In my short 31 years I have to say I've accomplished a task or 2 and there are quiet a few I have just never finished. For instance, the vintage mosaic table I started in 2006 or the the laundry from Tuesday. I'll take this moment to blame my ADD. I never was really extremely hyper, so I guess it got overlooked, but the overwhelming feeling I get when things are out of order is just plain nerve racking and I'd rather curl up in a ball and pout instead of facing the problem head on.
That was until I learned to deal with it. Once I realized I was ADD and finally stayed on task long enough to discuss it with my doctor things began changing for me. I was able to set and KEEP goals which enabled me to follow through and accomplish tasks.
It's hard to believe looking back I really didn't know what in my life I enjoyed. I was always stressed out about why, how, or if I was going to be able to finish something. I seriously could not enjoy life. I came across, and who knows I might still do, as annoyed, depressed and LAZY. This really affected me emotionally, as I have always cared what others thought about how I kept my home.
I come off as very laid back, and yes most of the time I am, but on the inside no one really knew the battle I was fighting with myself.
Everyday I would walk into a room with scattered toys and unfolded laundry and have a sudden rise of heart rate, blood pumping and on occasion ringing in my ears. It was an overwhelming feeling. How did I deal with it? I went to my room and most of the time I went to bed.
You can only imagine the stress this put on me, my family and my marriage.
Comments from family and friends didn't help my situation either. I got to a point where I had no self esteem, no confidence in myself, and questioned myself daily on my role as a mother and wife.
I look back and think of all the things I am. I am a beauty school drop out...3 times, I almost didn't graduate high school, I have no college degree or formal education or training in any field.
I'm getting closer to 32 now, and yeah there's a lot I have not accomplished or finished, but having ADD has also given me an edge others don't have. I've learned to embrace it. I'm usually quick witted, and a great muli-tasker.
I've accomplished more in the past 2 years than I would have ever dreamed. I've got 4 beautiful children with sweet spirits that I get to enjoy this life with and I have a pretty awesome chicken loving husband too.
This is totally not the post I was going for, nor do I remember what my original plans or thoughts were, but I do believe this will do.
Thanks for visiting and embrace what makes you different.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
"Be verrry verrry quiet. I'm hunting rabbit."---Elmer Fudd
I'm what you would consider a night owl. I'm defiantly not early to rise or early to bed. The fact that I was taking Miss Kay out to go potty and eating my Nutrisystem desert at midnight is the norm. What is not the norm is me running into the house fearing for the safety of my husband's ever increasing poultry operation.
Let me back up a few steps and explain. I brought Miss Kay out to do her business before we went to bed and I plopped myself down in a lawn chair to enjoy my walnut and chocolate chip cookies when all of a sudden I hear it. At first thought I was thinking it was one of the guineas, but no this was coming from the pasture and they nest in the tree above the chicken coop. Sp my mind was left to speculate as it often does. Was it a chirp, a squawk, a gobble? Heck no! It was a squeal!
I wasn't quiet sure I'd heard right. Living on over 85 acres surrounded by a multitude of different livestock, a train i can spit at, and crazy neighbors including family I was for once at a loss. I knew it wasn't a cow, a horse and it defiantly wasn't a bird I've heard. The neighbors dogs started going crazy barking and yelping and the squeal started up again. I became aware those dogs had something cornered up.
My next move was to grab Miss Kay, I mean the chickens can defend themselves for all I care, but whatever it was squealing better not come close to my dog.
So I hobbled as fast as my uneven legs could take me to our bedroom door that opens from the front porch and gasping for breath I yelled, "David! David! You're gonna wanna get your gun!"
Let me insert this here, my husband doesn't really need a good excuse to get his gun. He's from California and has lived here for only 11 years so he has lots of catching up to do on being a country boy and over compensates. Hence his nickname my mom branded him with, Elmer Fudd. He was so excited last week to receive an application in the mail for the NRA. (Insert eye roll)
David, jumped up faster than he would move if I was to tell him the house was burning and slipped on his dress shoes and went outside in his undies. Yes, I said undies. So let me just get this picture burned into your minds for ya. Husband, undies, dress shoes, big gun, green light. Attractive right? Straight out of a scene of National Lampoon's featuring cousin Eddie? Yeah, I think so. (From what I understand, the green light mounted to the rifle he was toting is a light you can use at night and whatever your tracking cannot see it.)
So we get outside and he asks what I heard and I tell him what happened.
