No let me think. Those would be my answers, but let me try and find three more personal items that I own.
1: My trusty chubby red. It’s my medium sized Dutch oven. I named it chubby red. I have a Bug red and a baby red. But the middle one can do various things.
2:My photos. All of them. I want to in the future do those picture books. I can always paint if I want art, but photos of my kids and memories can’t be replaced.
3: A collection of things. Mr. Pinky, my wedding dress, my ring, my locket, those type things. Because you can replace many things. But my wedding dress was discontinued, so I want to have the option to pass it down to one of my daughters. My ring could be passed down to my son’s wife if he wants. My locket was from my husband; it holds pictures of my kiddos. It could be passed down; maybe become an heirloom. Wright girls would wear it. Mr. Pinky….because he is so old already, I want to see how old he can become. He’s currently 30 years old!
This was fun. I sat in the couch looking into the house trying to discern what was important to me. I like my choices. But also my first choices too.
I am a mom to two high energy kids. 6 & almost 3. And now I’m a mother to a 2 month old.
I cook from scratch for every meal, for every day.
I’m doing at least 3 loads of laundry a day to keep up!
My husband’s schedule shifts from day shifts to night shifts; that I don’t know what today is even. Oh, Sunday. I had to look.
But tack on top of this that we are trying to sell our house. So I have to keep the house showing ready. With those two rambunctious kids it’s almost impossible.
And we have our first showing tomorrow…at least I’ve been trying to stay on top of the house so it should be easy.
But if you are feeling overwhelmed today; just know there might be someone with a more chaotic life than yours. Relax and enjoy yourself if you have the time.
Since on my journey of making everything from scratch, I’ve found I love to make anything and everything. Baked goods, breads, Mexican foods, Chinese foods, Italian foods, Pizza, American foods, desserts, etc.
I make bread about twice a week. I make a baked good about once every two weeks. I make pizza once every two weeks. I make something chocolatey once a month; which involves making my own chocolate. I tend to cycle through all the types of foods. American, Italian, Mexican, etc. but u tend to make lots of Mexican foods because they are delicious!
Then comes a week where I’m not inspired to cook. I have many many recipes. More than you can imagine; but during this week none of them sound good to me. So ask the husband what he is craving. He gives his idea and I go on a hunt for a feasible recipe. So we try new things for a week; some are good and some are terrible. But it helps me to kickstart my drive to cook again.
I don’t really have a favorite thing to cook. I would say I love to cook foods that my husband is craving. I love to cook foods that my kiddos will devour without complaining. I love to make chocolate things just for me; but I always have to end up sharing.
It’s always a bummer to put in all that hard work of trying something new and it’s a flop. Because one you wasted your time, but you also have to make something else for dinner.
But I will say that bread is super easy now. Chocolate is super easy. Enchiladas is easy. Mac n cheese is easy. Pizza. Pudding. Pancakes. Etc. I could list many more. The ones I mentioned, I make either once a week or two-four times a week.
I even told my mother-in-law that it seemed like my day is spent making food, eating food, feeding a one month old, and cleaning up. Very true. Ha!
I hope your Sunday is filled with delicious foods.
Also. I’ve been making lots of hearty soups. My mother-in-law has been craving soups. Easiest meal ever! One pot! Yum!
This picture is kind of random, but mother-in-law asked if I had any idea to rearrange their living room. This was what I came up with. The colors aren’t exactly right but just so that she can show her husband the idea. Visual is always helpful when asking for a budget. Haha 😂
Hopefully it works for them. They have most of the furniture already.
What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?
I don’t know if I could pick just one thing.
I’m terrified to “swim with sharks”. You know those cages you can be put into to have sharks swimming around you…Nope! Nope, nope, nope! But I have no idea what it would take to get me to do it. Because I have the fear that if I was ever tricked into one of those, I would pass out from fear and my leg would slowly fall through one of the openings, and a shark would bite my leg off. So if as long as my leg or limbs could not be on the outside, and it was magically a huge cage with a small cage in the center. Maybe $1 billion dollars. Already taxed. So that my fear is worth while.
