Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Indiana Adventures

Dear readers,
On July 1st, 2017 we began a new adventure hundred of miles from our "home". We went to a strange place called Indiana. Where being called a Hoosier is a compliment and corn and soy surround you on all back roads. Always.
HOWEVER!
So far we have been having a very pleasant time here in the Hoosier state. Here are some short stories about all the adventures we've been having!

Amish Crack (aka Rise'n roll donuts)

There is a place. Where all the locals tell you to go. Where your expectations are a mile high, and you're convinced nothing could ever meet those expectations. You're told you'll walk in, mouth watering, and sink your teeth into a donut that is declared so delicious, it's impossible. But nothing could ever meet those kinds of expectations, right? Then you've never been to Rise'n roll bakery! Rise'n roll is an Amish bakery that sells all kinds of baked and deli goods, including some canned items and cook books. But the thing that everyone wants for breakfast, is one of their donuts. Their original donut is a cinnamon caramel, sprinkled with powdered sugar and more cinnamon. It's the messiest donut I've ever eaten but it is so worth it! Not even a hot krispy creme melts in my mouth the way this does! That takes a lot of guts to pull off, Rise'n roll. It's so delicious and addictive it is sometimes referred to as "Amish Crack"

Fort Wayne Zoo

Fort Wayne has a zoo here that has some very interesting exhibits! It isn't as big as the St. Louis zoo (or as free...) But still a very fun time. They have a kangaroo exhibit where you walk among the kangaroos. They can come up to you, cross in front of you on the path, assault you, or anything they please (although none of these things happened while we were there). The giraffe exhibit is somewhat similar in engaging zoo partakers (except you can't walk around with them.) You stand in an outlook overlooking the exhibit and the giraffes heads come to the top of the railing on the outlook. You can touch them, feed them and experience a good tongue licking. On a side note, the zoo "Farm" was apparently run by a girl named Sarah and her older brother Ben. I didn't know we had a farm?! 

Fonzie's little friend

This doesn't really have anything to do with Indiana other than the fact that it took place while IN Indiana. Fonz was a pretty rough and tumble little guy, always attacking and biting so we decided to get him a little playmate. I was quite skeptical for a while but it turns out this was a great decision! They play great and she has definitely calmed him down quite a bit. Her name is Lady Felicity (Lady) and she's about three weeks younger than him. I've never seen two cats who love people more than these little ones!





There are so many things to do here! I'm sure we will have many more adventures. Other than moving out of St. Louis right before a total eclipse passed through, I'd say we're both pretty happy with the area we're in now. Everyone here is treating us like they like us. Just wait till they find out just how weird we are ;)





Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Happy Days with Fonzie

Hello everyone! Say hello to our newest addition, Fonzie!
This little fuzz ball we found in my parents neighborhood on a walk one morning. His momma was an abandoned pet who had a litter of kittens and we scooped him right up! He wasn't too sure about us at first. There was a lot of hissing and hiding, however, we quickly learned he loved scratches and cuddling. We weren't sure at first if this was the right time for us to keep a kitten but once we saw the way he warmed up to us we pretty much couldn't say no. Here are some pictures of Fonz in his new life as a Heisele!
Fonzie likes to help me with many chores..
Here he is helping make the bed

Helping me put away the laundry


Helping me with laundry
Helping open the blinds

Helping me do the dishes
He falls asleep in the weirdest positions!


Spending some time relaxing after getting some baths!

One of his favorite charis at
Grandma's house

Monday, June 5, 2017

Once a Chicken Mommy, Always a Chicken Mommy: The Sad Truth

In preparation for our trip to Colorado we decided it would be easier on the person tending our chickens not to have to move them every day. We have been borrowing a chicken tractor (Portable chicken coop) from a neighbor while ours is in the works. The idea behind using a chicken tractor is that moving the coop every day provides the chickens with fresh pasture and more evenly disburses the chicken poop. So, we moved the chickens to some hay while we'd be away.

Once we got back from Colorful Colorado we went to the land to check those crazy chickens and only 5 were present. No feathers, no carcass, no blood. The only clue left behind were some prints and some droppings. Coyotes. We searched around the area high and low but never found any other tracks or chicken feathers. So we checked out the coop to find how the predator penetrated our chickens safe home. What?? Nothing ripped, no holes dug, nothing disturbed? It was very upsetting not being able to figure out how our chicken was taken and murdered. 

Since we didn't see anything we moved the coop, set some coon traps and left them until the next evening. Luke spent some time that evening researching our predator and our poor chicken's death. We really needed to get our own coop built! It would be much safer and easier for our egg layers. 

