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20 Things I Should Have Told My Husband

These are 20 Things that I should have told my husband before we got married, but I’m pretty sure he already knew them.

1.  I don’t shave my legs everyday!  Once a week in the spring and fall (usually summer, too), twice a week in the summer (if we are going to be outside a lot), and twice a month or so during the winter.

2.  I read a lot, and therefore require lots of bookcases, unless you want to find books all over the house.  And when I am given ample bookcases, I don’t sit in front of them to read so you will still find them all over the house (although not as bad as if I didn’t have the bookcases to store them in).

3.  I like to cook and experiment in the kitchen.  And we will eat it (or fast food if it’s really bad!).

4.  I like sex.  So contrary to popular belief, it WILL NOT stop after we get married.  You will be the one saying, “Not tonight.”

5.  I am not your servant.  I do for you because I want to, not because I have to.  If you come to expect it, you will be doing it yourself.

6.  I am not Martha Stewart.  I didn’t graduate from Stepford College.  Our house will not be spotless, but it won’t be trashy, either.  There will not be handmade decorations or a six course meal on the table every night.

7.  I love attention.  I love to be held and I love to be pet.  I love to snuggle.

8.  I wrap myself in the covers and will put up a huge fight in order to keep most of them.  If you need more than a sliver, get your own!

9.  I have lots of weird habits and thoughts.  They often seem to come out of left field for people who don’t live in my head.  I have to eat candy pieces two at a time and one color at a time.  I eat the food on my plate one kind at a time.  And I am not really as organized as I seem.

10.  I like to take pictures, as long as I am the one behind the camera.

11.  I write lots of lists and nonesense.  I write on whatever paper I can find lying around.  It will generally still be lying around when you find it and can’t make sense of what is written.

12.  I have really weird dreams.  I write them down in a composition book I keep by the bed.  You can read them, but please don’t try to analyze them.  They would freak out Stephen King and Dean Koontz.  They could make lots of money for made-for-tv-movies on the SciFi channel.  But I write them down for me.  Not them.

13.  I watch chickflicks.  Lots of them.  I also like to watch LMN and Lifetime.  Yup.  That’s right.  The channels that you like to refer as TMHC (The Man Hater Channels).

14.  I enjoy getting all dressed up.  Sometimes for no reason, sometimes to make you sit up and take notice.  I know you like it.  Just make sure to let me know sometimes and I will do it more often.

15.  No matter what I say, I LOVE compliments.  Please give them freely.  You will be nicely rewarded.

16.  I am NOT a morning person.  I am grouchy and cranky before I’ve had that first cup of coffee.  Please do not expect to wake me up and me be in the best mood ever.  It will NOT happen.  Ever.

17.  It really is the little things that count.  I love getting those phone calls that go like this:

ME: Hello?
YOU: Hey.  Just wanted to all and say I love you.
ME: I love you, too.
YOU: Talk to you later; bye!

18.  I may be a prissy girl at some point, but I still love to get all down and dirty in the mud (I love to go off roading) or all greasy working under the hood of a car.  I might not know what I’m doing, but I love to learn.

19.  I like long baths.  I like them even more when they are uninterrupted.  I love my “me” time.

20.  Movies.  I am a movie junkie.  I’ve seen more movies than you could imagine.  I can quote movies like you wouldn’t believe.  So don’t be surprised if I spout off with a quote from a movie if I deem it appropriate, and don’t be surprised if you want to see a movie and then find out I’ve already seen it.

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Posted by on May 13, 2013 in Family, Husband, Life


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Mothers on Mother’s Day

I have been lucky enough to have TWO of the most wonderful mothers in the entire world.  One gave me life, the other completed my life.

