Pimpin' My Ride

I saw a sign the other day that read used semi trucks for sale.  I thought what an interesting job that would be to be able to see the country first hand, on the road.  It seems everyone wants to fly over our country rather than experience it.  You would spend a lot of time in that truck cab since you would  eat, sleep and work there.
I would want the interior to be comfortable and fit my personality, interests, and needs.  After all, if I'm going to drive across the country, I would want to do it in style.  How do they say it?  I would "pimp my ride"!

My bed would have luxurious high thread count sheets with a colorful comforter.  The black out curtains would be a nice pattern that felt like home.  And rather than the boring gray or black floor mats, I would get the whole thing custom carpeted.  I would cover my seats with fabric that felt cool in the summer and warm in the winter.

I also learned that you can install an inverted to "push" your electronics so you can have a flat screen TV with DVD player.  And my sound system would be incredible and of course, accommodate my iPod so I would have all my favorite tunes.  And although I would not use my lap top while driving, I would have a charger so that it would be up and ready to go whenever I stopped.

And lastly, if I had room, why not add a small refrigerator?  Or a toaster?  Yes, my semi would be my home away from home and I would travel the country while enjoying it.

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Why Me?

I have been blessed with a good job, working for truly good people, however, this has not always been the case.  My search to find this job was long and hard.  I was in a no end job which was boring, exhausting, and the hours were awful.  I searched for six months, doing all the usual things, like calling, interviewing, and filling out applications.  In the end, it was my resume that saved me.

For the position I now hold, my employer received over 200 emails in response to his ad in the newspaper.  And this was all on the first day it posted.  Out of the 200, he chose to call me for a phone interview.  This lead to an interview in person, where he divulged why he was touched by my resume and felt compelled to call me.

I included a picture at the top right hand corner of my resume.  Be assured that I'm no drop dead beauty.  At the time I was a small, 43 year old woman with graying hair.  What added to the picture was that in the area of Certifications, I listed that I was forklift certified.  I have always felt that the more you know, the more valuable you are to your employer.  I learned all I could, and certified in everything I could at my previous job, and it was paying off.  My potential new employer couldn't believe that this less than intimidating woman in the picture was forklift certified, and he had to see it for himself, and in the end, offered me the job.

A lesson to remember whether you are writing your resume yourself, or using a free resume builder.  Include those unusual things that set you apart from the hundreds of others who will undoubtedly apply for the job you are seeking.

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Our Kitchen Counter

Our kitchen is where all the action is... whether we're sitting around talking, playing a game, doing homework, baking, painting fingernails, administering first aid... it all happens in our kitchen.  It's the hang out.  And with our kitchen, anything goes.

We are a game playing family... and a competitive family.  And not just the regular board games like Ticket to Ride, or Settlers of Cataan.  We create our own games.  Crazy games.  One game involved coming down the hall weaving in and out of the bar stools, throwing a ball into a cup or bowl, sliding across the counter, and countless other obstacles all within the confines of the kitchen.  And you were timed.  Then of course, everyone would like to go again and again trying to beat the best time.  We have had anywhere from 65 pounds to 190 pounds sliding across our kitchen counter at top speeds.

Since the first time the nail polish was spilled on the carpet, a new rule was established that all manicures and pedicures were to be done in the kitchen.  I can't tell you how many times we played "Salon" and had a plate of  Pepperidge Farm Milano cookies to serve as I applied the polish.

Dying Easter Eggs is a holiday tradition and thank goodness for a countertop sealer to protect from the many drops and spill of egg dye.  At Halloween, this counter is full of sliced pumpkin bread and a crock pot full of cider for cold Trick or Treaters.  Thanksgiving brings countless pies created and Christmas fills the counter with candies and cookies.  New Years and the counter is covered with snacks and plastic champagne glassed filled with sparkling cider.

If our kitchen counter could talk.

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Graduation Trips

Whenever one of my kids graduates from high school I offer them one of two things.  They can either have some money to help with college, or the two of us can go on a trip together.  I don't think I need to tell you which one I prefer!  They choose the destination... within reason.

My oldest chose a trip to New York City.  She's my performing arts girl and dreamed of living in New York since she was very young.  It was positively fun, fun, fun.  We wondered all over, ate New York food which was fabulous, rode the subway, and saw a Broadway show.  She moved to New York after graduation and is still there to this day.  You'd think I'd be more careful about how far I take them, but another daughter chose Cancun, Mexico.

We relaxed on the beach, nearly drowned in the ocean (another blog), drank virgin pina coladas, zip lined through the jungle, and explored Chichen Itza.  We had an incredible time and have a photo album full of incredible memories.  Although we had the time of our lives, fortunately, she did not feel compelled to live there.

