Military Spouse Life

God Broke My Oven

Yes, you read that right. I feel like my busted oven is God giving me direction. Sound crazy? Well, I get that a lot!

I have always been super active. Even as a child, my parents were called in by my kindergarten teacher so they could ask my parents what to do with me. I wasn’t a bad kid…I just never sat still…for a second. I naturally brought this over to adulthood. I now work full time in hockey (NAHL), I run my yoga studio, I blog, I’m working on my third novel, I have two children/6 dogs/3 cats, and a husband….. I also have a million ideas for other projects. If I had all the time in the world, I would have my own vegan skin care line, and a hockey clothing company supporting youth hockey. I wish there were about 10 more hours in the day.

So I started to pray.

I know I’m a shitty Christian…I’m the first to admit it.

I prayed anyway.

I wanted to know what my purpose was in life. My pastor talks all the time about purpose….so what is mine?

I needed clear direction. I’m 36 years old and I feel like I’m just walking in circles here. These circles are full of half completed projects which are getting me nowhere.

So I continued to pray and try and weed out the things I was not meant to do.

I stopped some of the smaller projects because I just felt they weren’t “it” for me.

Then I decided I should work on my freelance writing and building up my clients, while making room to write novels on the side. I started pitching new clients, but everyone who was interested had a “limited” budget or no budget at all. I could feel this wasn’t what I was supposed to be doing.

Then I debated. Maybe I wanted to go back to baking full time. Maybe I should re-open my bakery. My mom and I had some killer ideas for Biscotti and selling them across the country. I knew where I could use a commercial oven….I thought I should make a go of it.

Then God killed my oven.

I had an order for a cake, and thank goodness it was for a friend….because my oven died half way through the baking process, leaving me a giant sheet cake pan, half-baked.

It was gross. I mean, how do you clean that???

Because I already filed our taxes, I knew we were getting a return. We figured we would use it to buy a new oven.

Then our taxes get held up for 45 days with no explanation from the IRS.

I’m aggravated, but I get the message. It’s not baking.

Then last night I get the whole message.

I was teaching my regular yoga class and just enjoying it. I hate being away from my family at night, but I have cut back to one hour, two nights a week. I contemplate how I can just get everything worked out to teach more. I also want to really get some more education on my chosen area of yoga, which is mental health.

My husband has combat related PTSD and I have Major Depressive Disorder, so naturally, yoga for mental health just clicked with me.

I really started making plans (while on the mat) to keep moving that education forward. I had been granted a scholarship for Warriors at Ease. I can do the class in a self-paced manner, but I need to put the other projects aside and step it up.

Then I started to think about the struggles my husband and I have in our personal/family life, especially with his PTSD…..I was waiting for him to get home last night and while talking to him on the phone, I opened up Facebook (I told you I couldn’t sit still). An advertisement popped up for a teacher training to work with Veterans in St. Louis, MO. It’s only about 90 minutes from me AND it’s over my birthday weekend. How perfect for us to spend the weekend as a family in St. Louis? (Here’s to hoping the Blues are home that weekend for pre-season!)

It seemed too perfect…and it seems maybe between the oven breaking, the desire to only write novels and closed freelancing doors, this was the answer.

I suppose it’s too soon to say, though I also found another online free training for businesses who work with veterans just on accident last night.

I ran all of this by my mom who also believes all these things are happening because I am faithfully asking for God’s help (but remember I already know I’m a shitty Christian) so sometimes it seems like he should not have the time or desire to answer me….but I guess I can start on this path and find out!

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The Tail of Two Lizards

This morning I woke up to a tail on my kitchen floor. No animal attached, it was just a tail. It was small and resembled the crunchy pieces of calamari (before breading of course). It was wiggling and writhing around. I did not scream though…why? Because we’ve been through this before…..

Thankfully Bill heard me when I called him. He came running into the kitchen from the bedroom….completely naked.

“Looks like a lizard,” Bill commented as we both stood over it while Gretzky, our cat pounced in the corner. We both looked and saw the other half of a lizard in his mouth!