My mom, June, is the one who brought me into this world.  Without her, there is no way I would be here…at all.  She did her best to raise me right, and I must say I think she did a hell of a job.  🙂  She is a wonderful grandmother to three beautiful children (two of which are mine.  See, I have the majority of her grandkids so therefore I am her favorite.)  On a recent (meaning in the past year) trip down to San Antonio to see us, we all went to the Riverwalk.  She posed in front of the Alamo with all three grandkids (the older two are mine).
closerNot only does she love and support her grandkids, but also all three of her daughters, and her stepchildren as well.  Yes, she joined the ranks of being a stepmother, along with myself, when she married her husband.  She freaking rocks!  It’s not an easy job loving another woman’s kids as you do your own, but she has done that.

Now for Lisa, the woman who gave me my husband.
lisa and kidsWithout her, I wouldn’t be where I am today.  She gave me another precious gift, her second son (and the smartest and handsomest and awesomest and bestest one out of the two, but I don’t think I’m biased at all…lol).  As far as mother-in-laws go, I got really lucky.  I love this woman to death.  She loves me back.  I actually enjoy visiting with my in-laws (all of them).  They are an amazing bunch.  Anyway, she is the reason that my husband is as amazing as he is.  I just want to thank you for giving me such a wonderful man to love and spend the rest of my life with.

Both of my mothers are amazing women.  They are strong, beautiful, and independent.  I have learned so much from both of them.  I can’t even imagine my life without them.

Thanks, to both of you, for being just who you are!  I love you!!

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Posted by on May 12, 2013 in Family, Life


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Married Too Young?

I always hear people saying things that just drive me insane!  Things like:

  • “You’re too young to know what love is.”
  • “You are only (insert young age here, like 18 or 22 or whatever).  You should be out having fun and not thinking of settling down.”
  • “If you get married right after high school it won’t last.”
  • “You shouldn’t be having kids, you’re just a kid yourself.”

And many other things like that.  I hear them on the radio, at the mall, on tv, friends talking to or about their kids, etc.  I must say this…IT DRIVES ME CRAZY!!  Who are you to tell someone that they are too young to love someone?  Who are you to tell someone that their relationship won’t last because they are still a teenager or young adult?

I met my husband when I was a kid.  We grew up together.  We were like family.  I broke up with a guy that I had been planning a wedding with and he was going through a divorce.  We started hanging out as friends. One day we both realized that we were falling in love with each other.  I don’t know who fell for who first, but I do remember the first time I told him that I loved him.  He hadn’t said it, but I felt that I needed to.  For me.  I was so astonished and amazed and dumbfounded when he said it back.  That was nearly thirteen years ago.  I was seventeen.


Of course, I had all these people telling me all these crazy things.  The only thing I could say to them was sit back and watch.  Our daughter was born just a couple of weeks before I turned nineteen.  Our son was born just a few months after I turned twenty.  I was a young mother.  I am still happily married to their father, who just so happens to be the love of my life.  We recently “celebrated” (as much as you can when they are out of town) our eighth wedding anniversary.  I love this man more now than I did when I was seventeen and too young to know what love was.  My children, though they were born to a very young woman, are happy, healthy, well loved, and great children.  I know all parents say that about their kids, but I get compliments all the time from STRANGERS on how well mannered and behaved my kids are.

Do I think we got married too young?  No.  Do I think we got too serious too young?  No.  Do I think every relationship that people have at seventeen or so is the right relationship for them to be in for the rest of their lives?  No.  Do I think that we beat the odds?  Maybe.  Would I do anything differently?  Absolutely not.  But am I going to tell my daughter, or my son, when they are seventeen and feel like they are so in love with the person they are with and they feel they will be together forever that they don’t know what love is?  Am I going to tell them they are too young for a serious relationship?  No.

I just wanted to get that off my chest.  I feel a little bit better now.  Just remember, you might not think that the relationship you or someone you know has in high school will last, but you may be very very wrong.  We are still proving people wrong.


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Posted by on April 19, 2013 in Family, Husband, Life, Oilfield


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On My Way to a Better, Slimmer, Fitter, Healthier (and Hotter) Me!

So this is totally in NO WAY oilfield related, other than the fact that my husband works in the oilfield and I will mention him towards the end of the post.

