Who are you again???

We were given homework, at work. Really. I thought my days of having to do research and homework were over but alas, no. The project was to write our own Mission statement for our animal hospital. It was a project that was supposed to help us feel like part of the bigger picture of the business itself. While researching mission statements online I came across a site that spoke of making personal mission statements. It started with thinking of five words that expressed who you are and what you stand for. Wow, that should have been easy. After all, for the past 3 years I have been working on myself and bettering my life right? So why on earth could I not come up with 5 simple words to express who I am? Even worse, the words I could come up with I wasn't even convinced of!

It has upset me greatly but I have now realized that I have no idea who I am now. I have no clue what I stand for or what words would describe who I am. How could this have happened? The only thing I can think of is that somehow in my mission to change and reinvent my life, I forgot an important step in the process. I forgot the discovery of who this new person is and what she stands for. I rebuilt this life I am currently in but forgot a very important part of the foundation. This could be bad for the future of anything I have built if its not backed by solid foundation right? So that is my newest mission. I need to figure out who I am now and what I stand for. Granted, it will change. All things that move forward change or they die. It's that simple. But for now at least I need something to start with. So I need to figure out the five words that describe me and I need to believe them. 

Mission accepted. First I need some more coffee. 

Rednecks go a rollin...

So it looks like we may be moving. This redneck gaggle of geese is searching for a new home. Or a home altogether. After crunching the numbers again and again we've come to the conclusion that we simply cannot afford to keep living here. This house, is literally suffocating us financially. So, we need smaller digs. Now with 5 permanent residents and 2 weekend floaters, this will be a feat like no other. I'm not really looking forward to this. We already have so many issues I'm not sure that moving is going to improve that. But financially it may be our own option.

The old man wants to move closer to his home in Coal country Pa. It's a poor area for sure. However, we would have his family as a support system. Well, more than what we have now. That's pretty sad to admit. And this area of Pennsylvania is REAL redneck. This are is where all those redneck jokes were created.

No seriously....

Banjo playing redneck.

Hey, maybe we could get a trailer with a Muddin wheels for off roadin!

Redneck Brady Bunch

You know I've heard it said that change is an incredible journey that makes us all better and stronger people. Well in my most humble opinion... change sucks big monkey balls.

So I logged in today to see what I've missed in the past year. I think I missed myself to be honest. I am reading my old posts and it shocks me. So last year, my husband and I separated and I moved out. Off to change my life and conquer the world! And I'm still desperately trying. Sorry, no girl power, ass kicking happy ending.... yet. I'm still struggling. Learning to live on the edge of poverty and homelessness. And with two kids to boot. But I'm still alive and in search of true happiness and peace. I started dating a guy last year who has 3 girls of his own. They are 10, 12 and 15 years old. (did I mention all girls?) We are currently sharing a house and trying to figure out how the hell life handed us each other. If two people were more meant for each other just based on our incredible bad luck, it's us. In case you are wondering, 5 kids is a hell of a lot worse than just two. My kids are 5 and 8 years old. It's almost the damn Brady Bunch without the smiling and quirky joviality.

Although there is a lot of stress, tears and worry, there is also a  lot of happiness and love. In our own way. We are not the Brady Bunch. By a long shot. We are more of a motley group of souls looking for our own happy ending. I was thinking of renaming this blog and deleting some of my old posts but decided against it. A journey begins somewhere right? And it continues.