 

Disclaimer:  I am a Christian mother of two boys.  I do not accept or condone the harm of children.  As a matter of fact, I believe that the greatest crime against humanity is the crime some mothers commit when they harm or kill their children.  For me, that includes abortion, murder, and child abuse.  Also, I’d like to draw your attention to the fact that I am in serious need of a sarcasm font.  If, at any point and time, you should find one some place, PLEASE send it to me.  Now that all of that is out of the way…

Have you ever had one of those days?  You know the type of day I’m talking about.  The day when the alarm goes off, but you somehow miss it, then you get up and the kids have torn apart their rooms.  That day when, by lunch time, you just want to run screaming from the house in your PJs, “I can’t take it anymore!!!”  That day you find yourself wondering if these are really your children, or if Satan has sent minions in to take over the little people that came out of you, and terrorize the planet.

Zakieya Latrice Avery must have had months of those days, all strung together.  She must have shown Monifa Denise Sanford indisputable proof.  After all, why else would two women stab two children to death?

 

Another woman, Elzbieta Plackowska, wasn’t trying to vanquish demons, she was trying to save her child and the little girl she was babysitting (and, apparently, the dogs) from being used as tools for a dark force.  Which is why she killed them.

 

It is quite clear that THESE mothers had issues.  They clearly used their religious beliefs to justify their behavior…  Clearly, they needed someone in their lives to step in, and get them help.

While those mothers couldn’t handle being moms.  However, apparently a mother’s love can actually “help him or her develop a larger hippocampus.”

Tomorrow is To-Do Tuesday.  Check back for pics, and a post on the matter.

See You Tomorrow,

V.

 

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.

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