I’m terrified of snakes. All snakes. Obviously the poisonous ones are worst. I have no idea how old I was eight, nine, ten…something like that. I was at a cousins birthday party and they thought it would be fun to hire one of those people who brings different animals, and puts them on someone in the crowd. Again I didn’t know I was scared of snakes at this age. But I was randomly picked as the person. So he started off with a centipede, non poisonous, and placed it on my wrist. That was okay. He pulled out a giant non poisonous spider and placed it on my head. That was fine. (Not anymore, Nope!!). Then he pulled out a snake to drape on my shoulders. Yeah that didn’t happen. I was done. I don’t remember what I said to him, but he took everything off of me; I wonder if I threatened him…haha! But after that moment I’ve been terrified of snakes. My most recent snake moment was my daughter went to turn off the hose and she screamed. I came running and found a baby rattlesnake just under the faucet. I checked with my neighbor who knows snakes and she told me the type. I then proceeded to have a panic attack. Thank God He was looking out for my daughter in that moment; because I don’t know what I would have done. So I don’t know if there is any amount of money that would get me to hold a snake, non poisonous. Maybe another $1 billion dollars, already taxed.
Next. A Ferris wheel. I’m terrified of heights. I remember when I was maybe fourteen. Which would make my brother ten. He wanted to go on the Ferris wheel at the fair, but he couldn’t go alone. So I went with him; since my mom was like, Nope! I didn’t know I was afraid of heights. Oh believe me I found out quickly. My poor brother did not get to enjoy that ride at all. The booth would swing with movement. So there was me yelping my head off at any tilt, or if I caught a glimpse outside the window; and my brother who wanted to look outside and enjoy himself, but couldn’t. So this one is difficult, I could maybe go on one, if my husband took charge of the kids, and I could sit in a corner with my eyes clamped shut and holding onto something so much that my hands turn white. But if not…maybe $10,000 dollars already taxed.
Speaking in public. Public speaking is impossible. I’m terrible at it. Like truly terrible. So much so that I’m questioning whether to get back into coaching, because I’m so bad. But it also terrifies me. I don’t like people staring at me. And to publicly speak you have people purposefully staring at you. Nope! Will I do it again, I don’t know. And I don’t what would have to happen to get me to try again.
I’m scared of things that won’t happen and I’m scared of things that might happen. But money is the only thing that would motivate the insanity to do something so stupid. So that my family would get money incase something happened. But see I would rather be alive than have money. So it will never happen.
Oh. Let me tell you! I’m am good with almost anything, but procrastinating is not one. When something is said to be done, to me that means right then and now. Not weeks and weeks later.
I’m the person that wants things to be done as soon as possible. However, my husband does his best work under pressure. So if something has to be done by the 30th; it gets done by the 28th. Ahhhhhhhh! I was dying inside. He told me he had to get paper work done by the 30th, on the 18th….so do it the 18th; or at the latest the 19th. Not the 28th.
Or
Husband: “I really want to do this project,” ( not anything specific).
Me: “okay let’s do this!” I start brainstorming ideas. Clean up the area. Get the babies happy.
Three weeks later…we start.
It’s not that my husband does it on purpose. He’s just super busy; and when he finally has a day off he wants to relax and recoup. Understandable.
I just wish I wasn’t told until days before we were going to start the project. But the husband uses me as a pin board, he tells me so I can remind him of the things he said he wants to get done…eventually. I can understand, however (I like that word.) I can only take so much.
And sometimes I explode!! Especially when it’s something I want done. My limit of waiting is about a week. And by week two I’m annoyed and murmuring under my breath. By week three I’m fed up and attempt to do it myself, and fail miserably. And if I manage to make it to week four, I explode! Not a great look for me. But I last way longer than I used to.