However, chicken coop plans were put on hold after Luke checked our chickens the next night. Every last chicken was ripped to shreds. This time there was no searching for carcasses or entries made to the coop, it was all very obvious. Dogs or coyotes dug their way under the coop and slaughter every last chicken and left the aftermath of chicken leftovers for us to find later.

I'll admit that at first I was very skeptical of our chickens staying alive too long, but the more time that passed the more I felt like it was actually going to work. We were warned by several people older and more experienced, that we were setting ourselves up for failure, and while we gave it our best shot, unfortunately we are down to 0 chickens.

So what have we learned from this? WHEN we try chickens again, we will wait until we can start them off in our own coop, built the way we think is best. We'll also wait until we can keep the chickens on the same land we live on!

So long, Rotisserie,  Nugget, and chickens 3-6


Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Colorado anniversary!

For our third anniversary we thought we might as well take a vacation! We don't have any kids yet, and we haven't had a lot of opportunities to travel, so now is the perfect time! As we were trying to figure out where we should go, the usual "Branson" was thrown out there, but that is getting a little monotonous. There was kind of this moment of "wait a minute... we're young and adventurous, why go to Branson??" Then there was this realization "I've never flown before..." So we decided to fly to Colorado! (It was cheapest :P)

We were both so excited right away! I was having dreams about it, we were reserving hotels, making plans, etc. Neither of us have been to Colorado so, after some recommendations from several people, we decided to hit Estes park and Colorado springs.


To start with let me just say that Luke did not go to sleep Thursday night at all, because he got off work at 1am Friday. And to make our 5:45am flight Friday morning, we needed to leave by around 2:45. So Friday was a little blurry for both of us. But my first flight was amazing! I wasn't expecting the experience to be emotional, but I was so happy to be flying! There was so much to see from the air and I could see for miles.

After we got to Estes park and slept for several hours we ventured out into the TWO FEET OF SNOW! It was freezing. In St. Louis is was 90 degrees! But we loved every minute of driving through the snowy mountains, walking on main street and trekking through all that snow! The mountains took our breath away. We could've been looking at mountains through a window, sitting in pile of soiled garbage in a hoarders house, but we would've been happy! They were so beautiful.

After two days of admiring the beautiful scenery of Estes park (we could've stayed there our whole trip!) we made our way to Colorado springs. We were definitely excited to make our way to Garden of the gods, pikes peak, red rocks and whatever else we decided to throw in. First we hit red rocks and did a little hiking. The weather was perfect! And did I mention there was no humidity?! There were so many different trail options at Red rocks, you could stay there all day and not see it all, I'm sure. Guess why they call it Red rocks? They're really red. Oh and guess what else!

 



We didn't see any Bobcats the whole time! Next we went to the Garden of the gods, pikes peak and the cliff dwellers museum! All were amazing! It was so strange going from garden of the gods at 75 degrees to the top of pikes peak at 30 degrees and snowing! But every stop was so worth it. It made us so happy to admire this atmosphere of God's creation! The most above sea level we ever are in Missouri is about 600ft. On top of pikes peak we were standing at 14,000ft! Making these kinds
of memories and living these experiences with
your best friend is one of the best
adventures I could've imagined! Thanks for 3
years of joy. Here's to next year's adventure and
decades of happiness!

Monday, April 24, 2017

Story Time with Sarah: A Bobcat in the Woods

The day we got our chickens was kind of a hectic day. We were trying to get all our ducks in a row (or chickens) and we needed to make a trip to the shop to pick up a few things. Luke's family owns some acreage near where we live and on this land there is a shop filled with tools, materials, parts, etc. There are also trails, hunting blinds, creeks and plenty of places to get turned around or sprain an ankle!

After we picked up the chickens we headed directly to the shop to get the heat lamp and some grit from the creek on the land. Trying to be as efficient as possible with cold baby chicks in the car, we split up. I went to get the heat lamp since I knew where it was and didn't know where to get the grit, and he went to get the grit. I retrieved the lamp pretty quickly and took it to the car. I started looking around each side of the shop looking for Luke so I could join him. I thought to myself "there's gravel all around the shop, he's probably scooping up some grit from there"

"Luke?" I called but didn't hear anything. Hmm, he must be around back. "Luke?" He wasn't answering so I figured he walked away to get the grit, or was checking out a possible dead animal we saw when driving in.

I stood at the car and waited. Just listening to the chicks chirp and messing around on my phone. After a good few minutes he still was not back and I wasn't hearing any motion in the nearby woods. So I decided I would call a little louder to at least locate him. "Luke!..." Nothing "LUKE!" again, nothing. I was actually starting to get a little concerned. Where could he have gone that he couldn't hear me yelling for him? I'm quite the loud mouth.

