Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Cleaning products as painting tools part 1 of 2

I love it when things turn out better than you thought it would. I love it even more when that project that turned out better than you thought it would, also was easier than you thought it would be.

Before we moved to North Dakota, I asked Cheyenne what color she wanted her room to be. "Purple'' and she waves her little finger at me with a stern look, "not yellow." Which is funny because her room in our Colorado rental house was yellow, she didn't show any indications that it bothered her in the slightest.  But I guess it was terrible.

Every time I have painted something in the past I have painted just plain colors and I wanted to spice it up this time, but I was a bit nervous.  Especially since if it turned out horrible, I knew I would be the one painting over it. I. Do. Not. Like. To. Paint.

Somehow I end up doing it a lot though.

We let Cheyenne help pick the paint, and she picked out a very dark purple. Can you imagine a whole room in that dark of a purple? Ugh.  Thankfully, she was agreeable to it being an accent color.

I wanted a nice stiff brush, I'm not sure why, but I did.

Nice stiff brushes are not found in the painting aisle. And hey, wouldn't ya know it, brushes are cheaper in the cleaning aisle anyways.

I got the stiffest brush I could find, again I'm not sure why, but that's what I wanted and I get what I want...at least when it comes to cleaning tools. Oh please, oh please, can I get my way somewhere else sometime...like at Cabela's?

After finally getting her room painted light purple, I nervously dipped my brush in the dark purple and gave it a try.  Not to bad I thought, so I kept going.

10 minutes later I stepped back and decided that adding more would only ruin the effect.

10 minutes!!!

Let me say that one more time. It only took me 10 minutes to texturize that wall.

I asked Cheyenne how she liked it "I LOVE it, it's not yellow." Yup the yellow bedroom was an epic failure.  She still likes showing off her purple room, best 10 minutes ever spent painting!

And if you are smarter than I you won't clean out the brush so well after your done painting.  I'm sure I'll be forced to clean something with it now.

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Saturday, September 21, 2013

A day in the life of an oilfield wife

My husband is up before dawn, and gone within five minutes of waking up.  I'm left alone laying in bed with the familiar pit in my stomach.  I'm alone, again.  It's not long before I'm up to.  I have the normal housewife chores, the mom chores and the household chores.

I also have the honey-do-list.  I would love to make a honey-do-list for my husband.  I would love to have more help with things around the house.  But that's not going to happen anytime soon.

That's not to say he doesn't help; because he does.  Yesterday he worked 18.5 hours.  That doesn't leave much time for a honey-do-list.

Honey will you please mow the lawn?....you're kidding right.
Honey will you please find the smoke alarm that is chirping and fix it?....do it yourself.
Honey will you please carry that really heavy bookshelf downstairs?...find a way to get it down there yourself.
Honey will you please take out the trash?...put on your big girl panties and do it yourself.

I have been known to take apart pieces of furniture (like bookshelves or dressers), carry the pieces downstairs and put it back together. Sure that can take me an hour or more and it would take him five minutes.  But I know that that five minutes is five minutes less that he could see the kids, and they need him even more than I do.

We are wanting to buy a generator for backup heating in the cold North Dakota winters.  So finding an electrician and researching generators...my job.

Figuring out what homeschool curriculum to use...my job.

Finding a place to take the car in to get some work done...my job.

Honey-do-lists are for only the things I absolutely, positively can not do myself.  As time goes on and my power tool skills grow, this is less and less.

You may be thinking right now that this is crazy, and you're right.  You may be thinking right now that he should help me more, but there you're wrong.  When he has days off he is willing to help me with anything I desire help on.  But the thing is, that we need to just hang out with him.  The kids need to play with their dad, they need to catch bugs with their dad, they need to talk to their dad.  And I need to cuddle on the couch and watch TV with him, more than I need him to take out the trash.

The kids and I have long days.  He doesn't have a regular schedule; he isn't home at 5:00 sharp everyday; we don't know what time he will be home til he walks in the door.  Some days it could be 2:00 but that is rare.  Most of the time the girls and I eat dinner without him.  Most of the time he is here to help put them to bed. Sometimes he isn't.

Our lives are unpredictable. We could move somewhere new at anytime.  He could go out of town for work and be gone for a week or two, or even three. Some oilfield men are gone for months at a time.  We could get a call saying there has been an accident on the rig at any moment.

I hear so many people say "oh the money must be great".  Yes, it is a good paying job, so I can go buy a brand new extra large plush couch...and sit on it alone.  That good paying job comes at an even higher price.

My kids are good, loving kids but some days they whine and kick and hit each other like crazy.  Much like any other kids I'm sure.  But when they start acting out of control 99.9% of the time they haven't seen their dad much lately.  And it breaks my heart that they miss him so much.  It breaks my heart that I can't even tell them how much longer it is til he comes home.

By now, you probably think we would be nuts to live this life. You may be onto something there.

The oilfield, like it or not, runs America.  Your car needs gas and you probably use things like shampoo, shaving cream, nail polish, hair dye, lipstick, lotion, and band aids.  In your house you probably have a refrigerator, paint, pillows and trash bags. Your kids probably play with balloons, crayons and footballs.  You probably take aspirin and antihistamines. You probably wear clothes and shoes. And all those things need oil to make them. (see more things made with oil here)

You can not even ride a bike to avoid supporting the oilfield, cause those bike tires are made from oil.

There is a certain sense of pride that comes with knowing you're part of something that runs the greatest country in the world. My husband is supporting his family in the way that he knows best, and he loves the oilfield. We love him.  He is oilfield through and through. We are an oilfield family.

We wouldn't have it any other way. We are oilfield proud.

My husbands rig.

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Wednesday, September 18, 2013

A busy life

I know, I have been MIA...again.  But life is happening here.  We just moved to North Dakota and so far we LOVE it here! We have a nice house, a few acres, we live in a smaller community and best of all daddy gets to come home every night.  Which makes for happier children.

When I go outside in the evenings I can hear the coyotes in the distance, a luxury I haven't had since I left home.

If moving wasn't enough we have changed homeschool curriculums.  The one we had just wasn't working for us.  It was way to easy for Harlee.  She was board and it consisted of nothing but workbooks. Blah.  We got our new materials in the mail today and we are excited! Lots of books to read and science projects!  Only a couple of workbooks, can't quite get away from those.

Harlee is in 1st grade math! She really has a gift for math. Our old curriculum had a worksheet that said 'circle 7 cats' and there was a picture with 9 cats.  Harlee said "If I circle 7 cats then there will be 2 not circled because 9-2=7, so there is a surplus of 2 cats in this picture, and Mom why do I have to circle 7 cats you know I can count to 100."

Needless to say it was hard to get her to concentrate on something she didn't feel the need to do.  And frankly she didn't need to do it. So we changed. And now we are happier.

As if moving, unpacking, a new house with land to take care of, homeschool and my kids didn't keep my busy enough.  We decided to get a pet. Cause ya know, I need something else to do.

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