Sometimes, the only time we have to get anything done is while our kids are napping. Check out the 9 tasks that will help you leverage this precious time, as well as 13 ways to keep older (or more stubborn) kids occupied.
Winter by Marissa Meyer – The last of the Lunar Chronicles. I’ve been very good and refrained from reading it through NaNoWriMo madness, but now it’s fair game. But I need to finish Splintered first.
Gilmore Girls – Would you believe that I’ve never seen it before? But I recently attended a CreativeLive class, and I swear I was the only there who’d never seen it.
Empire – Okay… I have a love hate relationship with this show. They definitely push it on adult content, but I feel like it’s pretty tame when you consider what “real” rap music talks about. But man oh man… every time I think they’ve hit the ultimate “what the heck just happened” they raise the bar.
Psych- Yup. I’ve seen it before. A lot. But it’s my go-to “I’ve had a crappy night” show. Nothing quite cheers me up like a bowl of suck-it soup.
We all have certain words that make us cringe. For Murdoc it’s “MacGyver”. For Edward it’s “Blade”. For some it’s the word “moist”.
I was talking with some lovely friends of mine last week, and we were discussing terms we hate. “Rockstar” = overused. “Fempreneur” = implies that a distinction between male & female entrepreneurs is necessary. ” I threw out that I dislike “girl boss”… shhhhh don’t tell Sophia Amoruso that. I’m sure it’s a lovely book. I just don’t enjoy being called a “girl”. I do realize the irony in this, given that I call people “chick” on a regular basis. I guess we all have our quirks.
One of my friends mentioned that she doesn’t like the term “mompreneur”. To my credit, I didn’t immediately revolt against her. I pondered for a moment. Why am I okay with the term “mompreneur”?
The girl on the left is my oldest. She’s one of the reasons I wanted to work from home to begin with. Like most home based businesses, there’s a lot of reasons I made that final leap, but one of the very biggest was the ability to spend time with my children.
Just so my boys don’t feel left out, there they are too. 🙂
For me, mompreneur is the perfect term because my children are very young (my oldest is 10), and this is stage where I’m very cautious about balancing things. I never want my children to feel like my business comes first. My business is for them, as much as it is for me.
Sometimes it’s easy to drown yourself in planning, and making, and doing, and launching. Mompreneur reminds me to keep my priorities in order.
I’m going on a bit of a blogging adventure, and I’d love for you to come along! For a while now, I’ve been considering writing a blog post on the daily (ish). I say “ish” because we all know life happens, and I feel like adding an “ish” takes the pressure off, and makes this more fun. Which it should be!
I’m inspired by a lot of people who write daily blog posts, including the wonderful Modern Mrs. Darcy. Another favorite of mine, April Bowles-Olin, did a 365 blog challenge back several years ago, and it was great enjoyed by her readers.
Don’t worry, I won’t send you an email every day (unless you want that, and then I’ll make it happen. 🙂 ), but I’d love for you to come hang out with me as often as you can.
Some of the things I’ll be blogging about are for your business: email, social media, organization, planning, etc.
But for those of us who work from home, our lives are more than just business. So other things I’ll chatting about include: recipes, reviews, and my personal creative endeavors. But more than that, I want share ideas for you to try too, and I’d love to hear back from you. What worked? What didn’t? What do you want to see me write about?
Leave me a comment if you’re coming along for the ride! (Also, if you have anything you’d love to see me blog about please share that in the comments too!)
I was 21 years old, and this was one of the biggest decisions of my life.
During the enlisting process, I was told a lot of things by my recruiter. Some one could probably make a Tumblr page of crap recruiters say… cause there’s a lot of it. “You’ll see the world” is a big one.
Well. I was born in New Mexico. I was living in Texas at the time. My basic training was in Texas. My tech school was in Texas. And my first/only base was in New Mexico. I didn’t get very far on that traveling gig.
I went in with every intention of being a lifer.I’m sure a lot of us did. Some didn’t make it through basic, due to health concerns. Some didn’t make it past tech school, because they just couldn’t make the grade. Some were removed for behavioral issues. But most of us made it to our first base.
They say that first base makes all the difference. I think it’s more than the base. I think it’s the squadron.
Every year, they talk about the suicide rate in the military… and in the Veterans. Today is Veteran’s Day, and this issue is still being discussed.
I have first hand experience with why the suicide rate is so high. It’s not for lack of briefings, although that’s the first thing they ask when something happens… “do we need more briefings?” Gosh no. There’s a briefing every other month on something. Maybe it’s suicide prevention, maybe it’s sensitivity training, maybe it’s sexual assault prevention… but there’s always a briefing.