So now I'm thinking, I'll go look for him, he must just be in the woods. What if there's an animal out there that got him? Uhoh. Maybe I better take a weapon. Can I shoot anything? No. Are there any bows? No. There's a baseball bat. I'll grab that, I know how to swing those. What if... no, no it's silly, calm down Sarah.... but what if... there's a bobcat? They just found a bobcat near the highway just a few exits down about a month ago... 


"LUKE!!" silence. My imagination was not helping me keep calm. It had been *way* too much time. Right? I pick up my baseball bat and start trekking up the hill into the woods. Trying to be as silent as possible so I can hear any movement. "LUKE!!" Now I am literally screaming at the top of my lungs, and that is loud! But I hear nothing. Absolutely nothing. I'm started to get a game plan in my head. Okay, if he's hurt I'm going to call 911 and run back to the shop for... what? I don't know, alcohol or hydrogen peroxide and... bandages? And if I can't find him, then what? I'll call my brother-in-law. He knows his way around here better than I do.


My adrenaline is pumping and I'm fighting back tears. "LUKE?!" I think to myself, I'm going to call him one more time. And if he doesn't answer, I'm calling Sean. I took a deep breath 1..2...3... "LUKE!!!!!!!!!!!" Then I wait for an answer....


"WHAT?!" What? What does he mean WHAT? Has he not heard my screaming at the top of my lungs this whole time?
"WHERE ARE YOU?!" I scream even louder

"I'm down here, what do you want?"

I was so frustrated. How could he not have heard me, as loud as I was screaming? I'm pretty sure everyone within a few mile radius could've heard me! Assured that he was safe and just deaf, and without answering back to him, I walked back to the shop with baseball bat still in hand. I had so much adrenaline, I knew I had to get it out somehow or I would be a basket case. I walked all the way down the hill and into the shop fighting back the lump in my throat. As soon as I got in the shop I saw a large plastic trashcan and decided to have a go with the bat to release some energy. After a few swings I started to swing a little harder. THWAP! THWAP! It felt good to get some frustration out instead of crying. 

Then, after 6 or so swings, out of the blue I hear rapid, heavy footsteps. Sprinting, running right into the shop. I know those boots. Luke bursts through the door, panting.

"WHAT IS GOING ON??" I just stared at him with huge eyes "WHY are you hitting the trashcan with the baseball bat? I thought someone was beating you up! Why were you screaming for me?? Why didn't you answer me when I asked what you needed??"

"ME? Where have YOU been? Do you know how long I was calling for you?? I was screaming at the top of my lungs. How did you not hear me??" We both just looked at each other (Obviously both confused)

"All I know" Luke said "is I hear your voice screaming my name, then I hear nothing, then I head violent noises that sounds like you're being killed and I come down here and you're... beating up a trashcan. I was down in the creek in that ravine."

No wonder he couldn't hear me, he was too far and too deep down next to the creek to hear anything.

I explained the whole story to him, how I had been calling his name for a long time and he has been gone for at least 10-15 minutes. He did not seem amused. 

I started to laugh. It was kind of comical and I was on the brink of losing my mind. He just looked at me, he didn't think it was funny... yet. In hindsight our communication was poor. And I should've answered his last question to me. Those chickens had better appreciate all we went through just to get the some grit that they wouldn't really use for a little while. Maybe next time we split up we should communicate better? But then we wouldn't have these crazy stories to tell!

Oh... and there was no bobcat.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

I'm... a Mommy?

The Hubs has been fantasizing for quite some time about an addition to our family. Talk about research, reading blogs, and non-stop chatter about finally settling down and.... getting chickens?

I grew up in the city, I'm not afraid to say I did not want chickens. However, after about a year and a half of Luke watching vlogs, reading articles and even volunteering on a chicken farm to get the idea of how things should work, one Saturday I was not prepared when he said "I'm going to get chicks. You wanna come with me?" 

You know how sometimes you hear someone say something that you think it just has to be a joke? This was not a joke. He was actually serious and later we found ourselves at the store picking up 6 chickens, bedding, feed, etc. 

I started thinking, hey, this isn't so bad! Look at how cute they are! All you have to do is give them some water and make sure they don't peck each other to death, right?

So we get these cute little fluff balls home and we set them up in their new home... My mother-in-law's garage. I don't know why she agreed to let us do this in-justice to her garage. (it will probably forever smell like chicken droppings)

For the first week it was kind of fun. Go out to the garage, see if any of them will let you pet them, watch them wobble around and see how many feathers they're getting. But then they started getting bigger, and the started to actually get wings. After a few more weeks, the cuteness has fizzled and they start to look like big, creepy hens who look at you with one eye and wonder where they could hurt you the most with their beaks. And did I mention they poop on everything?

