Had a conversation with my pal yesterday... re: staying home vs. working. Got me thinking. Now you have the history.
I quit working when we went to Joshua School... we were going to have to devote all our time to it... 4 hours a day five days a week for class, and then at least 4 hours of homework per class, plus home groups, leading the youth ministry, and regular church (I say regular, loosely). We were the first year of Joshua, and they kicked our butts. We almost died. It was awesome. But I digress.
I stopped working for that reason, or stopped going to work. I was working hard. Then, after Joshua School, the ministry really took off and Richy went on staff at CTK and I helped him, I guess... and maybe worked for my dad a little. Got pregnant, never worked again. (eh, temp job in 02 for a couple months). So that's another history lesson.
The thing is, I HATED working. I despised it. I hated waking up the same time every morning. I hated having a dress code. I hated eating lunch with strangers, and nobody my age (I was 18 working at Hewitt). I hated feeling stuck in a cubicle all day and then getting home and it was already nighttime. The only thing I liked was the cashola. The only thing I miss is the cashola.
So is staying at home work? Heck yes. 24/7 work. No breaks, But there are some benefits.
• I don't have to wake up at the same time every day (I do have to wake up all night)... some days it will be 7 am, other days 9. The variety is nice
• No dress code. Unless you consider spit-up a dress code. I sport that every day
• Lunch with strangers? HA! I never even see strangers.
• Some people around here take naps. So every day there is a possibilty that I may be able to nap, and it helps me feel not so tired. (just the possibility, I never do actually take one)
• Freedom to rule the internet
• There's a cute guy who works over the pond, and sometimes he comes over here and tells me to clean stuff and I talk him into taking us out to eat
I don't really get to stop. It is a whirlwind of feeding and changing and patting and jiggling and trying to convince someone to eat their sandwich or for the love of all that is holy go outside and laundry and dishes and so forth. But these little guys... man. Cliche, but you could not put a price on it. I feel paid every smile.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
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PSA:
Ladies- at the mall right now, Victoria's not-so-Secret has actually DECENT display windows. No nekkies... I went in and said I appreciated it and I would be more likely to shop there if they keep it up.
I encourage you to do the same
PSA out
BTW
Rob admitted on the original hen comment day that he was just baiting us out of boredom.
And he said today that he loves hens.
working at home is awesome, but it makes you poor
That was a beautiful story, Jess
Sometimes I just cant believe that Stephanie C has not had to take a frying pan to that man's big head.
Have you suffered violence because of comments you have made to your wife, Arberto?
Note to self,
Buy Stephanie some cast ironware.
I will not comment on what I said to make the famous soccer star Arberto Delioni headbutt me in the chest, but I will admit that that there were a few words exchanged although they had nothing to do with his mother or his sister.
Check this out
"Zinedine Zidane was immediately granted entry to the pantheon. No, not the pantheon of the soccer greats; we're talking the Headbutt Hall of Fame — athletes who lost their cool and used their heads as weapons."
I cant believe there is a headbutt hall of fame.
A marble rolling pin? That will keep any man out of the kitchen. As a matter of fact, he may not be hungry ever again.
Mike has a really long metal flashlight. It is dominating looking.
Did you ever want to hit Dean with that kitchen ware?
I have wanted to hit Bobby with a frying pan lots of times. I think I chased him with one once.
Mom chased him with a broom and hit him on the butt with it one time. That was pretty funny.
And you have not gone to prison.
LOL sounds like you really miss those old days...
It is a good thing we cannot hear each others thoughts, I have heard some people say they think it would be great, not me, can you imagine if you knew what the drivers in traffic around you were thinking and saying about you?
I would be walking around in tears all day.
I AGREE wholeheartedly. My thoughts on the matter have always been. " divorce is better than murder" If it ever got so bad that I really wanted to kill him, that would be the time to get out permanently.
I think I might have really wanted to kill Bobby once. maybe twice, any comments here, Jess?
I never wanted to kill Bobby. But I think you know who I mean when I say I doubt you're alone.
I am speaking up for the silent here in saying yes, I know who you mean, that may have also been deliverance and not divorce.
I knew a lady in Germany who offered to drop a hair dryer in the bathtub with her husband. The offer was to her boyfriend.
( He was aghast at the thought, because the husband was also his brother)
man, I hope Rob isn't getting nervous...
Blue, blue skies here, I love the rain, especially storms. I have a nissan that it rains inside of.
That is not really very fun.
Does Stephanie read the blog?
Dont have it yet
Fresherrain@yahoo.com
on occasion... when she's not "in her place", eh, Rob?
Stephanie doesnt look to me like she stays "In her place" too often.
Arb? More controversy?
Some fish just dont take too well to the wrong bait.
Come on little flounder, what do you have to say?
secretive violence stories....
what u sayin here huh huh huh?
stayin-at-home mommy-status is a wonderfully unique priviledge these days.
in order to do this i'm startin my own renta grandparent & nanny service...
I threw a live rooster in my brothers face one time. Didn't think about killing it and rubbing it on his plate. My brother taught a neighbor boy how to milk a bull calf. That turned into an event. Those of us that watched got into trouble for not speaking up before the deed was done. My brother gave my Great Uncle Clyde's homemade alcohol to a sow one day and she killed all her babies. They don't arrest you for murdering pigs. But you sure get the liven daylights beat out of you. I watched that too. Quite enjoyed it.
Wow,Beebow,
You have led an exciting life, I have yet to fathom the depths of your adventurous life
Going home....goodnight all. Have a great evening.
diabolical, servant... diabolical
Harvy
if you use imageshack you never lose your pictures. Here's the one you have now, hosted by imageshack
http://img166.imageshack.us
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I hope they don't add ads... right now, I have the option to have ads if I want to.. guess I could make a little $. But the reason I love blogger is no ads.
HARVY did you see my post re: your pics?
most of the surveys are ... well, they pay like a percentage of a cent... and after you have 20 dollars or something, they will pay you.
All I ever got was overloaded email accounts.
the male fascination with self injury has always eluded me
that's why your pics disappear... they're stolen
i'm just now reading about kitchen violence posted at approx 2:50 today....
I once threw a whole cookie-sheet full of fish sticks (and the cookie sheet!) at Papa JC!!! Right at him! Wow! That was a weird time in our lives!!! That was in 1986!!! Five and a half years into marriage...
i know everybody else is upstairs, but this post of yours was so BEAUTIFUL. i just had to comment.
just lovely!
=)
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