My Blanken World

My world of boys, textiles and moving.

…..aaaaand hold. June 11, 2013

 

 

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I’m in a holding pattern… and I don’t like it.   While the school year has ended freeing my mind up from one more task and me up to get things done, it’s not time to get them done yet.  I’m stuck with nothing to do and a million things that will need to be done.  Soon….

 

I don’t like sitting still.  I’m a multitasker at heart, but I also have a short attention span too, so the major projects I’ve been working on…. for months, are starting to really wear me thin.  I want to move on, but again, here I am…. waiting.

 

My sewing is about to be put in a box.  My knitting is about to be put in a bag.  My tools are being packed up to be brought out at the next house.  No projects to distract me.

 

I’m trying to think of it as the calm before the storm, but that just gets me more anxious.

 

I am however finding some comfort in the thought that I know the Lords hand is in all this.

 

There are lessons I’m not learning so I need to stay here a bit longer and big things that need to be done, that can’t be, until I have a full grasp of what He expects.  And I tend to be a bit thick, I need extra time for it to sink in.

 

No matter what, things will be happening.  My oldest will be graduating next week and moving out at the end of the month.  We will be transferring to the reserves and attempting civilian life, again.  Moves and major life changes – it’s scary, especially when I’m already tired and worn out, instead of the usual excitement and anticipation I feel with change.

 

But knowing that it’s all got a bigger purpose than just me and that it’s handled by someone bigger and better than me (thank goodness it’s not handled by me!), is what keeps me hanging on in this holding pattern.  I have a feeling this particular landing may be a bit rough and may only be a lay over, but I’m going to learn what I can from it just like I always do and enjoy the scenery while I can.

 

 

 

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On the hunt…. May 19, 2013

Filed under: Boys,Dentist,Family,Hubby,Moving,Pets,Places — blankenmom @ 10:10 pm
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Whether I’m ready for the next step or not, it’s happening – this weekend we went out and looked at houses in the area my dentist man has chosen.  He has agreed to the acreage, but we’re not exactly sure if it’s to keep the neighbors away from us…. or us from the neighbors?  Either way, we don’t want to be able to see people.  ”You…. you just stay over there, got it!”

 

At least an acre was the prerequisite.  But while we were out on the hunt, we discovered that an acre was not nearly enough to keep people at bay.  I could still see them.  I could still hear them…. and their little dogs.  Granted my husband is a fibber when he says “This is the last house”, so technically I wouldn’t have to listen to it the rest of my life, but I still don’t want to hear other people’s dogs, or kids, or music, or cars.  Ok, maybe it’s to keep me from them?

 

We noticed two and a half was just about right.  The two we really liked were both on about that much.  And both are completely different.

 

A one story, which is good for large dogs (with a very tiny “basement”). It was obviously renovated to sell quickly.  A “flip” if you will, but very nicely done!  It’s on a pretty level lot.  Tiny yard, but about one and half acres of dry grass (think hay) as a good “buffer zone”.  Two outbuildings for various tools *grin*……  Because most of the land is dry, the sheep and goats would keep the fire hazard at bay.  It has absolutely no view to speak of, unless you like looking at fields of hay?  But that’s fine, that means I don’t see other people’s houses either.

 

My favorite draw to this house is the open kitchen/great room area.  The house may be smallish, but it feels huge and has windows everywhere.  That would mean it needs nothing done except to be personalized.  That would be something we’ve never encountered?

 

The other is two stories, same square footage, but not good for large dogs.  The upstairs living area is completely redone, but all the bedrooms and downstairs are in serious need of renovations (excluding the very well done bathrooms – THAT is a new one for us.  Stupid bathrooms).  Most of the land has a slope to it, but also has nice, smaller watered area we could envision a pool in at some point.  There is also an out building with great storage.  The slope would be great for sheep and goats, not much else.  My dentist man loves the view.

 

Our draw to this is the downstairs, which would make a great living area for the boys (read: keep the funk in one place) which has 2 bedrooms and a “great room” area with a second partial kitchen.  Nice for entertaining.