It was a struggle to keep them contained in the garage. Once they got their wings they tried very hard to fly the coop, and we had to constantly keep in mind that if the garage door was open they could very well escape and get eaten by the neighbors dog.

But somehow I've managed to get a little attached to them. I don't want them on my lap or anything, but there is one, who we've name "Rotisserie" (Ro for short) who is lighter than the others and likes to be pet. 

Since they've gotten so big we've taken them to their very own chicken coop- OUTSIDE! And good news, we still have 6 left! :)





Tuesday, March 28, 2017

On the Trips to Kansas

Growing up, my family would often take road trips to Kansas to see family. My Mother and Grandmother were born in Kansas so most of my Mom's family was there, including my Great Grandmother.
My family and Grandparents would caravan all the way there. My Grandparents in their big red conversion van, and my parents in our white minivan. As a little girl it was obviously more fun to ride with Grandma and Grandpa. Grandma definitely spoiled us and would bring lots of snacks, candies and drinks. Including mud tea, a family variation of lemon tea, which tasted delicious but made for very frequent potty breaks.
When we would finally get to Kansas we would stay at Great Grandma's house, in her finished basement. Two things I always remember about her house are her grandfather clock and her old TV in the basement. The grandfather clock would play a song on the hour and always startled me because I wasn't used to it. The TV downstairs was old, really old. One particular trip we took we watched a documentary on a type of ant that could kill humans. It scared me so badly I had nightmares and didn't want to watch TV for a while. I was also skeptical of all ants for a while, just to be on the safe side.
We always had fond memories of staying with Great Grandma Stucky. She loved to bake and cook, even in her old age. As per our tradition, every trip we took to visit her, at least one day she would make sugar pancakes for breakfast. A thin crepe that we would lay out on our plates, literally coat in sugar, roll up and eat. Okay so they weren't the healthiest option, but it was tradition and they tasted amazing.
And you can never leave Kansas without stopping at a little German buffet called the breadbasket. It's only fitting that a German family like and eat German food, and this was the best place to get it! All your favorite, traditional German food in one buffet. I can remember most of the family getting together and sitting in the back room of the restaurant, casually offending everyone around us because of our noise. It's hard not to offend other people when most of the people in the family "yell-talk" which means their "normal" speaking tone is a yell. And screaming is just raising your voice a little bit. I'm so sorry to anyone who ever got stuck near our tables...
Good thing they're family!!

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Why I Choose to be a 1950's Wife

There was an article entitled "The Good Wife's guide"  published in 1955 in Housekeeping Monthly. In the article the writer gives wives and mothers practical advice and thoughts on "how to". Simple ideas on keeping your home radiant and your husband happy. Ideas such as, preparing meals, showing interest in his hobbies and ideas, keeping a clean and organized house, and many others.

This article, and many others like it, have been labeled quite harshly in today's feminist society. The idea of a woman serving a man by cooking his meals, doing his laundry and cleaning up the mud he tracked in is frowned upon. Women have come too far in this country to continue living life playing second fiddle to unrighteous, ungrateful men. Relationships should be 50/50, not 100/0!

The way our relationships were never meant to be 100/0 or even 50/50. If the relationship is 100/0, the spouse doing all the work will continually struggle. In the 50/50 relationship, both parties will only be dedicated to half of what they're capable of. After all, each spouse will still have 50% of themselves they aren't dedicating to the relationship. The intended relationship between a husband and wife was meant to be a partner for life, spiritually, mentally, emotionally and physically. How can a partner only be dedicated to 50%? Both partners were meant to give 100%. That doesn't mean the wife meets the husband halfway or vice versa, it means when one spouse does something foolish, needs more help than usual, is struggling, etc. the other spouse's immediate response is to go above and beyond, doing more than their "normal requirements". 

God's original design for husbands and wives is simple. 
Wives: Tit 2:4-5  "...the young women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled, pure, working at home, kind, and submissive to their own husbands, that the word of God may not be reviled."
Husbands: Eph 5:23, 28-29  "For the husband is the head of the wife even as Christ is the head of the church, his body, and is himself its Savior...In the same way husbands should love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. For no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, just as Christ does the church,"

God instructs Wives to be workers at home, tending daily chores and the kiddos, while the Husband is to go out and work to provide for his family. God created this design in the very beginning with Adam and Eve in Genesis 3.

This design in no way is meant as an offense or insult to women because they "aren't allowed to work" (which God never says and is not wrong) and are supposed to stay home. This design was created for many different reasons including one reason which no one can argue: Women are typically more tender and loving. It makes sense for them to tend to children and minor details on the home front, because they care more.

