Slient

Well I have sat quietly and taken time to raise the boys and have a job and all that. In my absents the world has been changing. I think it is time to start talking again or writing cause that is what I do here.

Let us catch up shall we,  the boys are 14, 12, and 11 now. They are amazing. At times I would like to choke them, this teenage attitude the oldest 2 have may be my demise, but I am hanging in there.   Someday are better than others.  We don't play hockey anymore as it just takes up to much time and D was having a hard time trying to play and do school.  It had to come down to one or the other and for legal reason we had to choose school.  He snowboards now, which is actually a whole lot cheaper than hockey.  I did not know we had a lot of money until we quit hockey.  I assumed we were poor, because our checking account said we were.  We can actually afford lots of stuff now.  Steve even got a new truck.  Cam loves sports and plays football and basketball, well except this year.  He broke 3 fingers and they wouldn't let him play.  He was bummed, but now he wants to learn to ski.  He tried snowboarding and didn't like it at all.  Chunk is a little geek.  He loves technology of any kind.  They have all left me and moved on to middle school.  Well enough about that.    

It doesn't seem like it's been 4 years since I have posted anything at all, but it has been.  I think the same reasons brought me here then that are drawing me back again this time.  I tend not to agree with the current regime in Washington and I'm not sure America can survive another 4 years... Anyone who has read my past blog posts know that I am a little bit opinionated especially when it comes to the government.  I need an outlet, a place to yell and scream, and this is my chosen forum.  So I will try to write everyday about something, not necessary political, but it seems that is what keeps me up at night.  When your 14 year old wants to know when the civil war is going to start it tends to always stay in the back of your mind.  I hope that day never comes, but with all the gun control talk I fear the worst.  I know we won't be giving up ours without a fight.

Dear Mr. Obama,

The oil field has provided for my family for generations. I am oil field trash and damn proud of it. Most people in my little state make a living from natural resources, gas, oil, and coal. We here in Wyoming have not suffered as badly as most of the nation from this recession, but you seem determined to make that happen. You are not satisfied with half the country living in their cars so you want to make sure we are all in the same back seat. When you start messing with oil companies imposing higher taxes, and taking away their tax breaks, those companies begin laying off workers, those workers then quit spending money at other businesses causing them to make cut backs and in the end no one is working. You have an agenda alright an agenda that will not create jobs, but make the working class people of my great state dependent on government handouts. We are not a socialist regime, this is America, and you dear sir are not the dictator. You are only the president, and you are suppose to be working for the people, but taking jobs away from the American people is not working for us. You need to think long and hard about the working class people instead of seeing only big business as a way to bail out this country. I do not believe that you have even thought that far ahead. Oil companies employ a great deal of Americans, especially in states like Wyoming. The oil companies have provided for me and my family for 3 generations.

My grandfather retired from an oil company, my father has worked oil field and mining jobs his entire life, and my husband puts food on our table working in the oil field. We are just one of many families who you intend to screw by taking jobs away. I understand that the economy needs a boost. I understand that the value of a dollar is not what it should be. I understand that you are looking for ways to get this country out of debt, but what price are you willing to make us the very people you are suppose to serve pay. There are several things that can be done before taking away more jobs.

I think the very first cut backs to be made should start right there on the hill with pay cuts for you and every congress member and house member, then move on down the line to welfare. Welfare in this country has become a way of life and a drain on our resources, and it was never intended to be that. I have a problem with paying my fair share of taxes when the welfare people down the block have paid nothing, taken everything, and still end up with a bigger tax refund than me. We could save billions right there, and jobs as well. So until you are willing to take a pay cut don't ask the working class people of America to give up their jobs, because that is what will happen when you try to make big business pay.

Sincerely,
Jennifer Schall
Wyoming Oil Field Trash

The end...

Well it seems like I have quit blogging! I don't know why it just seems I never have the time or the energy lately. Maybe it's been that I just have not felt I have anything to blog about until now...

Yes the election. Yesterday all I heard was about how historic it was that we have our first black president. I want to know who the hell this black guy is, because the guy who took office has a mother that is as white as me and a father he never even knew. The man who took office was raised by his white grandmother, so sure it was a historic day we got our first bi-racial president, but we did not get our first black president. I sat yesterday and thought that it is sad when we choose to make a big deal over the color of his skin. I fear for our country right now, because I do not agree with a lot of his policies. I think everyone forgets that if he passes bills that make it possible for everyone to receive medical care that someone is still going to have to pay for it, and the middle class people are the ones who get screwed. We are the ones who will have to pay higher taxes. If you don't know about "free medical" ask our neighbors in Canada. They pay higher taxes, can't pick and choose their doctors, and if they need a specialist it could take 6 or 8 months to get in. I don't know about you but if I had cancer that was caught early and could be cured I don't want to wait 6 or 8 months to see the cancer dr. only for him to tell me "well there isn't much we can do now." I don't want to pay for everyone else either, and if the taxes are not higher then who the hell is going to pay for it? I honestly don't think that our president is going to ask for a it to come out of his wages or the wages of his congress all of whom a tax increase or decrease doesn't affect, because they don't have to pay taxes. If I wanted to live in a socialist country I would move to one. I want to live in America, the land of the free and the home of the brave, but honestly we are becoming less free and less brave. I for one am scared to death.