 

So this week, we’ll be going over all the info to see which house we think will work better for us.  The boys, including the big one, are leaning towards the two-story, while I’m leaning towards the one.  I can hear my dentist man from the other room “Happy wife – Happy life boys.  Remember this!”  Thanks dear?

 

Through-out the day we got a lesson in home oddities.  We learned there was a such thing as a “built-in blender”.  One house, which didn’t seem to have a front door, had a lovely cat pee aroma but wanted full market value – we left rather quickly.  We looked at a very strange house with a cat door into the master bedroom.  The same house had an indoor gun range and over 3400 sqft, but all of it was partitioned off almost like cubicles? I’m not even sure how many rooms there actually were in the house, I started getting a bit lost?  I would have taken the house and knocked out all the walls, but the land was unusable.  Two acre’s of hill.  Besides, I don’t think my fat cat would fit through that tiny cat door?

 

Before looking at houses on Sunday, the boys and I toured the town while their dad worked at his new office on Saturday (one day a week until we’re out of active duty).  The town was throwing some sort of carnival, so we thought we’d join in.  Hours of rides to keep them entertained.  *SPOILED*

 

 

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While it was exhausting and I’m still adjusting to the idea, it was nice to not think about “that house” for a few hours.  A nice breath before the leap into our newest adventure.

 

Moving on…. May 5, 2013

 

 

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I have been ignoring you…. could you tell?  Don’t take it personal, it’s for a good reason I swear!

 

With my dentist man being home, it’s been a whirl-wind of activities.  Visiting friends and family all last week.  This weekend “that house” is getting its final touches, we went out to the “dry side” and checked out a few homes and the place he’ll be practicing.

 

 

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And what a perfect week to do it too – it’s been gorgeous!  I mean really  - it’s never like this?  Nearly 90* in May?  Sorry mid-west, we stole your sunshine.  We’ll give it back, I promise… maybe.

 

We left the oldest two home, since they have a life and all.  I felt like I was forgetting something the whole time?  But the younger two enjoyed their time “alone”.

 

It’s a very strange feeling to be looking for what’s supposed to be your final home?  It just seems so…. final?  I’m so not used to this concept and I’m not sure how I feel about it yet.  How do you look around a town and think “Yup, these are the same faces I want to see for the next 60 years”?

 

To relieve some of my anxiety we are getting land though.  My time with neighbor’s is done!  I know, that seems a bit harsh, but let’s admit here and now that we haven’t had the best track record the last few years them?  Not to mention, it saves my neighbors from having to deal with me!

 

 

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While it’s not my first choice of places to live, it is dry – dry is the key word here.  I can’t take anymore rain and the “dry side” has four distinct season.  I do love a good reason to knit and snow does that for you!  And I’ll be the first one to admit that I’ve thought I wouldn’t like a place before and changed my mind, so please don’t take my hesitation as complaint, it’s merely caution before a new situation.  After this year, I would rather have familiarity than excitement and adventure, but adventure is what I’ll get none-the-less!

 

 

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Life is like that.

 

We’re moving again, but this time on to a new kind of adventure.

 

 

 

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Homecoming day April 25, 2013

Filed under: Boys,Family,Hubby,Military,Navy — blankenmom @ 8:46 pm
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Two years…. we’ve been stationed here two years and after two years, he’s finally home.  I’ve seen him a total of a month and a half, but not all at once.  But he’s home now.  *sigh of relief*

 

The funnier part of that – “that house” will be done next week.  He missed all the fun!

 

He flew home earlier than the ship to make room for what’s called “The Tiger Cruise”, where they take civilians on board (no spouses for obvious reasons) to show them what their sailor’s life has been like.  So my husbands bunk is now occupied by some grandmother… we’re having a great time picturing her trying to climb into his top bunk!