Now what about the verse that says men are "the head of women"? It's easy to get hung up on that since, um, no one wants someone else ruling over them. Especially someone who isn't as loving as a woman. Doesn't it make more sense for the women to be in charge if they can oversee minor details and plan better? 

The first thing that needs to be addressed is later in the next few verses it says "husbands should love their wives as their own bodies" What does it mean for someone to love someone as their own bodies? The Greek used a lot of different words for love to put it in it's proper context. They used different words to mean romantic love, brotherly love, love for God, etc. The Greek word used in Eph 5:28 is an Agape love. This means love at it's finest. Ultimate love, a self-sacrificing love. This is the type of love God has for His children. A never ending, never fading, ever present, abounding love. Do people tend to be this way towards themselves? Sure. Not in a conceded or narcissistic way, but in a way that we are going to care for our bodies to keep them healthy and safe. Why else would humans try so hard to avoid dangerous situations? Well, we know our bodies could get harmed or we might even die so we act with enough love to steer clear of danger. So now we know that when the verse says "...love their wives as their own bodies" it means a fine, self-sacrificing love as though to protect and care for.

If husbands truly are doing what's right and trying their hardest to have this love (which is their job) the sentence "..the husband is the head over the wife" isn't so upsetting anymore. If someone honestly cared for you that much, and treated you with that much respect, it would be nice to have them looking after you and guiding you in important, difficult situations. It would almost be like having a guard dog. The level of a wife's trust towards her husband, when he is acting in such a loving, tender way, should be so high that she is completely content with his role of leadership.

In Titus 2 Paul is explaining that the older women should teach the younger women how to be keepers of the home, good mothers, meek, etc. This implies that the older women should be well versed in the ways of the home and raising children. This in turn implies that the women must've been doing these things all along. Mothers taught their children, they grew up and taught their children, and on and on it goes. We see many examples of women who work to teach their children and keep meals on the table (Luke 10:38-40; Proverbs 31; Gen 18:6; Ruth) 

In Gen 18:6 when Abraham asked Sarah to make cakes for their guests, did she whine and say "do it yourself."? Judging by the fact that she calls Abraham her Lord in verse 12, I think not. Abraham knew he could count on Sarah's readiness to help, otherwise he could've asked one of many servants to complete the task. 

The example of the wife in Proverbs 31 is probably who most wives wish they could be like. The list of tasks that she accomplishes seems to go on forever, and nowhere does it mention her ever complaining. In verses 11-12 it says "The heart of her husband trusts in her, and he will have no lack of gain. She does him good, and not harm, all the days of her life." By helping her husband, and giving her 100% her husband is happy and has a trust in her. 

There is a trend in human nature that is hard to avoid. When someone does you good, don't you naturally want to do good back to them? Do you think it was easier for the husband in Proverbs 31 to love his wife (like we described earlier) after he saw how much she was doing for her family? How could he not? And she will be lifted up and glorified by her husband's love, pushing her to continue doing more in her work for her family. 

My husband works as a laborer sometimes for more than 12 hours a day. He works hard all day, comes home and is, of course, very tired. Since I have made the choice to follow the example of a homemaker the Bible has explained in detail, when he comes home he knows he doesn't have to worry about doing a load of laundry, or fixing dinner. Even if we only have sandwiches or leftovers, at least he doesn't have use what power he has left to think about it. 

Are men righteous? No. Are women righteous? No. Sorry, no matter how much we push women's equality, women will never be righteous. No one will be. Both women and men have jobs to do that the Lord has established. It's not hard to understand, and certainly nothing to be ashamed about. I choose to treat my husband like a king and serve him to the best of my ability not because he deserves it, or is righteous, but because I made a promise to God that I would honor him and be loving towards him. Even if I were being treated unjustly, even if I never got a thank you, my servitude towards my husband is practice for my servitude towards my God. Just like a good old fashioned 1950's wife.

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Post of Pictures!

I was told not to do anything embarrassing on our wedding day...
Where Luke TRIED to propose!!
The guys at church looking very springy!
Our zoo has a... Cantelope house?

My two younger brothers weren't cooperating on picture day...


Jumping in leaves at Grandpa's house!

The day we casually hydroplaned off the road in Branson. I only look this happy
 because no one was hurt and there was no real damage!

My favorite wedding day picture
Holding hands with sweet Landon! Love that boy

This is mount cardboard-manjaro. Promptly after moving into an apartment!


Once upon a time I was forced into a choir performance to eat a plate of chocolate pudding and gummy worms. Yuck!

Monday, February 20, 2017

First Valentine's Day Gift... Not Too Wise?

On our first Valentine's day I shed a lot of tears. It was probably one of the least romantic days of my life.