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Gretzky the cat, not the hockey star…

Now picture me, in PJ’s, half asleep, Bill standing there naked, and the two of us trying to extract the body of a small lizard from our cat. Great mental image, right? We got the lizard and put him on a nearby cutting board. I had to bring the thing outside, because, well Bill is naked, and it isn’t that kind of neighborhood.

Once one of Bill’s snakes got out and I used grilling tongs to put it back in the cage. Apparently this is wrong, so I was relieved when he handed me the cutting board and did not fuss at me about it.

I let the little guy go outside and we are praying the tail grows back and he is okay!

The reason I did not panic is because the last time this happened, I did panic, and I now know how to react. We had a rescue iguana named Hulk, and one of the dogs once stepped on his tail breaking it clean off. I rushed him to the vet and he ended up being okay. Most of his tail grew back and we had him another year before he passed away of old age.

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Sounds crazy, but I miss this guy!!!!

Speaking of our zoo…if you’re wondering how the kitten is doing, here is a picture of Talia and the kitten taking care of business together. She was on an important phone call while taking notes on something. Thank goodness the kitten, affectionately named “Puck” like in hockey, was nearby to help!

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Every find anything crazy your cat brought in? What was it? Tell us about it in the comments!

 

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Talia’s First Kiss!!

At just four weeks old, I wasn’t really ready for Talia to have her first kiss, but alas, she did.

The Stingrays won their 18th straight game last night, which happened to also fall on the ULTIMATE Pi Day (3.14.15…which is exciting since we own Mudd PIE Girl Bakery and PIE is my thing!!!!) and Military Appreciation Night with the Stingrays.

Talia and Bill both had to represent the United States Marine Corps! Here we are getting ready for the game.

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After dinner with Brian and Michelle (Michelle runs the rescue group where we got our sweet Buddy and Tremor dogs from), we headed over to the game together.

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Bill insisted on holding the cowbell all night. Ugh!

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After the game there was a post-game jersey auction. Then Bill spotted one of our favorite players out with fans. Patrick Gaul (we have his bobble-head doll for Talia when she gets older) was more than happy to hold Talia and pose for a picture. How sweet is this photo???

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THEN it happened. My absolute favorite player, Scott Ford was walking around. I asked Bill if he thought Scott would take a picture with Talia. Not only did he take a picture with her…..

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HE GAVE HER A KISS!!!

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It was Talia’s first kiss from a man not daddy. Since Bill doesn’t read my blog, I can safely tell you…I’m a bit jealous!!!

Today it was back to the ice and the Stingray’s won the 19th straight game, making history AGAIN! It was also “Undie Sunday” where the Stingrays collected undergarments for charity. Look who helped during cleanup, right in front of us. Yes, Talia’s first kiss.

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After the game was free-skate time with the Stingrays. Ford saw us, recognized us, and waved. Swoooooooon.

Here is Patrick Gaul with some of the kids. How freaking sweet is this? All the guys are really great with the kids. I can’t wait for Talia to be old enough to skate. Sadly, it won’t be with the Stingrays, since we are moving in August. Hopefully the Hershey Bears do the same type of skate after the game!

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Here the Junior Stingrays were able to come out for the National Anthem before the game.

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At home I’m working on some articles for publication. I write best at night. They say creative people usually are night owls. If I could sleep all day and be up all night, I would be one happy chick! Talia, however, has now slept through the night two nights in a row!!! I’m not really sure why everyone makes such a big deal about having children. Everyone made it sound like I wasn’t going to sleep for 18 years, but I’m fine!!

Tomorrow I have a TON of baking to do for some special orders this week!!! I’m so sad to have to abandon my clients here in SC because of the move, but look forward to meeting new people in PA. August can’t get here soon enough! The five year plan is to have an actual storefront bakery in Harrisburg, instead of baking out of the house for private clients!!!

With school, baking, writing, and Talia, I’m sure to have a busy week this week. I hope you have a good one!

Ciao for now!