"We'll, honey...sounds like we might have a hog situation. "
A hog situation? This is shocking to me. Devastating actually. Yes we have a terrible hog problem in East Texas, but we have never had a problem on our family's land and the fact that one may have tried to come over railroad tracks is just scary!
So David sets off with Castle, our bird dog, rifle in hand tracking a big boar. I'm not really sure where they go during this time. Miss Kay and I come in the house and I do what I do best. Relax and surf the net.
About 10-15 minutes later the door swings wide open and in comes my husband with a look of bewilderment on his face.
"Honey it was a hog, and that damn thang was trying to root into my chicken coop, but that hot wire stopped him."
There's no credit given to the dogs that obviously were barking like crazy and chased him off and then my thoughts lingered towards his attire. Seriously who wouldn't be scared of a middle aged man out at midnight toting a gun in dress shoes and his underwear? Oh my gosh, I haven't even thought about what the neighbors may think!
One thing is for sure, my chicken hoarding husband will be setting up camp this weekend to trap a hog. My only request for him is that he put on some appropriate attire.
Let me back up a few steps and explain. I brought Miss Kay out to do her business before we went to bed and I plopped myself down in a lawn chair to enjoy my walnut and chocolate chip cookies when all of a sudden I hear it. At first thought I was thinking it was one of the guineas, but no this was coming from the pasture and they nest in the tree above the chicken coop. Sp my mind was left to speculate as it often does. Was it a chirp, a squawk, a gobble? Heck no! It was a squeal!
I wasn't quiet sure I'd heard right. Living on over 85 acres surrounded by a multitude of different livestock, a train i can spit at, and crazy neighbors including family I was for once at a loss. I knew it wasn't a cow, a horse and it defiantly wasn't a bird I've heard. The neighbors dogs started going crazy barking and yelping and the squeal started up again. I became aware those dogs had something cornered up.
My next move was to grab Miss Kay, I mean the chickens can defend themselves for all I care, but whatever it was squealing better not come close to my dog.
So I hobbled as fast as my uneven legs could take me to our bedroom door that opens from the front porch and gasping for breath I yelled, "David! David! You're gonna wanna get your gun!"
Let me insert this here, my husband doesn't really need a good excuse to get his gun. He's from California and has lived here for only 11 years so he has lots of catching up to do on being a country boy and over compensates. Hence his nickname my mom branded him with, Elmer Fudd. He was so excited last week to receive an application in the mail for the NRA. (Insert eye roll)
David, jumped up faster than he would move if I was to tell him the house was burning and slipped on his dress shoes and went outside in his undies. Yes, I said undies. So let me just get this picture burned into your minds for ya. Husband, undies, dress shoes, big gun, green light. Attractive right? Straight out of a scene of National Lampoon's featuring cousin Eddie? Yeah, I think so. (From what I understand, the green light mounted to the rifle he was toting is a light you can use at night and whatever your tracking cannot see it.)
So we get outside and he asks what I heard and I tell him what happened.
"We'll, honey...sounds like we might have a hog situation. "
A hog situation? This is shocking to me. Devastating actually. Yes we have a terrible hog problem in East Texas, but we have never had a problem on our family's land and the fact that one may have tried to come over railroad tracks is just scary!
So David sets off with Castle, our bird dog, rifle in hand tracking a big boar. I'm not really sure where they go during this time. Miss Kay and I come in the house and I do what I do best. Relax and surf the net.
About 10-15 minutes later the door swings wide open and in comes my husband with a look of bewilderment on his face.
"Honey it was a hog, and that damn thang was trying to root into my chicken coop, but that hot wire stopped him."
There's no credit given to the dogs that obviously were barking like crazy and chased him off and then my thoughts lingered towards his attire. Seriously who wouldn't be scared of a middle aged man out at midnight toting a gun in dress shoes and his underwear? Oh my gosh, I haven't even thought about what the neighbors may think!
One thing is for sure, my chicken hoarding husband will be setting up camp this weekend to trap a hog. My only request for him is that he put on some appropriate attire.
Gotta get a Boost
The chicken hoarding husband and I will be leaving to go on an all expense paid trip to the beautiful Hawaii island of Oahu in June. After lots of hard work as an independent consultant for Scentsy I'm going on the vacation of a lifetime.
So what's any girl to do when you realize you're going to one of the most popular tropical destinations in the world where there's a chance someone might catch a glimpse of the slight dimples in your thighs? Well, you change your habits that's what!
Now, I haven't always been so good at goals, especially when it comes to losing weight, but by-golly...I've had some determination these past few months and if I can earn a trip to Hawaii, I think I can handle dropping a few pounds. So in March I ordered Nutrisystem, against my husband's advice.