 

 

 

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Since the oldest is 18 now, we left the 3 younger’s in his care while I headed off to the base almost 3 hours away.  First time… I was sweating it a bit.  (No deaths to report however)

 

My attempt to reach my husband, on the most beautiful week we’ve seen in literally 6 months, was quite the adventure.  An hour and a half through beautiful farms next to the water, over long bridges, narrow country roads with trees overhead just to get to the ferry that I almost missed in spite of leaving early.  I was the last car on….. nearly hanging off.   If I had to of waited for the next one, I would have been an hour and a half late to pick him up – Not cool.  I was so happy to have made it, tears were coming to my eyes!

 

 

 

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The ferry ride made for a good time to finish up soccer plans for the evening (not mine, but my teams) and contractor talk and then politely telling them I won’t be answering the phone for two days…. so you can try to call, but I’m not answering!  A nice forty-five minute ride across and I was delivered to the island where the base is located.

 

 

 

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I managed to hit school release.  *sigh* Darn public schoolers!

 

Finally I made it to the base.  I was so excited to have made it, I had forgotten to ask the guards for map at the gate which left me up to my own, directionally challenged self, to find where his plane was landing…. on an air base…. which means planes are everywhere you look.  I am now very well acquainted with this base.  Finally seeing a building where women were all decked out in their finest AND hauling babies in strollers, I figured that must be the spot!

 

I parked myself in the terminal the furthest from the crowd I could get and began reading while waiting,  in an attempt to not hear everyone’s conversations about their sexy new skivvies, how they made their outfit, their babies outfit and decked out the house for homecoming all from Pinterest, or how they’re going to mount their man in the parking lot…. ok, maybe the reading wasn’t working so well?  Anyway, I figured he’d be one of the last guys off, so I wasn’t going to stand at the door.  The next thing I know the woman in front of me who had been nervously chatting up the woman next to her for 30 minutes stopped, looked at me in sheer disgust, hands to her side in “Jazz hands” style and a grunt in her throat as my husband poked me to get my attention.

 

“Oh – hey!”  *Picture my grin from ear-to-ear*

Her face of “That’s it?” as we turned to the doors and walked out, was left behind.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here!!”

 

We headed to the base hotel that we booked for the night just the two of us.  Dinner, a little t.v., pictures of his adventures and some alone time.  He was finally home.

 

What an amazing day!

 

 

 

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Stupid question? April 12, 2013

Filed under: Boys,Family,Random thoughts — blankenmom @ 10:03 pm
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We’ve all heard that there is no such thing as a stupid question…. but we all know that there really is.

 

Or “Ask a stupid question; get a stupid answer.”  which is probably more accurate than the first line here.

 

As a homeschool mom, I get all kinds of questions all. day. long.  Some really good ones, some that are just part of schoolwork and then there are some questions that you really have to wonder about…. “Child, did you just seriously ask me that?”

 

I am notorious for asking stupid questions though (just ask my husband) – some I don’t expect answer’s too, some are honest questions that I probably should know the answer to, but don’t.  And since no one wants to answer them, I’m left wondering.  Sometimes, that can be a very bad thing….

 

 

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I remember once in high school, asking someone what the piece of paper was that came with my car tags every year, “You should know that by now.” and they walked off.  About 10 years later I found out it was the registration for my car and I had been throwing it out all those years not knowing.

Should I have known?  Probably.  But if no one tells you, how do you find out?

 

Which is why I always, always answer honest questions, no matter how stupid they sound…. I may answer with a giggle, but I answer none-the-less!

 

I’m not talking rude questions here…. “Are you done having kids?” asked the Sears appliance woman.  I just looked at her in dismay?

 

I thought of this the other day when my oldest came home from school and was telling me about his day.  He was talking about his new Business Statistics teacher.  He had dared ask a question in class and the teacher began a 15 minute lecture on how stupid the question was and told him he obviously needed to go back to pre-algebra.  Nice – what is the school paying you for again?

Thank goodness he has a tutor who actually does her job!  In spite of struggling with math, he’s top of his class, no thanks to a teacher who thinks it’s above him to answer questions.

When he went to class the next week, he ended up showing his teacher how to use his own calculator.

 

If there is any point here, it’s that there really are dumb questions, but as long as they’re honest questions – answer them.  At some point in time, you’ll have dumb questions too.  We all have them.  And they all need to be answered.

 

 

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