The problem is that no one takes them seriously. People walk out of the assault briefings, and turn to their buddies, purple nurple them and say “nice rack bro… hahaha it’s not assault cause you’re not a chick… chicks get offended too easily.” They walk out of suicide prevention and say things like “if you’re such a candy ass that you’re gonna threaten to kill yourself, do us a favor and just do it already.”
The military spends so much time hardening their people, and then wonders why so many of them are cruel. There’s a fine line between tough, and mean. And too many in the military cross it.
I was going through a terrible time. My ex-husband was abusive, so I got divorced. My daughter wasn’t living with me. I had no friends, and no family nearby. Before we got divorced my ex husband spent all of my money putting a down payment on a car, which he then totaled. So I had no vehicle either.
My world was crashing in around me, and I wasn’t getting any sleep. Insomnia makes everything seem worse… so they tried to put me on sleep meds. Apparently sleep meds can mess with your head too. I was up at work, drawing lines on my arm with a pair of scissors. One of my supervisors walked by and saw me. Now at this point, I should clarify… I wasn’t suicidal, but I had every right to be, and the evidence was very compelling.
Rather than following procedure, which would have been to have a chat with me, and evaluate whether I should be put in a psych hold for my own safety… he squinted his eyes and said “whoa… you probably shouldn’t do that at the front desk.”
The meds were making me so loopy that I told my boyfriend about it. His response was more like a sane, normal human being… “you were doing what?! That’s not normal… you should probably stop taking them.”
So I did… I stopped taking them, and when my head cleared, I realized how scary that really was, and I called my doctor to tell them I wouldn’t be taking those anymore.
Everyone at my shop knew what I was going through. No one reached out to see how they could help. No one offered to sit and have coffee with me. At one point I was even sick, and put on quarters (basically you’re restricted to being at home, unless you need food, or to go to the hospital), and no one checked on me to see how I was doing.
The only people who checked on me, weren’t in my squadron. And they couldn’t figure out why my squadron was so terrible.
When I separated from the military, several people who knew me said that if I’d been in any other squadron, I might have felt differently about leaving. And it’s probably true… I sang in over a dozen on and off base events during my term. One sergeant from another squadron looked over my paperwork, and when he saw what I’d been graded on my last performance evaluation, he said “If the only thing I knew about you, was that you’d sang in 2 retirement ceremonies, I’d know this grade is wrong. Because they don’t ask dirtbag Airmen to sing for retirement ceremonies.”
But I had. I’d sang in retirement ceremonies, 2 3rd of July celebrations (yes 3rd.. they leave the 4th open for families to be together), 1 change of command ceremony, 1 squadron merger ceremony, 1 volunteer appreciation ceremony, and an assortment of sporting events.
But the problem isn’t specific to that squadron. Yes other squadrons may have treated me better, but that attitude is pervasive in the military, not just my squadron, not just the Air Force.
And then our men come home, and things aren’t what they were promised to be either. You’re told “we’re your new family, we’re going to take such good care of you.” And then you get out, and it’s months before you have your appointment with the VA. Sometimes it’s over a year.
You get out, and all the jobs that you were told would be thrown at you by the virtue of you being a Veteran, now don’t want to hire you because your experience is more than they’re willing to pay for. My husband got out of the military, with 6 years of mechanic experience, and was on unemployment for over a year, because no one wanted to pay for it.
Life is hard for a Veteran. And we try not to be angry or bitter about it, because we didn’t serve for the benefits. But it’s heartbreaking to see how some of us are treated. And as annoying as it was to be on unemployment for so long, and to be waiting for our VA appointments for so long, I’m even more concerned for the Veterans who came home with a piece of them still overseas.
The good news, is that my story ends well. I’m happily married, with 5 beautiful children, and a business that I love. But today, I want to point out that unfortunately that’s not always the case. Many, many Veterans are stuck in crappy, thankless jobs. Or they’re disabled beyond the point of having a job. Many more are homeless. I can’t pass by homeless men now, without wondering if they were once a proud soldier.
I’d like to encourage you to look in your local area and see if there are any Veteran non-profits that you can help out with. There are ones that rescue shelter dogs and train them (alongside the Veterans) to be service dogs for Veterans with PTSD. There are art therapists, music therapists, dance therapists… someday I’d love to team up with my horse-crazy sister, and bring equine therapy to my local region.
I leave you with this video… the last part is a song that’s very special to me, and the first part is a little bit of the story on why it’s so special. Please enjoy!
I’d like to preface this with a few qualifications. I’ve never posted a recipe on here, although I’ve wanted to for some time. So if you enjoy this, please let me know in the comments. Also, I’m not a food photographer or a professional photographer at all. So if my technique needs work, please feel free to email me some friendly advice, but don’t leave a mean comment. I’m delicate you know.
This recipe hasn’t been in my family for generations and generations. But it has been shared from my mother to me, and that’s how it begins isn’t it? And now I share this with my children.