Some of his comments are as follows:
"You won't stick with it."
"It's a waste of money."
"Isn't there something cheaper out there."
Not that I ever really listen to him anyway, but I did take it upon myself to shut him up by reminding him of our chicken feed bill. The chicken feed bill on the chickens, ducks, turkey and geese that are here only too look at, lay eggs and NOT eat. Yeah those. So against his advice I ordered a months supply of food including some frozen food and my journey with Nutrisystem began on April 1.
So how are things working out for me on this plan? Well, I'm glad you asked. There's no need really for numbers here, let me just paint you a picture of the pickle I'm in.
I tried my swimsuit tankini tops on tonight for the 2nd time since I got them about a month ago. They have a built in bra to "boost" my money makers up. Well, they don't fit. The cups are too big. What's a girl to do? I can only imagine using some of those plastic like, skin colored enhancers to fill these pups up, and why not? If worse comes to worse they can always double as flotation devices if I start drowning in the blue waters of the pacific. So it really seems like I'd get my money's worth. Can you imagine a lifeguard sprinting out to save me (imagine David Hasseloff from Baywatch) and then to his horror I pull out my life preserve all the while yelling, I got it, I'm good. However, I'll drown any day for Ryan Gosling.
I've come to the conclusion that I'm better off waiting until the week before we leave since my body is changing so rapidly. I've lost 15.8 pounds to date, but the lost inches, good eating habits, and dedication to work out to accomplish a goal has proven much greater.
The Nutrisystem plan is great, but honestly I cannot contribute all of my weightloss to it. I've learned that a major part of weightloss or really any accomplishment really is support. I receive a lot of my support from a Facebook group that I share with some of my fellow Scentsy consultants. Their motivation, inspiration, and kind words have helped me more than they know. Even my poultry obsessed spouse has become very supportive of me and more self conscious of what he eats as well. I just hope he can handle being away from his fowl for such a long period.
So what's any girl to do when you realize you're going to one of the most popular tropical destinations in the world where there's a chance someone might catch a glimpse of the slight dimples in your thighs? Well, you change your habits that's what!
Now, I haven't always been so good at goals, especially when it comes to losing weight, but by-golly...I've had some determination these past few months and if I can earn a trip to Hawaii, I think I can handle dropping a few pounds. So in March I ordered Nutrisystem, against my husband's advice.
Some of his comments are as follows:
"You won't stick with it."
"It's a waste of money."
"Isn't there something cheaper out there."
Not that I ever really listen to him anyway, but I did take it upon myself to shut him up by reminding him of our chicken feed bill. The chicken feed bill on the chickens, ducks, turkey and geese that are here only too look at, lay eggs and NOT eat. Yeah those. So against his advice I ordered a months supply of food including some frozen food and my journey with Nutrisystem began on April 1.
So how are things working out for me on this plan? Well, I'm glad you asked. There's no need really for numbers here, let me just paint you a picture of the pickle I'm in.
I tried my swimsuit tankini tops on tonight for the 2nd time since I got them about a month ago. They have a built in bra to "boost" my money makers up. Well, they don't fit. The cups are too big. What's a girl to do? I can only imagine using some of those plastic like, skin colored enhancers to fill these pups up, and why not? If worse comes to worse they can always double as flotation devices if I start drowning in the blue waters of the pacific. So it really seems like I'd get my money's worth. Can you imagine a lifeguard sprinting out to save me (imagine David Hasseloff from Baywatch) and then to his horror I pull out my life preserve all the while yelling, I got it, I'm good. However, I'll drown any day for Ryan Gosling.
I've come to the conclusion that I'm better off waiting until the week before we leave since my body is changing so rapidly. I've lost 15.8 pounds to date, but the lost inches, good eating habits, and dedication to work out to accomplish a goal has proven much greater.
The Nutrisystem plan is great, but honestly I cannot contribute all of my weightloss to it. I've learned that a major part of weightloss or really any accomplishment really is support. I receive a lot of my support from a Facebook group that I share with some of my fellow Scentsy consultants. Their motivation, inspiration, and kind words have helped me more than they know. Even my poultry obsessed spouse has become very supportive of me and more self conscious of what he eats as well. I just hope he can handle being away from his fowl for such a long period.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Houston, we have a problem.
So today my friend Miriam who is also my neighbor came down to borrow some vegetable oil which she later texted me and said had stunk up her whole house. My apologies Miriam! I had no idea it had expired.
While she was here however we got to chatting outside amongst the various fowl my husband has collected. With all seriousness in her voice and worry in her eyes she asks me, "do you think David has problem?"
