The Henderson Family Chronicles

It's bad news that seems completely overwhelming. Thank you all for praying for us. Keep them coming. Andrew is now unemployed. Less than 24 hours after applying to those jobs, there was a bad night at work, and a incident that was an unfortunate accident on MANY people's part. Everyone is okay, but Andrew lost his job. We're gonna need all the help we can get from our Heavenly Father to find a new job before the money runs out. We are applying all over the city, and all over the state. They say there is a shortage of nurses. I guess we'll see. If anyone knows of nursing jobs, please let us know. The thought of having to move is terrifying, but maybe that's what Heavenly Father is ready for us to do. I guess. I don't know. I'm scared. Faithful, but scared.

Let's pretend you are lucky enough as a family to have the ability to choose where you want to live, and get a job there. You can go ANYWHERE. Where would you go? Now pretend you currently have a good home, and live VERY close to all the important people in your life, in a town you have lived in most (or all) of your life, and you are happy. And then one day you see a job opening in the kind of job you'd love to have, in the kind of town you'd love to live in, with the kind of houses and climate you'd love to have. It would mean a WHOLE change in life style, but that change seems pretty appealing. The ONLY downsides are the prospect of leaving the people where you are, and that you are already pretty happy where you are. What do you do? Well, apparently you apply for the job. And pray really hard that if it's meant to be, you get the job, and if it's not, that you don't. I feel sick thinking of leaving the people here, My mom and dad live a block n...

After reading this post, be sure to scroll down, there are plenty more! Theme Days: This has recently lost some efficiency, and will probably continue to with school starting, but I'll blog about it anyway. Andrew is home 3-5 days a week normally 4 full days. It really starts to feel like we have 4 Saturdays a week. We play a lot. But there was NEVER order, or rhythm. I have fussed a lot about that, and one day I decided to try something. Andrew was working Tuesday, Friday, and Saturday, which means he was sleeping Tuesday afternoon, and most of Wednesday, and from Friday afternoon to Sunday evening. I knew I needed a few days that were for cleaning and laundry, and I wanted one day that was for playing with friends... This is what I came up with: Sunday: Church Day - Church-related activities and Veggie Tales! Monday: Family Day - Dad is up - Lets do something fun!!! Oh, and Get groceries! Tuesday: Chore Day - Yard work, and house work Wednesday: Play With Friends...

Remember how I mentioned I have GREATLY and CONSISTENTLY reduced my grocery budget? I was grocery shopping once a month for most of the groceries, and then once a week we got milk, and stuff like that. To save money we didn't buy fresh fruits or veggies, and watched every meal we made, only using economical everything - meals, ingredients, whatever. So the big trip was only about $400-$480. Then when we went back for little stuff it was $20-$50 each week. So, add it up ~ $460 to $630 a month on groceries. probably most often $525ish. One day on Pinterest, I stumbled across this pin:  http://www.grocerybudget101.com/content.php/11-grocery-budget-101   This family of four spends $250 a month on all groceries and toiletry-type items. WOW. $50/week plus $50 for misc. items. as good as that sounded, surely they were eating ramen, right? Or CRAZY couponing? Nope. NO coupons, and they eat meals like  Marinated Flank Steak, jasmine rice, salad, or Seared Halibut,...

I feel like sharing. For me, my posterity, for another closet exercise-hater, and maybe so one of you exercise lovers can point me in the right direction. A little background story: I have asthma. And HUGE boobs. Like DDD, and sometimes bigger. Here we go: I HATE EXERCISE I hate the way it makes me feel - I hate being hot, I hate being sweaty, I hate the pain in my lungs, I hate the pain in my chest as it flings all over the place. It makes my head hurt, and makes me feel ansty, anxious and irritable. I hate that I can't multitask very well while I work out. It makes me nauseous, and I have gotten cramps in my collarbone and side of my ribs since I was in Kindergarten, running the mile. I hate that you have to have special equipment, or go to a special place, or leave your special kids at home while you go do something special, which often means expensive. I hate that I look like a retarded beached whale doing ANY form of exercise. I will admit that I don't mind riding ...

Heather got married. I am so happy. I have more to say, and pictures to show. But they'll wait. Check back later, this post with be updated with pictures and stories, and stuffs.

I really hate going back to tell stories when they are over. They lose so much of the drama, and I can't remember enough details. But I'll try to at least cover the basics. A year ago we had a white Ford Explorer and a white Ford Focus. We LOVED our cars, both of them. They were SO reliable and trouble-free. We had gotten them at two different dealerships, but both in a very pain-free buying experience, at great prices. We were very happy with them. We had bought the explorer first, before Andrew had a job an hour away. It was to be our only car. Then Andrew got the job at the hospital, and we decided to get a second car, with great gas mileage, and the focus joined our family. But then we had this really nice explorer that we were paying quite a bit of money on (like double the payments on the focus), and it guzzled gas, and it mostly just sat in the garage. Plus the budget was a scooch snug, so why not sell it? Besides, then I could get a minivan for half the price that...