Shirt Goes Missing

Karl’s favorite Iron Maiden shirt recently went missing. It’s faded black with multiple brightly coloured skulls and numerous airvent holes. It was last seen in Karl’s hands where he is quoted saying “Thanks for washing my shirt. Now I can wear it all week and you can’t throw it out”.

The shirt in question has had a long history of controversy. “I think he wore it on our first date. It’s a good thing he’s such a great guy because the shirt really ugly,’ his wife has been quoted saying. It is commonly believed that Anna’s first sentence was “Scary shirt” as she pointed at the shirt.

Foul play is suspected. If you see this shirt, please contact the proper authorities so that the shirt can be properly disposed of.

I dated this guy in college that taught me a lot about what I wanted in a spouse but more specifically what I didn't want in a spouse. It wasn't long into the relationship that I started to gain a picture of what my future would hold with this man and I didn't like it. I envisioned myself working two minimum wage jobs and barely making ends meet . I would come home in my peach coloured waitressing outfit to find my husband sitting on his butt doing nothing all day in our rented interior BC single wide. When asked if he was going to get a job he would always say things like there aren't any jobs out there or he just don't feel like it today or he's better than that job. You get the picture. It wasn't hard to come to this conclusion; in the time we dated he had slept through a job and got fired, he had borrowed money, lived off of his roommates, he had been to the food bank, and he had collected welfare. This was such a foreign thing to me. My parents are hard working and the idea is if you can work you do; at whatever job you can get if necessary.

I am so glad that I married the man I did. He is a hard working man who takes pride in supporting his family. And yet there are men who hate being the bread winner of the family. Hate it. They hate the responsibity and the pressure it carries to get up and go the 9-5 job day in and day out. In some families that's Ok because some women would rather pull their hair out then stay home. In those families the men stay home and the women are the bread winners. In some families both parents are the bread winners. But there always has to be a bread winner or there isn't going to be any bread. (I think that's common sense)

On Your Marks, Get Set

In the not so distant past my husband came home to find that his dinner was not cooked and not even started. Since this is a very rare occasion he didn't really know what to do with himself so he stomped around the house and barked and was just plan grumpy until his tummy was full. I was thinking about this and a number of other similar things yesterday as I baked dozens of cookies and muffins for my family.

There has been talk of me working. For months now we have been living pay cheque to pay cheque and while the bills are getting paid and we have clothes, food and shelter there isn't much for surprises. So as I'm baking, I'm thinking my family really isn't ready for me to be around less. I think my family really has no idea what I do for them and going to work will be a super big shock. Maybe a good shock because there are days when I feel taken for granted. Don't get me wrong my husband works very hard and I am well aware of the things he does do. I'm aware of them because when he does them that's one less thing on my job list. But there are days when I don't appreciate; in fact hate the things on my own job list. Like when the dog shreds the chair cushions that weren't put away properly (by the overworked, overtired husband) it's me who gets to pick up each piece of stuffing that the wind has blown all over the yard.

My friend runs a day home. She was watching sibblings whose Mom was a teacher. They would be dropped off at 730am and picked up at 500pm. They would go home and get to watch one show while the Mom made dinner. They would eat dinner then pick out their clothes for the next day and off to bed by 700pm so they could get up in time to get dropped off.

When both parents are working full time it's a team effort. One of you is feeding the kids while the other one is showering. You both walk in the door at the end of the day tired, hungry and your kids are equally tired and hungry. You're both cooking supper which is something fast (because you're hungry) and cleaning up. The kids are to bed and if I'm teaching then I have planning and marking to do (about 2-3 hours worth.) Then there is the laundry. A load gets done when one of you realizes you're out of socks or underwear. It will get done one evening but not folded or put away until maybe the weekend, it may even sit in the dryer for a day or two. On the weekend one of you is mowing the grass while the other is scrubbing toilets. The kitchen floor may be put off for an extra week. After church you run out for groceries, eat supper, plan for the week and fall exhausted into bed. Oh and that stuffing that has been spread all over the yard... I'm not sure what will happen to that.

Is my family ready for this? I don't think I'm ready for that but the snow pants must be bought so I'm job hunting; reluctantly.

A Gift?

We recently came into a piano. Karl's Grandma has decided to move and no longer has room for her piano. It's old. Really old. We already have a piano, which creates a very unique problem that most people don't have to face; two pianos.

The other piano we have is actually my parents, which we have been in possession of for 11 years. So when the piano talk started we talked. We talked with my parents and my siblings who lived in the area and it was decided that the best place for their piano was right where it is.

Now we have two piano; or almost two pianos. The new one hasn't arrived yet but it leaves to question; what do you do with two pianos? Apparently that shouldn't be a problem because after accepting this heirloom we were told to put the piano is a place where people won't play it.

An Old Entry

I was told recently that I needed to update my blog. I told my nearest and dearest that I just had nothing to write about... that wasn't going to make people upset (ie. homeschool among other things, which seems to be the buzz these days)... it's that opinionated personality coming out again...(which by the way I'm not a fan of but really don't want to debate about either). My friend said why don't you blog about how wonderful I am. You can check out my latest entry called "A Penny Earned is A Penny Saved." It's three or four entries back because I started it a long time ago but never finished it until now.