2013 was our first Valentine's day together. Of course we wanted to go out and celebrate. Things were a little hectic around Valentine's day; I was scheduled to start a new job, Luke was just getting into his Co-op, etc. Well just to top it all off, a few months before February 14th I started having a pain in my mouth. I went to see an oral surgeon and he gave me the news: my wisdom teeth are coming! And guess what day they had available for surgery? February 14th.

So the 14th rolls around and I get all settled in, and put under. I woke up in what felt like seconds, thinking they didn't give me enough gas to keep me asleep throughout the whole surgery. They finally got me out of the operation room and took me to sit down in another room.

Apparently, the anesthesia could affect people in different ways. People could be goofy, sad, mad or maybe not much different. My Mom was with me in the room, waiting to see what I'd be like, but she didn't have to wait too long. Next to my chair was a trashcan. I looked at it, and just started to bawl.

I was a basket-case!!

In the elevator leaving the Doctor's office, I said hi to the guy next to us and told my Mom "he's nice". Walking to the car we walked down a sidewalk lined with dead plants (remember, it is winter) and I said the flowers were pretty. I remember feeling like I was acting, I thought I was giving everyone good laugh. But the truth was, I just couldn't control myself.

After picking up my milkshake, we got home and I saw the beautiful flowers my boyfriend had delivered to my house. They sat on the counter with a note for me. I started crying hysterically. "HE GOT ME FLOWERS... BECAUSE HE LOVES ME!" slobber, tears and snot were running down my face, everyone was laughing at me but I was so touched by these flowers. I started to smell the flowers, including the flower pictured on the note card. 

I placed my milkshake on the counter and tried to eat it, I got down on my knees so I was eye level with the shake. "What are you doing?" I just looked at my mom and replied very seriously "I didn't want the shake to feel short"

"How was the surgery? And the Doctor?" my brothers asked. "He was old. He patted me right here" I flung my leg up onto the counter and touched my calf where the doctor gave me a reassuring pat before surgery. 

Then I walked into the living room. You know how girls will steal their boyfriends hoodies and wear them around because the hoodies smell like the boy? I had a shirt I had stolen from Luke, it was a button up work shirt. I had it for so long that I didn't want to give it back dirty so I washed it just before my surgery. I found it in my pile of clothes and put it on. I sat down on the couch. Tears just started streaming down my face. "IT DOESN'T SMELL LIKE HIM" Tears. Uncontrollable tears. This was the saddest thing of all. My little brother tried to comfort me "He'll come over later and you can smell him" I just nodded. That seemed so dumb. 

After a while the real pain started to kick in and it hurt. Bad. I was slobbering so much, my mom decided to change my gauze. "Open your mouth as big as you can" she said. That's not exactly easy to do when most of your face is numb and you have ice packs strapped around your head. "Wider" I was trying! "Wider! No, your mouth. Don't open your eyes wider" Each time she was saying wider I was opening my eyes just a little bit bigger and my mouth was not moving. 

Let's just say we didn't celebrate Valentine's day that year. Or the next year, or the next. It's kind of ruined for us. Oh and did I mention my cheeks got huge? At least it was memorable! 


Tuesday, February 14, 2017

How to: Live with someone else?

Six. Six is the number of times we have moved in 2.5 years. Four is the number of places we have lived together as a family of two. One was the number of times we lived with someone else, in their home. Until December 3rd. After our adorable niece was born and the job hunt for my husband was not going well, we decided to move back to our home roots. We missed our family and close friends. We would be blindly jumping into dangerous waters. My husband had no job, and I would be quitting mine. We were prepared to live on our savings, if that's what it took. Except, if we were going to rent our own place, we would have very little leftover to live on. So, we decide to take up an offer to live with my Mother-in-law (MIL)!

No matter who you're planning on moving in with, it's always a little nerve-racking. You're not sure if you'll get along after a few weeks, you don't know if your schedules will clash, how will sharing the fridge work, etc. And even though I love my MIL to bits, I was still nervous, and embarrassed! 

The first or second week after we moved in, I decided we needed a few groceries. My Husband took on a temporary job, which really lifted the burden of money, so one afternoon while he and his Mom were at work, I hit the grocery store. I picked up a few basic things: eggs, milk, yogurt. You know, simple stuff for lunches and such. I got home just before MIL and was putting my things into the fridge, when she got home, also with grocery bags. It was at this moment I realized we bought almost the exact same items. Boy was I embarrassed! For some reason, I felt like I was invading her space. This was the first lesson I learned about living with someone else: communication. 