So, I posted a while back out the Color Me Rad 5K that the kids and I have registered for.  I also said that I really needed to start training for it because I am so out of shape because I really haven’t worked out at all (other than housework and chasing the kids around and playing with the dog) since we moved to San Antonio.  So I’ve been working out on the elliptical (hahaha, yeah, right) over the past week or so.  Or rather, I’ve been knocking a little dust off of it.  I was working my way through the preprogramed level 1 workout.  At least, I was trying to.  I would get a little over five minutes into it and have to stop.  I would reach the level 8 resistance and just not be able to continue on any farther.  Friday, I actually completed the entire level 1 workout!  Woohoo!  Go me!  Oh, yeah.  I showed that elliptical that I was the boss, not him!

Also, Friday, I started another challenge to go along with the elliptical training.  I found it on  So far, I’m doing pretty well.  I know it’s supposed to be for March and this is April, but I like this one instead of the legs one they are doing this month over there.  Here’s the calendar:


I didn’t want to do the leg one they are doing, because a friend of mine challenged us (a group of ladies in a private group on Facebook) to a 30 Day Squat Challenge.  This is what it looks like:

30 Day Squat Challenge

Only, I blacked out the picture of the chick’s naked butt and put in my website and Twitter name.  Well, the website this will be in another week, anyway.  🙂  Which is probably LONG before people will read this post. I’m telling you, I am one boring person.

So, suffice it to say, my legs HURT!  I took today off (at least from the elliptical) because of it.  I don’t want to push myself to hard or too far and hurt myself.  But I did do the squats (I’m only on Day 3, so it’s a good thing tomorrow is a rest day for that) and I did do Day 4 (which is resting, thank goodness) of the Abs one.  I’m telling you, I am going to finish this 5K in record time.  Although, that won’t be too hard to do since this will be my first ever 5K and therefore the record setting one.  Haha!

I am also planning on starting the Couch to 5K app this weekend, with the kids since they will be doing the 5K with me.  I can’t wait!  I think it is going to be so much fun, and will be so rewarding and the feeling of accomplishment will be so great once we cross that finish line.

My oh so wonderful husband is totally supporting me through all of this.  He is celebrating my little victories (I sent him a picture of the elliptical’s display after I finished the workout) with me, even if it’s just a Woohoo!! and an imagined (on my part) Happy Dance since he’s out on location and all.  (See, I told you my husband would be mentioned, and therefore the oilfield as well, at the end of this post.)  I just hope that he will be home the 30 of June, which is the day of the 5K, to cheer me and the kids on.  I am super stoked!  I’m also ready to start seeing some of the amazing side effects that I know are coming with all of this extra (please read that without the word extra) working out I’m doing.  He is going to have one smoking hot wife this summer!  I’m working on hanging up my swimsuit in front of the elliptical for a little extra motivation.  I am feeling great (except for the sore muscles, but even those aren’t too bad since I know that it’s going to be worth it on so many levels in the end) and ready for more!

Care to join me in the 30 Day Squat Challenge, or even the Six-Pack March one?

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Posted by on April 9, 2013 in Kids, Life, Oilfield, Training


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Does It Get Easier? It Did For Me

You can find groups for oilfield wives all over the internet.  There are entire websites devoted to the oilfield wives.  And there are so many on Facebook.  Pages for oilfield wives blogs, pages for oilfield clothing.  There are groups on Facebook for oilfield wives to “support” each other.  Groups that have regular meet and greets in their areas so that oilfield families can come together and get to know each other.  I am even an admin for a group on Facebook for San Antonio Oilfield Wives, and we get together about once a week (sometimes more) for lunch and such to just hang out.  We have so much in common because we are oilfield wives, and we all understand the things we go through because of it.