And my husband knows that now. That he only has three weeks until scary lady comes out. But again my husband likes pressure, so he waits until two weeks and 5 days before he gets going.
Ha! This is great. As I’m writing about complaining about procrastination I’m getting annoyed about procrastinating. It’s pretty hilarious.
The plan. It will happen. If I or really we won the lottery, it would just kick start the plan. But the plan will be completed with or without winning the lottery.
First my husband could quit his job. We wouldn’t have to wait to sell our house; he could just be done.
We would pay off debts because that’s normal. Since we won’t be winning the lottery, we will do this once we sell our house. Our fresh start will be just that. Fresh.
We would pack up all our stuff and start our next chapter. He wants to flip houses. Start a business with his dad. I would help with the design side of it all. I’ve always wanted to design and style houses; to me it a new way of art. This is the start of the plan.
With winning the lottery, we could buy our property and start building our end home. But since that’s not realistic we will wait until we can afford it. We will live small. Smaller than we have been; which seems crazy! But we can do if for a bit. We can live small and cheap until we can afford to buy a small house somewhere. It would be a fixer upper; that we would eventually rent or sell.
We would continue to flip. Until we could buy our big property and build our house with cash. We are not going to be doing the debt thing. Because once you start debt it just grows and grows like mold.
Once my husband believes we have made enough and invested money correctly we will be done. We will enjoy life. We won’t be going crazy with money. We will just live. If we want to flip houses it will just be a teaching moment for our kids, or if there is something shiny my husband wants to buy. Haha!
We will build or buy a house for my mom. So she doesn’t have to worry about anything. She won’t have to work. She could just live. And then my kiddos can grow up going to Grandma’s house. Which is a dream! We hope my husband’s parents live closer so they can also visit Nana and Pop Pop’s house.
Nothing special. The plan is just to invest our time and money in the beginning while we are still young, and correctly make the future we hope for possible.
I stopped saying what we would do if we won the lottery, because it’s not going to happen. We don’t play the lottery. Because as I said. We will do this plan with or without winning.
And lately I’ve been thinking, I’ve already won the lottery. I have an amazing husband. He has done so much for us to get to this point. That it’s not been easy for either of us, but we are still going strong. I have amazing kids! Even though they drive me crazy!! They are still amazing. I have the coolest mama ever! She is my best friend; still to this day. ❤️ I have great siblings and new extended family members. Family is the most important thing to me. Which is why it’s sad to live so far away from them. But with the plan, we hope to visit more often.
So really, I’ve already won the lottery. The best one to win.
In a sense you should be proud of yourself. Your pride should be there because you take pride in the type of leader you are. Prideful leaders are always around. But you want the right kind of prideful leaders. Not ones that are proud to be in charge. But ones that are proud to be a role model in their place of leadership. That’s always a hard thing for people in power. Sometimes the power goes to their heads.
When I was on the swim team I was consider the leader for a small amount. But I always tried to be fair, honest, strong, and be someone that I myself would follow.
I struggled with being non biased and confidence. I would sometimes choose winning over wanting to include everyone. I’ve always struggled with confidence. Not when it was about just myself, but when I had to decided for other teammates. I would sometimes question myself. Being the leader is hard. But knowing what you struggle with, is the first step.
Being the swim coach was less stressful. In a strange way. I had more confidence in my decisions because I knew what my swimmers were capable of. Also being non biased was easier as a coach. Because winning races were part of being a team. So I had to put swimmers in races that could win first. But then also spread out the swimmers so we could place in multiple races. So I had to be diligent in my decisions. To win, but get as many swimmers in each race for points.
But these are just my experiences with being the leader. Others have didn’t ideas of what a good leader should be. Everyone is allowed their own idea.