Living with my Husband's parent is HARD. Not for the reason you might think, but because she wants to spoil us! My Husband installed one new sink faucet for her, and she insisted on paying him. A lot. And did I mention she won't let us pay her for utilities or extra groceries she provides? She probably enjoys it, but we feel like we're invading. So this has turned into a back and forth game of seeing who can do something special for the other person first. She gets us giftcards for doing small tasks, which we try to refuse and she gives us the Mom eye. So then I cook dinner and insist she eats some of it instead of peanut butter. Or I clean her house while she's at work (she still doesn't know about some of things I've done hehe)

Living with another person in a three bedroom house and sharing most of the space can be difficult, and even awkward, but learning how to live with someone else has taught us a great deal of patience. It also gave us the freedom to pay off our debt faster, and grow back our savings! Who knows, maybe move number 7 will be into a house? 


Monday, February 6, 2017

How We Got Out Of Debt By Graduation Day!

Everyone is talking about getting out of debt. People who are dedicated to getting out of debt so they can "owe no man nothing" have a good mindset. But what about people who can't find a job in their field, and have to work temporarily in a factory? They aren't making the big bucks their degree promised them. How can they work to get out of debt? This is a possibility for everyone-you are not guaranteed a job upon graduation, so what's your plan? Let me share what our plan was, and how it worked, not once he got a job, but by Graduation day!

Our plan:

We were married at the end of my Husband's third year of college at a five year school. While planning out our whole life (as most young, inexperienced couples do), we already determined that I would work while my husband focused primarily on being a full time student. I had no degree, which meant our income would be very low, probably just enough for us to live on. We really wouldn't have much extra cash to pay for semesters of school, so it was going to be on loans. This made us very aware of every penny we had, and every penny we were spending. We were dedicated. And that's what you have to be to get out of debt. We didn't want to have to be paying off loans until we were 40. So here's what we did:

1. Set a Budget

It's very easy to get a paycheck use it to pay all your bills, go to the grocery store and spend however much you want, and use rest of it to go shopping or hang out with friends. What's difficult is limiting yourself and gaining self control. Creating a budget can be intimidating, but it really is easy once you sit down and work through it. One thing that we learned is to start with the things you know for sure. Know the exact amount of your cell phone bill each month? Then that's your budget. Know how much your car insurance is each month? Etc. And for the things that are unknown, start with a low number and try to stick to it. If you absolutely can't, you know you've set an unrealistic goal and can change it. And, each month you'll get better at budgeting! Once you get into a groove and really get the hang of things, you can continue to challenge yourself with budgeting less and less. Even today we eat on only $180/month-- and we eat organic!

2. Have a Separate Savings

During most of the summers my hub found work or did internships. As an engineer, he always got paid for his interns, and we never needed much to live on, so we put it in a special account and didn't think about it. If he did part time work on someone's ranch for a few months, we set that aside too. Each month we tried to look at that special account and apply most, if not all of it to loans. Some times we would go months without having anything extra to put in that separate account, and that's okay. If you leave the extra money in your regular checking account, you'll probably get used to seeing the money. If you put aside money in an account you don't use or check as often, it will be much easier not to miss it when you put it towards your debts!

3. Learn to Say NO!

Look, shopping really adds up. If you've lived your whole life without this cool thing you found at the store, don't you think you can wait until after you reach your out-of-debt goal? The greatest thing I learned how to do is shop with gift cards. If I really wanted to do some shopping, I'd wait until a holiday or birthday and use my gift card on what I'd been eyeing for months. You need to learn how to see cute or cool things at the store and leave without them. This might mean staying clear of your favorite store to avoid temptation!

4. Use Your Unexpected Cash and Scholarships as Loan Payments!

Depending on your situation, you may not be able to afford to do this. However, if you've completed step #1 you may know what your monthly expenditures are and can use the rest of the money towards your loans! If my husband or I got a lot of birthday money, some of it would always go to loans. And same thing with Christmas money. When we got money we weren't expecting, as long as we weren't in a bind, we wouldn't keep it. We'd give it right to the people who we owed 10's of thousands of dollars. When he got extra money from scholarships, we never kept it. It would have been nice for our savings account, but we knew that money was meant for school.

5. Find Creative Ways to Make Extra Cash

One of the great things about my husband is that he is not afraid to work. Even though he was focused on doing well in school and graduating on time, he worked to make extra money when he could. He was constantly asking his friends, classmates, professors and even people he just met, if they had work. He would make a couple extra bucks this way that really helped us get by when my work wasn't cutting it. But after I got a better paying, full time job, we put his extra income in the separate savings account, and put it directly towards school. We were always rummaging through our things looking for things we could sell for extra cash. Even selling his old notes and textbooks really came in handy. There are plenty of ways you can make extra cash without a lot of work involved. Especially in a college town!