Many years ago (hahaha love you Mom!!!) my parents would go to various Mexican restaurants, and try the same dish over and over, to see what they did and didn’t like. My Dad would go for the chimichangas, and my Mom would sample the tortilla soups. And over time she developed her preferences and created this soup.
At some point in my childhood I tried this soup, and fell instantly in love with it. Normal children ask for things like pizza or chicken nuggets on their birthday. I asked for Sopa San Antonio. Every year. For years. And now that I’m grown and away from home, my husband usually makes it for my birthday. He’s just that cool.
Sopa San Antonio
1 Tbsp cooking oil
1 cup chopped onion
1 clove garlic, minced
4 oz. chopped green chiles
1 Tbsp. minced jalapeno
1 tsp. ground cumin
4 cups chicken stock
2 cups water
1 28 0z can tomatoes, pureed in blender
12 oz chopped cooked chicken
2 Tbsp. chopped cilantro
1 cup shredded cheese
12 corn tortillas
oil for frying tortillas
In that photo you can see cheese, cumin, garlic, cilantro (yum!), corn tortillas, diced tomatoes.
Not shown: Chicken (because it was boiling at the time), chicken stock (because I’m human), green chiles (ditto), jalapeno (forgot to buy one).
Bonus: The big jahonkin’ shell his momma gave us one year. You’re welcome.
There’s the cooked, shredded chicken. In case you thought we secretly forgot it, and covered it up. It’s a vital part of this soup!
I also took a photo of the pureed tomatoes, but I’ve gotta tell you… those really aren’t that pretty. So I deleted that photo. I know you’re disappointed, but I’ll try harder next time. 😉
Heat up the oil; saute onions and garlic. And we all know that makes everything better, right? Add chiles, jalapeno and cumin and heat briefy until fragrant. Add stock, water tomatoes and chicken. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat and simmer 20 minutes.
For our soup we had to make a slight alteration because we forgot to buy a jalapeno. Plus we have beautiful fresh green chiles because we got some in a Bountiful Baskets, so we just chopped those up instead of using canned green chiles, and we used that to cover for the jalapeno too.
Meanwhile, cut tortillas into 1/4-1/3 inch strips and fry until crisp. I know what you’re thinking… uhmmm Amanda, those don’t look like they’re 1/4-1/3 inch. That is correct. My husband thinks recipes are a starting point. And directions are like rules. And rules are like guidelines. Soooo he’s obviously one of the Pirates of the Caribbean.
Everyone knows when you photograph a recipe that you pretend like you always use the nice dishes. So here’s the pretend nice dish we used. Just kidding. We really used it… mostly because my husband said “I’ve already put the soup into it, we’re not wasting a dirtied dish”. In case you’re curious, the super kid friendly, colorful plastic bowls are behind it. Actually we’d use this bowl more often if I hadn’t accidentally picked out dishes that were dishwasher UNsafe. Whoops.
Alright. Time to get down to business. Put in a good handful of chips. And then put a little more. Just because homemade chips! And then you put cheese. I took a photo of that too, but it looked weird. (Again, I’m not a food photographer.)
Now you ladle in the soup. Mmmmmm soup.
And then you sprinkle on a bit more cheese, and put sprinkle pile on the cilantro. And if you don’t like cilantro, we can’t be friends. Just kidding. No I’m not. Okay I am. Maybe. And most importantly, you enjoy!
Today is Week 3, Day 1 in a 5 week series called Strategies for Success. These posts will drop on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. This week we’re talking about Working Around Family Members , and today’s topic is how to work around your husband. If you want to make sure you catch all of the posts in this series, you can subscribe in the sidebar.
Our husbands can be a great source of support in our businesses. They can even be a partner. Working around your husband can be one of the best parts of business. It can also be one of the greatest distractions.
My husband jokes that he’s my silent partner… he’s not officially on any business documentation, and he’s not a writer for my blog. But he’s one of my biggest cheerleaders, and he’s always there to remind me why I love what I do.
But if I forget to keep him in the loop, he can unintentionally be underfoot. One of my early coaching calls, I forgot to let him know I’d be talking with a client. Thinking I was just Skyping with a girl-friend, he was cracking jokes off-screen. Whoops! Fortunately she took it in stride, but it was a little awkward until I explained what was going on.
But as good as family meetings are, what’s even better is starting your day by reminding him (and your children if need be) about the goings on of the day. If you have a client call, remind him the night before, or that morning.
Also, make sure that he’s invested in this too, and that this is a shared dream. Your business doesn’t have to be a dream of his necessarily, but what will happen because of that business should be. The house you two will buy, the places y’all will travel to, the vacations the family will go on, etc.
How do you keep your husband involved in your business?