Anyway, the whole point of this post was this…

On a couple of the pages that I follow on Facebook, they repost a lot of what the wives post on their wall or send to them in a message so that they can get input and/or support from other wives.  A lot of the posts that I see being reposted are wives asking how we deal with our husbands being gone and if them leaving ever gets easier.  I see a lot of replies saying that you don’t get used to it and that it doesn’t ever get easier.  I know, from reading the posts, that a lot of the women asking these questions are new to this lifestyle (yes, being in the oilfield is a way of life) and they married into it, meaning that their husband (or boyfriend, or fiancé or whatever their relationship status is) was already in the oilfield when they got together.  I’m not sure about the status of the women who reply.  I have read a lot of replies that are basically the same thing.  They say that it doesn’t get easier, you don’t learn how to deal with it, you are super lonely, etc.  My take is completely different.

I’m not sure if it’s because my husband and I were together long before he started working in the oilfield (we were together for nearly four years before this), and so I came into it with some sort of idea of what I was getting into.  We talked about it for a while before he signed on at the bottom of the food chain and began working his way up.  It could be because I am just a different type of person, with a different way of looking at things, or what.  But for me, it has gotten easier.  I did find ways to deal with him being gone.  I am not as lonely as I once was.  I have a great group of friends here in San Antonio, and I have made friends in several of the places that the oilfield has taken us to.  I don’t cry for hours, or days, or at all now when he leaves for his hitch.  I do tear up a little and get a little down when we know he is leaving for longer than he usually does (for the past couple of years it’s only been two weeks at a time, though, and I can do that with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back).  I kiss and hug him bye, see him off, and go on about my life as usual.  I have lunch with friends nearly weekly (I have been missing lunch when he’s home, but he’s grown to like them and is now loving being able to join us for lunch, too).

I stay busy while he’s gone, as well.  I hang out with the girls.  I hang out with the kids.  We will go to the park.  We will walk the dog (although not as often as he would like).  We go to school functions.  I read.  I blog (though not regularly…not yet, anyway).  I sell Scentsy.  I drink coffee (and lots of it).  I talk to family (they all live about six hours away).  I am writing a novel.  I taught myself to crochet.  I am training for a 5K, that the kids are going to run with me.

I’m not really ranting.  I’m not even complaining at all about what they say.  I am just saying that for myself, it’s different.  It DID get easier.  It DID get better.  It DOES work for us.  We talk and text as often as he can (I keep my phone with me ALL the time when he isn’t home, just because you never know when he is going to have a chance to make a ten second phone call).  We don’t take his time home for granted, either.  We try to make the most out of it, both as a couple and as a family, even if we just sit at home and watch movies.


Posted by on April 5, 2013 in Life, Oilfield


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Alone Again Tonight

I am alone again tonight.  The kids are in bed, the reptiles have been either put to sleep or woken up, depending on which one it is, and the dog is softly snoring on his bed by the window.  I am sitting here in the bed, where sleep eludes me, enjoying a wonderful cup of coffee (and I wonder why I can’t seem to fall asleep.  Ha!).  I’ve done this many nights before.  That’s the way nights often go when you’re an oilfield wife.  Which brings me to the entire point (at least as of right now before I get sidetracked and get completely off topic, which wouldn’t surprise me too much) of this post.

I am an Oilfield Wife.  I wear the title proudly.  I spend long nights just wishing for a text from my husband, knowing it might not come.  I spend long days taking care of the kids and the house hoping he will be home for dinner, knowing that he probably won’t.  I chose this lifestyle, or rather it chose me.  My husband and I had been together for a few years before he got involved in the oilfield almost ten years ago.  I didn’t marry into it like a lot of women I know.  I was asked my opinion, my thoughts, my feelings.  We discussed it at great length.  We both agreed that he could at least give it a shot and we could see if it worked for us.  So far, I have taken this way of life and made it my own.

Anyway, I was at the bank today taking care of a couple of things that needed to be done when the banker helping me asked me what Kevin did for a living.  I told her he worked in the oilfield.  She said, “Then I guess that means he’s gone quite a bit then, huh?”  I told her he was gone at least as much as he was home, if not more.  She asked me why and how I did it.  I told her that I do it because I have to.  I do it because we CHOSE this life.  I do it because I am strong enough to handle it.  I do it because I love my husband.