Next up for graduation is my youngest, and does she have a trip planned!  She has always wanted to learn to surf and has chosen Hawaii as her destination.  Apparently on the island of Maui there is an all inclusive surf camp... but not just a "camp".  The have chefs there preparing healthy meals, tropical smoothies, and nutritious snacks.  There is yoga, and massage, and countless other spa services.  And each morning and afternoon you take surf lessons.  Honestly is sounds more like a weight loss health spa!  But among the beautiful Hawaii islands, I'm sure we will never notice.

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Your Day of The Week

Every family has their plumbing concerns.  The plugged up toilet.  The leaky faucet.  The time you forgot you were filling the bathtub up and it overflowed.  The loose hose on the washing machine.  The time you had to purchase a water heater replacement.  Everything, plus the kitchen sink.  Aaah... the kitchen.

I have always teased my children that the reason I had seven kids was so that I would have one kid to do the dishes each day of the week.  And that is exactly what we did with the chores.  Each one would choose their day of the week, according to their commitments with soccer practice, basketball practice, dance, piano lessons, theater rehearsal, etc...  On this day, you were responsible for ALL the dishes of that day.  Basically, keeping the kitchen clean was your responsibility.  By the next morning, EVERYTHING should be washed and the kitchen clear for the next siblings wash day.  If this was not accomplished there was a stiff penalty.  You had ALL the dishes for the following day as well.  And the person who had that day, did nothing.  The kids were very strategic.  They knew who was most likely to falter.  I won't name names, but the minute this person would choose their day, for example Tuesday.  The wise children immediately would want to claim Wednesday, knowing full well that they may get a lot of days off!

Now having the children do the dishes was great because they really learned how to keep the kitchen clean.  And they worked hard at it.  The got after each other about leaving dishes all over the house, or using multiple cups throughout the day, and not rinsing their dishes when they were done.  I didn't have to nag.  They nagged each other.  But the one draw back was their haste in getting their dishes done and our disposal took the brunt of it.

Why go to the garbage can to scrap a plate when you have this contraption that grinds up anything?  So they thought.  It is safe to say they have also learned that the tiny baby spoons won't make it through the disposal.  Chicken bones will break up, but it doesn't sound pretty.  And the remains of an artichoke, leaves and all will definitely break the disposal!  And now that most are married and living on a budget, they remember this when it comes to their disposal.

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Per Diem

My 16 year old daughter and I had an opportunity to go to New Orleans this year and it was fabulous!  Not a place I would want to live necessarily, but definitely a city full of fun things to do.  And what is the most fun a 16 year old girl can do?  Shop!  And shop we did!

We were very fortunate to have been given per diem money for the event we came for, and as I explained that "per diem" was money for food, and travel expenses, my daughter had that gleam in her eye.  The shopping gleam!  And I must admit, it was a golden opportunity.  We loved to walk... and walk we did.  We didn't go out to eat that much at home, so we could definitely be on the conservative side as far as spending money on meals.  So that did give us this extra money.

We... or I should say... she found item after item.  First there was the incredibly adorable daisy umbrella.  Everyone has to have one right?  And then there were clothes... and not just any clothes.  These were clothes that no one in her high school would have...exclusive clothes.  And of course we needed to buy gifts for all of her brothers and sisters.  And there were a few close friends.  And then there was jewelry.  And shoes.  But the thing that really absorbed a lot of our per diem was The Southern Candy Makers.  A warm praline is like nothing I have ever had in my life.  If it wasn't for the per diem, our next stop would have been to a  New Orleans bankruptcy lawyer!

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Sunny San Diego

"Green" is everywhere these days.  There are constant reminders for us to remember to make a difference with our planet.  It is in the news.  You hear about it in politics, particularly now with an election year.  Fashion has green clothing, or green shoes.  Technology talks of being green.  It is on the internet.  It is literally in everything you do.  That's wonderful, but my Dad was making a difference over 40 years ago... and we thought he was crazy.

We moved to sunny San Diego, California in the 70's from Annapolis, Maryland.  The idea of fun in the sun was etched in our minds as we drove over 2000 miles to our new home.  We were young, and naturally whined having to leave our friends, go to a new school, and all the changes.  And when we got to San Diego and saw our new house we continued to complain until my Dad uttered two words that caught our attention:  the pool.  He said, "And we'll build a pool right in the backyard!"  Wait a minute.  Go back.  "We'll build a what?"  Needless to say there were no more complaints.

When my Dad got done it was fantastic!  He took us on a tour.  Showed us the deep end and the diving board, and the shallow end with the slide.  And on the hill behind the pool were giant grey panels.... really weird looking.  My Dad explained that they were solar generators and would heat the pool.  Yeah... we thought he had lost it.  He's completely gone wacky.  I was young... but still... I should have known better.  My Dad was an engineer and he was in sunny San Diego where the sun shines over 250 days a year!  My Dad was brilliant.  And he was green before green was cool.

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