Now, I'm aware most women might take offense to this, but really I'm not stupid. My response was quick and confident, "hell yes Miriam. I know he has a problem."
Why do I know Mr. Macias has a problem? At 4 or 5 o'clock this morning he was up after I had a nervous breakdown begging for him to move his baby chicks out of the living room. Between our new puppy whining and baby chicks chirping I couldn't get any sleep. If I don't get any sleep, I am not a happy camper!!! Well he moved them, yep he sure did. When I suggested the move originally I said out of the living room. Apparently I was suppose to say, out of the living room, through the back door, outside, across the yard and into the chicken coop because he moved them a good 5 feet into the laundry room.
So yes, my husband has a problem. He loves his poultry a little too much, just like I like shiny things too much. I defiantly think there are worse habits a husband can have, and yes this chicken hoarding problem drives me up the wall to the point that I want rip my hair out, but if worse comes to worse I guess we won't go hungry.
While she was here however we got to chatting outside amongst the various fowl my husband has collected. With all seriousness in her voice and worry in her eyes she asks me, "do you think David has problem?"
Now, I'm aware most women might take offense to this, but really I'm not stupid. My response was quick and confident, "hell yes Miriam. I know he has a problem."
Why do I know Mr. Macias has a problem? At 4 or 5 o'clock this morning he was up after I had a nervous breakdown begging for him to move his baby chicks out of the living room. Between our new puppy whining and baby chicks chirping I couldn't get any sleep. If I don't get any sleep, I am not a happy camper!!! Well he moved them, yep he sure did. When I suggested the move originally I said out of the living room. Apparently I was suppose to say, out of the living room, through the back door, outside, across the yard and into the chicken coop because he moved them a good 5 feet into the laundry room.
So yes, my husband has a problem. He loves his poultry a little too much, just like I like shiny things too much. I defiantly think there are worse habits a husband can have, and yes this chicken hoarding problem drives me up the wall to the point that I want rip my hair out, but if worse comes to worse I guess we won't go hungry.
Monday, May 6, 2013
This place has gone to the birds. Literally.
Lots of exciting things happening in the mayhem of life. We've welcomed several new members of the family over the weekend. David, the chicken hoarding husband, bought an incubator to hatch his own farm raised ego, I mean eggs, but hey there are worse habits I suppose.
About 21 days into this incubating which was this past Saturday, we began welcoming new baby chicks into the family. Needless to say my husband, the chicken hoarder, is ecstatic. He came in saying, "honey it's so cool. Hatching our own eggs" yes in theory, this is exciting and a great learning experience for our children....yes it's great! What is not great is he has disassembled my living room lamp, set up shop in my vintage crate and raising baby chicks in my living room!!! You'd think my distaste for this whole operation he's got going on could clearly be read all over my face, but obviously I'm failing tremendously at it.
On a much happier note, we welcomed Miss Kay to our family. Miss Kay is our new little mini schnauzer puppy, who isn't taking flap from no birds. She's been pretty well received by everyone except the Grande Trio who consist of our 3 geese trying to hiss and run Miss Kay off.
All in all we had a good weekend. Soccer games, road trips, new family pets, and lots of chicken hoarding.
About 21 days into this incubating which was this past Saturday, we began welcoming new baby chicks into the family. Needless to say my husband, the chicken hoarder, is ecstatic. He came in saying, "honey it's so cool. Hatching our own eggs" yes in theory, this is exciting and a great learning experience for our children....yes it's great! What is not great is he has disassembled my living room lamp, set up shop in my vintage crate and raising baby chicks in my living room!!! You'd think my distaste for this whole operation he's got going on could clearly be read all over my face, but obviously I'm failing tremendously at it.
On a much happier note, we welcomed Miss Kay to our family. Miss Kay is our new little mini schnauzer puppy, who isn't taking flap from no birds. She's been pretty well received by everyone except the Grande Trio who consist of our 3 geese trying to hiss and run Miss Kay off.
All in all we had a good weekend. Soccer games, road trips, new family pets, and lots of chicken hoarding.
Sunday, May 5, 2013
Where do I begin?
I had a friend inform me over the weekend after one my long drawn out text messages that I should start blog. Why? I'm not really sure. It's not as if anything really exciting ever happens in my direction, it's always happening. I'm not really sure how these circumstances come about, but in the days to come I hope to fill you all in on the life of a wife who's married to a chicken hoarder with 4 beautiful kids, 2 dogs, some cats, and a Brandi. (I'll explain it all later)
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