This is a hard life to live.  I keep my phone with me at all times when my husband is out on a job.  Yes, I even take it to the bathroom with me.  It could ring at any time, and be my wonderful husband.  He could have only half a minute to spare to call me (it’s happened several times before) and if I don’t answer it, I don’t know when I will get to hear his voice next.  I sleep with my phone right by my head when he’s gone, because he might have a chance to call at 2:30 in the morning and I don’t want to miss it.

I am an oilfield wife.  That means I know how to fix my truck if it breaks down (or I know how to call someone else that can).  I know how to take care of the yard work.  I know how to take out the trash.  I know how to cook and clean (although my husband would argue with you about that one).  I know how to pack a bag for him in about ten minutes flat, and not forget anything.  I know how to pay the bills.  I know how to attend family functions without him.  I know how to drive halfway across the country by myself (with the children, so I’m not really by myself, but I am the only adult).  I know how to handle a gun.  I know the difference in my dog barking at an animal and barking at something I really need to go check out.  I know how to defend my children, my house, and myself.

One thing that people don’t always understand is that if we go with them somewhere, let’s say to dinner, we might have to get up and leave before our food ever arrives.  If his phone rings, he must answer it.  He can’t just leave it in the truck or at the house.  He is ON CALL.  Even when he isn’t, he still is.

I have recently met a group of oilfield wives here in San Antonio, and I don’t know how I ever got along without them before.  They know what it’s like.  I don’t even have to say anything.  They just know.  They understand.  They don’t judge me when I stop in the middle of a conversation and walk off to answer my phone.  They don’t judge me when I start texting while we are talking.  They know.  I love our weekly lunch dates.  I look forward to them every week!  We all pretend like none of us are ever going to move away, but we all know that any of us could be moving anytime.  We also know that if we have plans, and one of our husbands happens to be home, that lucky wife just might not make it to wherever we were meeting.  If one of us disappears for a week, we know it’s because the husband is home.  Time with them is so precious.

So now that I am rambling, and jumping all over the place, and not really making any kind of points or sense anymore, I think it is time for me to try and get some sleep.

And yes, my phone is right beside me, waiting on that call or that text…


Posted by on March 26, 2013 in Husband, Life, Oilfield


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A New Beginning! A New Me!

It’s official.  I am a fat, lazy, out of shape American.  I haven’t really done too much physical activity since we moved to San Antonio.  Before we moved, I was going to tae kwon do a couple of times a week and I slimmed down quite a bit.  I even went to a special Tuff Girls class for a while and toned up even more.  But now I am so out of shape it’s not even funny.  I’ve been trying to motivate myself to get up off my rump and do something about it.  I just haven’t really found the motivation or inspiration that I needed.  Until now!

I’ve read several things about a 5K called Color Me Rad.  I’ve even seen a few of my friends on Facebook post after they have participated in, and finished, this particular 5K.  I’ve been a little jealous.  Come to find out, there’s a Color Me Rad 5K here in San Antonio at the end of June!  So guess who is going to start training tomorrow for it?  That’s right!  This chick right here!!  Oh, yeah!  It’s going to be weeks and weeks of hard grueling make me want to fall down dead work, but it will be so worth it to cross that finish line!

Tomorrow, before I start training, I will take a Before picture (because I know that along this journey I will tone up and slim down and look better than I have in years!), although I won’t be posting it for a while.  Not until I have a nice little After picture to post right along side it.

I will be making a new Category here on the blog for my personal training/toning/weightloss/whatever you want to call it journey.  This will be the first of SEVERAL posts (most of them probably whining about how much it hurts and how I just want to quit) that will go there.  I hope you enjoy this journey with me.  Hell, jump in and start your own!  You never know, one day that ONE 5K that you just can’t pass up could be coming to your town soon.  Get ready for it!


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Posted by on March 3, 2013 in Daughter, Kids, Life, Son, Training


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