Friday, October 15, 2010

It's been a long time...

Sorry it's been so long since I posted anything :( Just haven't been wanting to blog for a while to be honest. Since I've become a SAHM (Stay At Home Mom) I've been trying to spend more time on my house and with the kids then on the computer. But I have come to the conclusion that some time on the computer is good!

I get up to date on current events and help keep my mind moving and grooving! Writing things down in coherent and intelligent sentences takes some thought and trial and error, so blogging is a good thing :)

Since I haven't blogged in a long time, this week I'm just going to post some pictures I've taken the last few weeks while the Monarch Butterfly Migration was passing through our town. They were BEAUTIFUL! Hundreds of thousands of butterflies flittering around all over town and roosting in trees overnight in clumps of several thousand butterflies each roost. It was a magnificent sight to see and I was so happy to enjoy it with my family.

Hope you enjoy the pictures and have a great weekend!

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

I admit it!

I am not a housewife. I have worked at some job or other for most of my life since I was 15 years old. There have only been a few times over the years that I haven't had a job and that is when I was waiting the few months until Six Flags re-opened in the spring, or I was on maternity leave, or the few months I wasn't employed shortly after I first moved out here to west Texas. But, during that time, I was still being a full time mom. My daughter was only 2 at the time, so I was running after her, etc., and then during the summer, when my son was out of school, we were running to the pool, park, everywhere. So, it was never just me and the house, ever. Until now.

How do housewives do it?

Maybe it's the ADD, maybe it's just me, I don't know. I have tons of things I could be doing and need to be doing. After almost 5 years of living in this house and with both me and my husband working full time during those 5 years, we have accumulated a lot of clutter. Well, maybe a lot a is a slight understatement, but we won't go there right now. So, along with decluttering on my to-do list, I also have a lot of home improvement projects I want to tackle.

I've done some, like painted my son's bathroom and got it all fixed up. It looks much better and he's actually pretty proud of it himself, which makes me happy too cause he is now taking better care of his bathroom and making him keep it clean is much easier. Thank goodness!

I've also been able to do some yardwork and gardening around the house. And I do mean that literally. I've made raised beds for the empty spots on the front and side of my house and boy does my house look better.

I've planted Elephant Ears and Caladiums in the front boxes and they are coming up nicely and I've got Knock Out Rose Bushes and various annual flowers in the boxes that are on the side of my house. Since it's the south side and gets total, unrelieved, West Texas sunshine ALL day, I hope that since they are supposed to be extremely hardy, they might actually survive out there. Sonya picked out the annual flower seeds that she and her brother planted in the flower beds, so since they are zinnias, nasturtiums, marigolds, cosmos, and sunflowers, hopefully they will survive too.

So, anyway, I was saying that I am not a housewife. I have already done the things I have wanted to do and that really needed to be done, namely the gardening since that needed to be done in the spring and I had bought the paint for Nathan's bathroom a little bit ago, so that had to be done pretty quick as well. Now, I am down to the the icky things that NEED to be done, not HAVE to be done.

How do housewives do it? How do they spend most of the day cleaning, doing laundry, dishes, vacuuming, etc. etc.? So far, I haven't had any luck getting those chores done on a regular, scheduled, basis. Like I said, maybe it's me, maybe the ADD, maybe a bit of both.

Hmmm, ya know, I've really had no problem at jobs keeping things clean and doing what needed to be done. In a way I was almost too much of a perfectionist when it came to that sort of thing. Messes and cluttered areas actually bugged me when I was at work, but at home, well, I have kids, pets and a messy hubby, so I have learned to accept a certain amount of "stuff" at home. I guess I have picked up Phyllis Diller's philosophy "Cleaning up after kids when they are still in the house is like shoveling snow during a snowstorm." Throw in the cats and the dog and, well, I think you get the point.

Not much seems to get accomplished in my household cause as soon as I get the floor vacuumed and mopped, the table cleaned off and polished, all the dishes done and the counter wiped, etc., the dog has pooped on the floor or a cat has knocked over something and dumped it on the floor. And as soon as that happens and I start to get that cleaned up, my hubby walks in the door with the kids and well, between the muddy shoes, backpacks, school papers, pens, pencils, homework, well, all my hard work goes down the drain and nobody gets a chance to appreciate it.

Guess that's why I like gardening. After I've done all that hard work, I have something to show for it and to show off to the neighborhood. Makes me feel good seeing all my hard work bloom and to have neighbors say how nice everything looks. Now if only I could make myself feel that way about the inside of my house, but no one comes to visit. Well, shouldn't say that, the Avon lady comes by every other week to drop off my order, but other then that, well, the Jehovah's witnesses come by every Monday or Tuesday, really guess that's about it. Pretty sad I guess cause I have a nice big home that's perfect for entertaining. Oh well. Maybe someday.

Until then, I've got to find a way to make myself work on my house and I think I've come to a solution. It dawned on me a little while back that for most of my employed life, I have had to wear uniforms to work. Maybe not a literal uniform, like what I had to wear when I worked at Six Flags, but something that I put on showing that I was "working". Like the bright orange t-shirt I had to wear when I worked at Garden Ridge, or the smock I wore when I was a floral designer. That sort of thing.

So, when I went into Hancock's the other day, they were having a sale on patterns. Well, I was looking for a sweater or t-shirt pattern for Oscar since he gets a little chilly while laying on my legs and the fan is blowing on him (thin skinned little wiener dog, hehehe) when I came across some patterns for some really cute aprons. Ding! The little light bulb went off in my head and I realized that that might actually be what I need. I mean, I worked at TGI Fridays and we all had to wear aprons, so I already have the habit of wearing an apron while working in a kitchen so my idea was if I had a cute apron to put on when it is time for me to "work" maybe I will actually work.

