Trials and Tribulations

I have often in the past few months asked myself, why me? Yes I have felt pity for myself, I hate admitting it almost more than I hate feeling it.

We have had a really rough few months. You might be asking why? Well, we have completely turned our lives upside down. My husband got out of the military and we moved to the grand 'ol state he calls home, mainly due to being promised a job. With the few belongings we could pack, our 3 furbabies in tow and our household goods being shipped to Texas, only to arrive and find said job is no longer available.

I think that's the point where I actually had a break down. Moving back to the states was already stressful and cost us a load of money and here we were staying at a family members house (kicking a little girl out of her room!) with no jobs or prospects in sight. It was not good.

I started job hunting as though my life depended on it. I managed to get a decent job, I am pretty lucky. That is something I have to remind myself of almost daily. Like it's my new mantra. The husband still hasn't' found a decent job. He is currently working as a mechanic, he's more or less a day laborer.

As I remember our struggles of being newly married and moving overseas, nothing could have prepared us for this. We were living it up while stationed in Italy, we had everything we could want or need. We were debt free. It was wonderful.

I understand our economy isn't great, I really really do. But in a rural country area, it isn't actually effected the same ways every where else has been. Being so hard up is shocking and extremely scary. We aren't sure what direction to even try to go in, we are just trying to make it. I look forward to the day everything changes, part of me is praying for it.

I didn't know what I was going talk about when I started this entry, I didn't think it would take this turn. I am not trying to depress anyone. I'm not even sure I will even keep this posted. I am simply stating the truth, well our truth at least.

What instigated it was reading http://www.wearethatfamily.com/ the stand by your man entry.

I feel I have stood by my man, scared as I was and it hasn't worked out so well. I am a city girl, living in the country with some seriously country folks [not that being country is bad, just makes me chuckle sometimes].

I hope you read the "we are that family's" entry and maybe it will inspire you to do something you may be afraid of.

Scary new things can be fun, so long as they work out.

Picture-less

Ok, that isn't a word, but that's just how sad I am. We have officially moved and I have no photographic evidence. Where we live is beautiful. Old tractors waiting to be photographed along with my pup running around all excited, exploring and getting insanely curious about horses, chickens and bulls.

I did not pack my DSLR charger or my little cameras charger. Apparently I suck at packing.

I'm hoping to find a suitable replacement for the big camera, I've been itching to get out there and take pictures. The Texas countryside is just so pretty (minus the snakes & bugs!).