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job search should be allowed on resumes

Good afternoon my fellow blog lovers across the world. I am going to have a rant blog today and we are going to discuss how much of a pain in the ass job searching is!! Yes, I just said the bad word that I tell my children not to say. 

I’m sitting here in my living room with my legs crossed on the over sized chair across from the television, eating cheese dip and salsa, and feeling the warmth coming from my roaring fireplace that I in some magical way have kept it going now for several hours. I have given up momentarily on my job search; I just needed a breather from search engines, cover letters, resumes, salary requirements, benefit packages, and job skills, So, here I am stuffing my face with salsa that I believe was made with fire, just so I can feel something other than anxiety and the urge to jump ship. Looking for a new job or a new career path is not the marshmallow in my hot cocoa. I have been self employed for quite some time and I love it. I want more though and I need more stimulation and challenge in my life. So, on top of being a mother and homemaker and entrepreneur, I have decided to go back into the workforce.

I cannot believe how time consuming looking for a job is today. I say this like I have been around for ages and I’m only in my early thirties. Resumes today are filled with fluff and verbiage that employers just don’t care about. To be honest so many employers care about  being bilingual and having a bachelors degree, not matter what the degree is and then the pay is so low that I don’t understand how someone could live off of the salary that these employers are wanting to pay. Don’t get me wrong, a job is a job and I am in no way a nose pointing money hungry better than. I’m frugal and I make life work with what I have.  But, when you are actively searching for a job – it is a full time job in itself. I have been on the “hunt” since last Friday and I haven’t done my laundry, washed my sheets, eaten a meal with my family, shaved my legs, or even gone to the grocery store. I am full fledged deep inside the job market and completely obsessed. 

Just the other night, my husband I were spending time together hanging out in the kitchen after the kids went to bed and what was I doing? I WAS ON MY PHONE SEARCHING FOR JOBS AND EMAILING THEM TO MYSELF FOR FOLLOW UP THE NEXT DAY! My poor sweet husband just looked at me, sighed a little, and I eventually put down the phone and breathed a little. So, yes I think that we should put “job search” on our resumes; at least for those who just won’t give up like myself. 

I promise to give myself a night off from job searching tonight. No I promise to only spend two hours tonight researching job opportunities. That’s fair, right? 🙂 Thanks for listening and perhaps I will be on this evening to give you a new blog with something less rant and more fun.

…..til we blog again – Heather

i promise have not run away…..i’ve been SICK

tissueboxclipartalright, i know….the pain has been almost unbearable and i’m sorry – i miss you too. i have not run away; i’ve been super sick. it sucks, i do realize this. especially when i have been coughing my frenzied brain off for two weeks now while taking care of a house full of hungry children, a tall husband and two dogs!! i am however on the mend of healthy so i wanted to tell you all that i have my little red book ready with tons of cough syrup induced blog post ideas that i cannot wait to share with you all. happy wednesday everyone!

-heather

sand between my toes grows and grows…

we all know that everyone of us has been to the BEACH at least once in our lifetime. i grew up traveling to the Florida beaches every summer as a child. i remember the long car rides, the stops at the gas stations, picking up a bag of white cheddar smartfood popcorn, a soda and a pouch of big league chewing gum. and then when we finally made it to the strip, we’d roll the windows down, and take in the the salty smell of the ocean water and listen to the waves crashing onto the sand. what i wouldn’t give to be a child just one more time, to enjoy the beach as i did when i was little. it was magical.

mush. mush. mush…..you’re clear. it’s all over. now to discuss the photo of yours truly packed deep in the sand. this picture was taken a few years ago, when my hibby and i took our four girls to the beach. our children’s ages were 7, 6, 3, and 8 months. well, as a mommy i was overly protective of our tiny tot who i kept clear from the sun as much as possible. what am i talking about? i’m still an overly protective boundary making mommy and i’m sure i always will be! my hibby and met his parents down at the beach house that year and so they packed up and lugged to the beach with us that day. we were covered from head to toe in sunscreen. we had tents. umbrellas. coolers packed with ice cold waters and juice pouches. beach towels. and of course sand toys galore. we had a blast.  it was everything to see my little spawns splashing in the water and digging in the sand. i had given our tiny tot to my mother in law so i could play freely in the sand with my three year old. meanwhile my hibby took the older two to splish and splash in the crashing waves. fun right! of course. what i was not expecting was a full on body bury by my underestimated three year old. i mean look…can you believe that a three year old could man handle that sand the way she did? me neither! but it’s true. i was trapped and in my entrapping, i had the most fun…just like i was when i was a little girl myself.