Hey, it's worth a shot and since I got the pattern for just a couple bucks and found some cute fabric on the dollar table, at least I'm not spending a lot of money on something that may or may not work. But to be honest, I really think it will. My mind is already programmed in a way by almost all the jobs I've worked over the last 20-something years of my life to go into "work" mode when I put on the "uniform" so if I use the apron as my uniform to go to work around my house, maybe I will get more accomplished.

I have already learned that I can't have the TV on if I want to get anything done, but I also can't work when it's absolutely quiet. I have to have on the radio or music to really get anything done. I learned that when I was trying to do homework back during my school days. That is part of my ADD, if it's too quiet, I focus on all the little noises I hear and don't work, but music kind of lets me tune everything else out and focus just on my work. Maybe the apron might do kind of the same thing, make my brain think "she's got on her uniform, gotta focus on work".

So, I've got a little while before everyone gets home to work on making my apron, should be able to have it done by this weekend and I'll give it the test, so that maybe, just maybe, I can get some of my more unpleasant chores done and finally actually feel like a housewife instead of just someone shoveling snow during a snowstorm. I'll keep y'all posted and have my hubby take a picture of me in my cute apron. Hmmm, maybe if it ends up looking really cute and it's not to hard to make, maybe I can make more of them and sell them on eBay? Something else to think about!

Til later!

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

I quit!

Seriously, I did. I quit my job. I know, how could I just quit my job. Well, it wasn't a decision that I made on a whim, believe me. Back in September I had tried to turn in my letter of resignation, but I allowed my boss to talk me out of it. But this time, with the stunt my boss pulled on Friday, it was the straw that broke the camel's back.

I worked for an elected official and she is up for re-election. Well, one of my co-workers is her opponent, so as you can well imagine, the last few months have been extremely tense. Not to mention that there are another 15+ people on the ballot for other various elected positions. So, tension, on top of stress and then all the pressure, well, I think you get the idea of how bad it has been up there.

So, another co-worker (not the one on the ballot) and I have been doing everything possible to maintain the legality and integrity of this election. I had been in constant contact with the Party Chairperson and the Secretary of State's Election Division to make sure that everything our office was doing was by the book correct, that way there wouldn't be any doubt whether proper procedures were followed and there wouldn't be any chance that a disgruntled candidate could come back and sue the county for any perceived irregularities.

Well, I guess on Friday my boss got it into her head that she didn't care about all that anymore. She took the Early Voting ballot box out of the office and disappeared for about 45 minutes. My co-worker and I looked everywhere for her and the box and couldn't find them. Who knows what she was doing to the box and those ballots during that time? We certainly didn't!

So, when she finally reappeared, I asked her where the box was, she said she had it. What? Umm, according to the attorney I spoke with at the Election Division of the Secretary of State's Office, she shouldn't be touching the box, let alone the ballots, it's just not proper procedure for someone who is a candidate on the ballot. So, I reminded her of that fact and she just blew me off and went and made a phone call. WTF?!

I stomped back down to the office to wait and see what she was going to do and didn't have long to wait until she appeared with a Tax Office employee and a Sheriff's Deputy and demanded to know where the key was for the box. I told her I had it and why did she need it, she is a candidate and shouldn't be touching the ballots, ballot box, etc. or it could put doubt regarding the legality of the election into the minds of the voters and all those other candidates. Well, she said she didn't care and that "I AM THE BOSS AND WHAT I SAY GOES!" Oooook! Fine! I gave her the key and she and her entourage left.

Wow! I couldn't believe that she would jeopardize the election like that after my co-worker and I had worked so hard to keep it fair and equal for all the candidates involved. And then bringing a Sheriff's Deputy in there with her as backup was uncalled for. If she had just called us in her office, talked to us like the grown adults we are instead of treating us worse then the inmates in the jail, well, I don't think I would have gotten so upset and decided, that's it.

Now as I said before, it wasn't a last minute decision. I'll be honest here, if she was re-elected on March 2nd, I was going to take her the election results and a letter of resignation that was going to be effective as soon as I walked out of the courthouse that night. Just the thought of continuing to work for her for another 4 years makes me physically sick, seriously, my stomach is turning even now as I type this.

My husband and I had had MANY discussions regarding my job and how long I should stay there and I lucked out that on Friday my hubby was already waiting for me at the local restaurant with lunch ready after the big fiasco so that I was able to tell him everything that happened and that I wanted to quit right then and that I couldn't wait another 2 weeks. And after he had heard everything, he tried to call her and chew her up one side and down the other. Good thing for her she wasn't in her office at that moment, but I still took his phone away from him before he could talk to her anyway. It wasn't his fight to fight, it was mine, but he helped me make my final decision.

I promptly went back up to work. My boss was walking across the parking lot for some reason and I stopped her and said I needed to speak to her in her office NOW. Well, she mumbled something about having to finish doing something mumbmlme... "Ok, then", I said, "I quit. Here's my keys." She said something about if I needed help...personal affects .. mumble.. mumble.. mumble. I said don't worry about it, I'll take care of it and stomped off.

Now, if she had actually come back in and we had sat down and had a nice adult woman to adult woman conversation could she have talked me out of quitting, hmmm, we'll never know I guess because she has never been one to have any real work conversations with any of us lowly employees.

All I can ask anyone now, is to do what I'm doing for my former co-workers, pray. Pray that things up there will get better for them. Pray that maybe my former boss will finally realize that you can't treat people the way you have been treating them without there being some kind of consequences.

As the Golden Rule states, treat others the way you would have them treat you. That has always been how I have tried to live my life. I showed her all the respect and courtesy that her position dictated, but when she treated me and my co-workers as if we were worse then criminals, I lost all respect for her and decided I just can't work for someone that I don't respect because doing so would cause me to lose all respect for myself too.

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