My husband got his degree at a five year school in Engineering Management. It took plenty of hard work and dedication but we are officially out of debt! There were a lot of times I passed up on the opportunity to buy something I "loved" and was "heartbroken" but now I can't even remember them! If you really, really, really want to get out of debt, you can learn to take your budgeting and saving skills to the next level! Just think what a 'loan' off your shoulders it will be in the long run!



Tuesday, January 31, 2017

How to Organize a Successful Garage Sale!

Success at the sale

My Mom used to have garage/yard sales at least once a year during the spring time. (Hi Mom!) And the tips she would use to prepare for her sale almost always guaranteed her sale to be a success. She taught me that more people will purchase your items if they are displayed well, well, that and low prices! Here are a few pointers for making your sale a success!

1. Organize your items by category 

When you go to the store you don't see items that don't belong together put next to each other on purpose, do you? You wouldn't go down the shower curtain isle and want to find a suitcase and a half used bottle of vitamin c would you? Keep your items with similar items. If you have enough tables, put one category of items to a table. Have a kitchen table, a home decor table, etc. 

2. Keep your items reasonably priced

When going through and pricing your items ask yourself "how much would I pay for this?" Keep in mind, also, the area you live in. If you live in a relatively poor area don't price your items too high, or they'll never sell. Remember these are used items, if you do have an unopened brand new item, you can try pricing it a little higher. And if you aren't sure what to put for a price, try asking for offers, someone else will always tell you what they want to pay for it.

3. Test your electronic items

If you have electronics in your sale, people will almost always ask "does this work?" be prepared with a detailed answer. Explain any operation flaws and offer to let them test it out before taking it home. It may come in handy to have a power strip and an outlet ready for this. If you tell people "it worked back in..." You won't find many takers.

4. Hang your clothes

If you have the space and the resources, try to hang your clothes. People are much more likely to go through clothes if they aren't laying on a table. If you decide to hang your clothes and need hangers try a department store like Kohl's or JC Penny for free hangers. Keep women's clothes and men's clothes separate. If you do not have the space or resources to hang your clothes, keep them folded nicely on a table and separate them by gender. And if you want to be a pro, place them in size order. 

5. Advertise! 

This is especially important if you live in a bad location. Put up signs, advertise on Facebook, craigslist and other social media (It's free!), put an ad in the newspaper, post flyers in grocery stores and don't forget to tell your friends! Keep your signs simple, but include information. For example "Huge Garage sale Sat 7-12 123 Main St!" Make sure you're writing in bold lettering, because a lot of people won't try to read the sign as they're driving if the writing is too small.

6. Be friendly

How many garage sales have you gone to where people seem like they absolutely abhor having to sell their items to you? There are a lot of people who get grumpy when having a sale. Try your absolute hardest not to be one of those people and say hello to people coming up your drive way. Think of it as people coming into your home. If you are too shy to say hello, offer a smile. It's not as hard as you might think. Make sure you drink your coffee in the morning if you feel like you can't be friendly early in the morning!


People who go out to sales are usually looking for something they just can't live without, by following these simple steps, if you've got it, they're sure to take it off your hands!



Friday, January 6, 2017

The Grandplants?

Have you ever seen that bumper sticker that says "I love my granddog"? Or been told "My son and his wife just got a dog.. I'm a Grandpa!" Well not but a few years ago, we got the very news. My sister-in-law and soon to be brother-in-law found a puppy, Belle. Oh she was a cute little thing! We didn't think much of it until.. We noticed the word "granddog" oh no. Oh no oh no! There is a fine line between the people who jokingly call their pets kids or grand kids and those who actually treat their four legged friends as humans. I quickly began to think "this dog is going to be treated the same as my children!" And oh I did not want that. I suppose I thought too quickly because I soon realized it wasn't that way at all. This pup was not really being treated like a granddog (except kisses on the mouth-yuck!). So now that we have truly established that this dog is just a pet and won't be treated quite the same as a human baby it quickly became fun! Presents "from" Belle. A Christmas card "from" Belle with reindeer antlers on her head. Now we're feeling a little left out because we don't have any pets! One thing we did have a lot of were plants. Indoor and outdoor, we had quite a collection of potted plants! We thought "You know, if a dog can be a grand "child" why can't our plants? They're living too! And so it had begun. They had Belle, and we had the plants. And of course they had to have names! We decided on names starting with 'd'. Danny, Dafney etc. And then it happened... we did something so out of the blue, so original, it had everyone guessing. If Belle could make a "Happy holidays" card, why couldn't we? Well, we certainly had enough equipment in our apartment to make this happen. White blanket for bankground? Check. Camera? Check. Gather all the plants and wear matching flannels? Check!

Happy Holidays! Hope they were great!