What were your parents doing at your age?
My mom was being a super mom.
She was working full time, but also was taking care of her kids. She was doing so much; that I now know and totally understand what it is to be a mom.
Her life was constant. Constantly moving. Constantly taking care of her family. To me that is what a superhero looks like!!
You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?
I call my mommy!!
Because naturally if I’m getting that amazing news my husband is with me. So the first person is mama!
Crazy, is I read the question and instantly knew the answer!
I love you Mama! So very very much!! Excited to see you soon!
❤️
Describe your most ideal day from beginning to end.
I started writing my answer just before this. You know, getting sleep and my kiddos listening to me 100%. But I deleted it. It’s gone.
Because as much as I would love to have those things, it’s not going to happen right now. And I don’t want to be frustrated or annoyed with my life. Sometimes venting too much can lead to more negativity in life. And that’s what that original post would have been; me venting and wishing for a different life. However, my life is what it is. I have stubborn headstrong children. I have a hard working husband who has to go to a job a various hours that he hates. And I spend all my time taking care of my family.
It’s a good life. I don’t want to list everything that I wish for, because then I’ll just be disappointed when that day never comes.
So for a realistic answer. I want a day where all my loved ones are well and healthy; and they all accomplish what they wanted to do that day.
Have a great Wednesday. If today is not what you wanted; there is always tomorrow. ❤️
What’s your favorite thing to cook?
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!
Hopefully it works for them. They have most of the furniture already.
Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 45
Chapter 46
“So let me understand. You want to be co captains?”
I looked to Chad and he nodded to me. “Yes, Coach. We both want to be captains simultaneously.”
“I had hoped there would be only one leader. However, what is your plan for this arrangement.” Coach settled back into his chair.
“Well Coach. As you know I did not choose my friends wisely these last three years,” Chad had wanted to explain our reasonings.
Coach nodded.
“So you giving us the chance to choose a captain; made me think about if I could actually do the job. Believe me, I didn’t want to listen to George when he told me that he thought I couldn’t do it to the fullest ability. But I didn’t want to blow him off, because that’s what Bryan would have done. I don’t want to be anything like him. So I heard George out. He wants us to co captain. Because then the rest of the team will slowly begin to respect me again. It will help to be working with the person they see as their leader already. George will co captain with me to show that things have changed; that the bully side to the upperclassmen is gone. That things will change.”
It was my turn to bring our proposal home, “so Coach we will co captain until closer to finals. Then around that time we will decide who should be the lead captain. But this seems to me the only way that Chad could possibly be the captain. That he needs to gain the respect of everyone else first.” Now it was Coach’s choice. He could say no and make us decide.
Coach didn’t answer. He just sat in his silent stance.
I can never read what he is thinking.
“Well it’s not what I expected, but I must say I’m proud of both of you. That fact that you didn’t just want to cover up everything; that you actually want to change things for the better is quite impressive. This is why I made you both discuss it. Because at this moment in time I didn’t think Chad would be able to gain the respect of his teammates. That there would be more chaos than leadership. But I also didn’t think that you George were quite ready to fully lead. You partially lead, but to be the full time leader is more work. So I approve of your decision. I think this will work out quite well. Maybe this way will help change everything, because then it is never just one with all the power. It will be kept fair. I do quite like this,” Coach smiled before taking a sip of his coffee.
‘It’s eerie to see Coach smile.’ “So should we announce it officially at the mock meet tomorrow? Or should we just start spreading the word?”
“Go ahead and spread the word. I actually want things to change on this team. I think that’s the only way for great swimmers to come out of this program again. That it’s less about the official roles on the team, but that the environment is more relaxed for you swimmers to focus on what matters. The pool. This is great. I’m excited for tomorrow. It will be interesting to see who will be the A stringers. Anything can happen. Especially if there is no intimidation from Bryan and his gang. Okay. Go back to your dorms and prepare for tomorrow.”
I let the breath I was holding in, out slowly. Relief flooded me. He accepted our proposal, but he seemed very interested in the outcome of this change. That was my initial intention. I wanted things to change. To do what Coach had asked of me. To change this team. And to do that, it doesn’t have to just be because of a new leader; but because of the whole dynamic of the team. That any string athlete can an A stringer. That not one person has all the power and control. That not another Bryan would happen. That swimming would be the focus! How it should be. I too was excited for tomorrow. Anything could happen.
…
Instead of writing I felt inspired to draw another picture. Just art today.
Have a wonderful Saturday 😊
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.
What do you complain about the most?
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.
We’ll have a productive Wednesday!
What would you do if you won the lottery?
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.
Look at your life, and see if you have too?
Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 44
Chapter 45
Chad and I sat in the cafeteria. I don’t know why Jermey decided to stay behind, but his words were, “I’m going to be the referee. Incase any funny business begins.”
I didn’t think Chad would start anything. Now that all his buddies were gone; he only had himself. I had my buddies behind me, but I wouldn’t start anything. “So. What do you think?”
Chad shifted in his seat; he had been shoveling his food in his mouth a moment ago, but now he was just pushing corn around on his tray. “I don’t know what to think. With Bryan being suspended, college has been actually quite normal. I’ve been able to get into a better flow. But that’s probably because I didn’t know that Bryan and all my so called friends were going to leave. Leave me behind. There was no way I was going to move schools, but it would have been nice to be at least told. But instead I looked like an idiot standing in the normal spot that the upperclassman stood. Like a mindless follower.”
I understood what Chad was saying, but what did he expect. Did he want to be treated like a follower, or should he be proud of himself that Bryan didn’t see him as a follower. “I meant about what coach wanted…”
“Right,” Chad shoved is tray off to the side, “I would like to be captain. I know I can do it. What are your thoughts?”
‘I had hoped he would have said he had no interest. Because I didn’t want to call him out.’ “Well,” how do I phrase this? “Believe me. I don’t think I’m ready for the role, but coach has asked me to fill this role in the past. But I know you are a senior; this is your last year. But because of who you were associated with, I don’t think the rest of the team will respect or listen to you.” Brutal honesty. That’s the best way.
“Wow George. Thanks for not sugar coating it,” Chad shrugged and sat back in his chair. “I can understand where you are coming from, though. But you are right; I’m a senior, this is my last chance. But you saying that Coach wants you to be…”
“We are deciding. If Coach had insisted I fill the role he would have just told us I was the new captain. But instead he left it to us. We are choosing. Not him.”
“Then what are you proposing?”
Jeremy too leaned forward at Chad’s question.
“Well…”
…
emily2jane 