we haven’t been to the beach in a few years as a family. so i am geared up in my cozy slippers, my house robe, and stripped beanie, just basking in the vision of the hot sunny beach that awaits us this summer. this time however….i think i may sneak a sand dig on all the kids myself! i can’t wait and i’ll be sure share with you all too.

-heather

have you looked under your oven recently? i have and guess what i found…

let me start out by saying…I LOVE TO COOK. there i said it. it’s in the open for the universe to see and know that even when it’s 6 o’clock and i’m tormenting my family because i have to cook dinner….i’m secretly reveling in my awesomeness. that’s right, i am the next top mom chef. lies? no. i don’t think so. more like the secret truth behind the the story of heather, super hero at heart.

what’s with my ranting about my awesome cooking skills? sit down and i’ll tell you. see unlike many of you, i hold the world record for “losing” food under the …..dunn…dunn…dunn…OVEN! shh…..the oven people might hear, so try and contain the excitement for what i am about to speak of.

so i’m cooking. in my groove and doing my thing. and then BHAM, a brussel sprout drops to the floor and what does it do? it rolls. that’s right. it rolls right under the oven of all places. gone. haha. i think to myself….”i can save you brussel sprout”. so i set my bamboo spatula down on the counter and take the all mighty four legged I lost something position. but much to my disbelief, the under oven is CLEAN and free of any brussel spout waiting to be saved and fed to the dog. it’s just as if it had never dropped and rolled under the oven at all. oh man. so i think “boy am i going to have a toot of a brussel sprout stinking up my kitchen next week”. but no. no stinky smell. no brussel sprout. because the oven people captured the dropped brussel sprout and took it away for their people of the oven feast. it’s not just the brussel sprout. it’s all things. they stop at nothing to eat the rolling goods.

i have oven people living under my oven, capturing and eating the food that drops and rolls underneath. i bet you do too. so….what may i ask has rolled under your oven recently?

-heather

what's under your oven?

what’s under your oven?

what a mom is on a weekly basis…

a mom's week

a mom’s week

okay, so i have four amazingly beautiful, different, stubborn and talented little girls; ages 5 – 12. HANDFUL? why of course they are! would i change it for anything in the entire world? NO WAY! would i like to jump off a bridge onto a fluffy cloud of absolute serenity? SOMETIMES. as many of you who are reading this, know, MOMS DO A LOT. i can vouch for dads too, but since i am a mother and not a father – i come on a LOTTLE (not a little but a little bit of a lot)….a LOTTLE biased about who does a heavier load around the home front.

yes..yes..yes….i am an avid appreciator of my dear loving and hard working hibby(husband) for working as hard as he does. i do love him to the end of the earth and we both have unconditional love like no other. even with unconditional love and appreciation; there is still room for feeling like a cup runneth over without an inch down time to put yourself back into “heather reality”. i stay at home and handle most if not all of the daily household and family duties and i also run my own photography business. i love my work. i love being able to be home with my kids when they are feeling under the weather. i love seeing their faces when they walk through the door from a long day at school. i love the light in their smile when they see me in carpool line. i love hugging my hibby tight when he get home. i love all of it. i have been very blessed to have the opportunity to be apart of my children’s lives and make a living at the same time.

the only fall back is that sometimes, not always, but at least twice a year i get the itch that i can’t find to scratch. i can tell ya where it itches, but there just does NOT seem enough scratching power to calm it down right away. sooooo…..it got my frenzied brain on the go go go and i came up with what i am on a weekly basis to my family. anyone else feel this way too? feel free to share!

perhaps…..’tis the time for some scratching ‘-)