Another is in our household. I am the leader of my kiddos unless daddy is home. And then he is the big leader. As my daughter says, “Daddy is the big boss, Mommy is the medium boss, I am the small boss, and brother is the Tiny boss. Sister is just a cute ball of love for now.” So I’m the medium boss; which I prefer. Now that I have so many different responsibilities; I prefer to know I don’t have to make the big decisions. My husband still discusses them with me, but ultimately it’s his decision.
Medium boss now must figure out dinner…maybe I’ll make my husband decide. I really dislike choosing. He does too, but he is the big boss, so Mwahahahahaha!!
I don’t see it as clutter. It’s just that our house is too small for us. We are in a two bedroom one thousand square foot house. Which was fine when we only had one kiddo and we didn’t know if we could have more kids. But now have three kids.
I was good at fitting two kids into this house. I just had to get clever with storage.
But now with our newest addition I’m struggling to find space for her things. And newborns have so much stuff! That I’m surprised I was able to fit things in various places.
But I have no more dresser space. I’ve got all my clothes hung up in the closet. More things in bins. My dresser space is now one drawer newest baby, and three drawers my son.
But you would be surprised and impressed with how much I’m able to fit into this house and make it seem empty.
The house we are dreaming about for the future is going to be about six thousand square feet, that’s a bit better right? Haha! But believe me when I say we have enough things to fill that size house up. But what will be nice, is we will have enough space to spread it all out.
But we shall see. We are ready to start a new chapter in life.
So to me it’s not cluttered, it’s just poorly organized.
Not thinking recently. Like back in my childhood. I have trouble remembering the driving part of trips. I remember the destination, but not the driving bit. I’m sure my mom remembers. Haha!
But I can’t remember where we were going. I think to a beach. But we would always get to a part of the drive and have to hand crank our windows up as fast as possible or the smelly duck farm smell would waft into the car and never go away.
There was another time that we were I think going to a different beach and we had to drive by a tall tower. Now I know it was a Catholic Church bell tower, but back then I asked my big sister what that was…thinking she would give me a normal answer. Instead she tells me that it’s a place where they burn dead people. That as you drive you have to roll up your windows quickly or the car would be filled with dead bodies particles. So of course more than half of my life I believed her and would roll up my windows quickly to avoid the dead particles. Haha!
There was another memorable one. By a different beach. One of my first times driving my friends to the beach, I went around my very first roundabout. And yes, I went around it a few times. Four times to be exact! Haha!
Funny how the different things I remember was when we were going to the beach. We went several different places. But I guess we went to beaches the most. Makes sense. You pay to park and then the day is free.
I’m going to try and remember the drive not just the destination.
Yes. There are two skills I would love to learn. One is unrealistic for me currently. But the other is possible.
The first one is be able to build anything I can think of. Carpentry skills. I have so many ideas that I would love to be able to just make them. But currently I’m pregnant. And I have so many other jobs to do when taking care of a family and household. That when I do magically have free time I don’t want to do anything productive. And that magical free time is going to dwindle away as the next baby comes.
But I’m so happy I’m married to a man who has over fifteen years of carpentry experience that he can bring my ideas to life. (If he had the time) but he can at least make them a reality.
The second skill is small, but I wish I knew how to spin the pizza dough in my hands like professionals do. I still use a rolling pin. But I would love to learn that skill. But I don’t want to waste the dough by trying. So unless some true master of pizza came to our house I’ll just stick with my way of making pizza.
The master would at least be impressed that now I make my pizza sauce from scratch. So I might impress them with my skills of making things from scratch.
This skill would be useful because my family seems wants to eat pizza at least once a week.
And I will say, even though I can’t build things. My husband says I’m a great helper when he is building. I’m good at helping. Helping is easier when I have no idea what’s going on. I just hold things when they need to be held, or give things when things are needed. So I am helping to build my ideas. The construction plan is him, but I’m helping with the inspiration and execution.
In case anyone is looking for a great pizza sauce recipe.
emily2jane 