Our new adventure.

My husband has been out of work for a week now.  So, here we go, another new adventure.  You would think, with both of us not working that we would have so much accomplished by now.  Wrong! Think again. Now that both of us are not working, we spend the day, me on the couch, him in his chair, each sitting in front of our own laptop doing nothing.  Well, the equivalent of nothing, which basically consists of reading Facebook posts, checking emails, filling out applications and then there is the worrying.  I think I do a lot more of that then he does.  Could be because I'm a girl, could be because I know how much our bills are and have been responsible for paying them for years, could be that I just worry more.  Well whatever the cause, I think it's just gonna cause my hair to turn gray faster, and now  I won't even be able to afford the hair color.  Yikes!!! No one wants that.  Okay, I'll be honest, no one else cares, but I care much more than I should be admitting to.  Now if someone ever wants to know how to torture me the proper way, they know I will confess anything for hair color.  

Well, when everything is said and done, hopefully we will be able to handle our enforced time together without killing each other.  I guess one cannot wish for more than that.  Well... okay, I won't go there.  Who knows what this new chapter of our lives will entail?  Whatever it will be, I guess it will stick with the standards that we have followed and that is just go with it.   

Spanish... ICK!

My story is on hold.... not the story of my life, but the story in my head that I'm putting on paper.  I am in college again. Which explains the whole starting over part of my first blog.  I know I haven't written that before, and it's not a secret, it's just a little overwhelming that at age...well, older than I want to admit to, I am back in college.  My first semester back I did 17 hours, that was insane, try juggling 1 husband, 2 dogs, 3 kids... I could keep going but I think you get what I'm trying to say.  It could always be worse, just imagine 3 husband and 1 kid.... /shudders.  Nope, I'll stick with the 3 kids.  This semester I'm only doing 14 hours, but it still seems like I am always swamped with homework.

Worse part is that Spanish seems to be my toughest subject.  You would think with a name like Juanita Hernandez, I would have a little bit of an advantage, but I am the whitest white person on the planet and learning Spanish seems to be the most difficult thing I've ever attempted, which says a lot since I adopted 2 kids and gave birth to a 3rd.  Yes, I am throwing learning Spanish out there as being as difficult as child birth.  Of course, I did have an epidural so maybe my perception is skewed.  However, that being said, I did almost die giving birth to my son and I doubt that Spanish will actually try to kill me.  It just threatens me a lot.

I am currently in college working on getting a Bachelors of Science in Psychology.  And what, you ask do I plan on doing what that degree?  Well, that is a really good question.  I could get my masters and become a therapist, or I could go to Law School after and become a defender of those who need help, but is that what I really want to do.... Hmmm?  I hope you can answer that because I can't seem to.

In a dream world, I would be a writer, but for some reason my kids like to eat and I doubt that I can feed them if I become a writer, because I want to write novels, and those don't pay all that regularly or often, and the kids seem to think food on a regular basis is important.  As I didn't always get 3 squares a day as a kid, I know that I will never to anything to deprive my children.  Even if that means not having a job that I'm passionate about.

Plus on a completely different note, I'm so lazy I doubt that I  would have the dedication to actually get the stories written.  If anyone knows a cure for laziness, please send me the link.... I could use it.

Well, I'm back! Not that it matters because I'm the only reader of this blog.  Nothing like writing something online to keep to myself.. eh?  I'm not 100% sure why I'm doing this.  Why write something like this?  The only thing I can think of is that I want to write.  I love reading, it is perhaps my largest joy after my family.  (you have to say that or someone always brings the family up.)

I want to write.  I have this great story in my head, well, I think it's a great story and it's about Supernatural beings which is huge right now, so I believe others would find it interesting, but I have trouble starting it.  I write a chapter and then I spend a week redoing it because I keep thinking, does this interest me? Does this sound like the 100's of other books that I've read that in this genre?  And then I start tweaking it and I never get any further than that.  /sigh. 

The beginning.

I stand on the precipice and wish for the ordinary, the normal, the mundane.  So many people seem to seek excitement, adventure and a thrill, but I’ve had that all my life.  My whole life has been an adventure and even at the advance age I am now, my life hasn’t settled back into anything ordinary. 

In your forties you are supposed to be able to sit back and enjoy the life that you have created.  You are supposed to be settled and twenty years away from retirement, not starting all over.  But then I haven’t seemed to do anything the easy way.  From the time I was little I knew life was meant to be a challenge.  Who really needs the details of something that happened so many lifetimes ago, so let’s just say that growing up was an obstacle course of adventures that taught me valuable life lessons.   Some of which I still live by today. So, to begin this let me tell you a little about me.

My childhood could be classified as “Poor-White-Trash”.  I had a vast collection of hand me downs and thrift store rejects, literally, it was a collection of clothes and toys that people didn’t want to send to the Goodwill.  And I was happy for what I had, most of the time anyway.

 I remember this one time so vividly that it feels like I’m in the room when I think about it.  I had been given this beautiful blue dress.  It was the prettiest dress I had ever seen in a deep dark blue that was almost purple, the skirt was velvet and the bodice was covered in lace that had sequence and beads in a few spots that formed little clusters that sparkled and it came with matching shoes.  They were a size 7 ½, a little small for my almost size 9 feet, but I had never had shoes that matched a dress before and I was determined I was going to wear the outfit.   The next Saturday I jumped out of bed before the alarm went off; I carefully laid the dress across my bed and admired it again.  I got dressed slowly enjoying the feel of the velvet on my cool skin.  I suddenly understood how Cinderella felt after the fairy godmother had created a dress for her.  I was beautiful and my 13 year old self was going to take everybody’s breath away.  Every compliment offered went to my head and by the time church was over I felt like the most beautiful girl on the planet.  As the congregation left and everyone was mingling around in the lobby, suddenly I overheard one of the ladies say, “Juanita’s dress is a little tight, it fit Isabel so much better.  I hated that she outgrew it but you know that family doesn’t have much and it was better than throwing it out.” I know she didn’t mean anything bad by what she said, but I wanted to die as I felt every eye in the lobby turn in my direction.  As much as I wanted it to happen, the floor didn’t open up and swallow me.  The world didn’t come to an end.   No, I just smiled in her direction when she realized I had overheard her comment and went out and sat in the car until my family was ready to leave.   

So, yeah, usually not so many complaints about the hand that life had dealt me,  but then every once in a while, I felt like life just sucked… Basically, at the beginning of this story, I want you to understand that I don’t want pity, never pity!  I want to share the journey of discovery that I have uncovered by the pain and heartache that was life and perhaps at the end of the day inspire someone with my journey to live a life more ordinary.