St. Louis

We have arrived safely home from my sisters. We had an awesome time in St. Louis. We were there for the 4th and we went to her property that she and her man are building a house on. They have almost 7 acres with a creek running through it. So the boys got to put on their own fireworks show, and then we watched as the night sky light up in all directions around us.

Our night was cut short when about 10:30ish the D man light off something that took off like a rocket after him and proceeded to fly right up his butt. He dove trying to get out of it's way and landed his knee on a sharp rock leaving a gash that was about 4 inches long across his knee. He could have had about 10 or 12 stitches had I taken him to the hospital, but the mention of hospital and stitches started him freaking out. I had a lovely view of his shin bone and really wanted someone else to sew him up, but the only way to stop him from trying to hitchhike home with his wounded knee was to promise I'd glue him shut. We got him home and I got him in the shower so that I could clean his knee really good and he informs me his butt hurts and sure enough he has a quarter size burn on his cheek. His knee is healing really nicely now, but I'm a very good dr. who needs a degree?

The nice thing about St. Louis is everything is free except parking and that doesn't cost very much anywhere you go. You have the option of parking on the street for free, but I didn't really want to walk 2 miles to get to the place and then spend the rest of the day walking around just to walk another 2 miles when I'm hot and tired to get to the car. I'll post some picture later. I have to start summer school on Monday that will be for 3 weeks, so that isn't so bad. I'm off to do laundry.

Words

I have a compulsion to write, like someone with ocd has to turn the lights out 40 times before they can leave a room, I have to put words on paper to get them all out of my head. It's like a sickness really, especially since most of my words don't make much sense. Then there are the times the words don't come and I am left dazed trying to make some sort of normal out of my life. Sometimes I find myself writing the boys' names over and over and over just so that I can go through the motions. I prefer pen and paper. The way the ink glides over the smooth surface creating words is some what of a turn on for me. I've spent most of my writing time lately like that late at night laying in bed just me a notebook and a pencil, usually it's been a pencil because the boys have lots of them laying around, and I've thrown out most of the pens because they are harder to get off the walls. I think I write there because I can't say the things in those journals here. I can't write about the things that might upset other people here, because they don't understand. It's unfair, because this is where I like to put my thoughts and ideals and ranting and raving. I might start doing it again, or maybe I'll do it under an assumed name on a different blog.

I think there are those of us who write and those of us who don't. The people who don't will never understand those of us who do. Steve has never understood my need to write, he thinks it's crazy. I don't understand his need to be drunk, so I guess that makes us even. I need words on a page as much as I need the air that I breath it's what makes me whole.

In real news I am going to go see my baby sister the end of next week. It's going to be a long drive she lives in St. Louis and that is 1050 miles away from here. I might not make it back alive after 16 hours on the road with 3 children. It's long when we go the 6 hours to my grandparents house. I think my truly insane nature is shining out brightly and I may end up in my proper place a padded cell, before I make it home. Wish me luck I'm going to need it.

Oh and I've been taking pictures here's some http://picasaweb.google.com/jennifer.schall/UntitledAlbum

CHUNKY doesn"t always mean overweight

We are out of school and it's to cold and rainy to play outside today. The boys are playing monopoly and actually getting along, could be the threat of locking them in the closet if they fought today, but it's a blessing however it happened.

We were at Walmart the other day and this rather large lady kept getting in front of me and stopping. Well the youngest, who's nickname is Chunky Monkey, walked around her and headed towards the video games. I wanted him to wait up so I yelled "Chunk!" he didn't and he stepped out in front of another person so I yelled "Chunky watch out!" Well the large woman who keeps stopping in front of me and won't let me around looks at me and says "Well" and moves out of my way. I am pretty sure she thought I was talking to her, but oh well she finally got the hell out of my way. I have to admit his nickname doesn't really fit him anymore he can't even keep his pants up he is so thin, but when he was a baby he was huge!

I didn't plant a garden this year and I'm going to miss having tomatoes again, but I have been to busy trying to get the basement cleaned out so I can build a room down there. I have thrown more crap out in the last 2 weeks. It's amazing how much junk you keep and don't ever need or use. If I have not seen it in the last 2 years I'm throwing it out. Last weekend I was tossing stuff and Steve was digging it out of the trash faster then I could put it in. I finally asked him why the hell he was saving that stuff and he says, "We might need it sometime." I giggled and said "If we have not needed it by now we will never need it!" Thankfully he is out of town working this week and I can toss lots of stuff.

I must be sick... 2 posts in 2 days.

I don't know what the hell is wrong with me lately. I can't seem to keep it together at all. If I don't write it down I forget it and half the time I write things down and still forget them... Oh well this too will soon pass I'm sure.

Colton turned 7 today, and that makes me want to cry. My baby is 7 and I don't know what the hell I'm going to do when they are all grown up and leave me. He had a good birthday, and got lots of gifts, money, and love. Everyone called him to wish him happy birthday and we spent half the night on the phone. Now he is all tucked up in bed. Tomorrow we are having a pizza party with his class for friday fun. They get the last hour of school to do something fun every friday and I told him I would bring the pizza.

I'm tired so I'm going to bed, but I doubt I'll sleep been having a lot of trouble with that lately as well could be most of my forgetfullness problem...