Okay, sorry for moving from my old blog to this blog. And now I’m moving to a new blog. This was my “figuring out this new site” blog. Now that I’ve got it pretty figured out I started my new and final blog until I make it a domain. So here it is theprovidentwoman.wordpress.com. All posts from now on will be on that blog. I will no longer post anything to hibbsfamily.wordpress.com. Thank you for following me as I jump around.

I do post something everyday on theprovidentwoman so be sure to visit frequently. I actually plan on having a give away sometime soon (maybe within the month). This coming month I will be giving-away Mary Kay products, so keep an eye out for the free give-away!

I still want you to answer the poll, but I feel I must start talking, as it is what I love to do.

I had a sad, but funny experience quite recently. At work (one of my many jobs), I was in the office and another employee was in there with me and said she had something to ask me, but didn’t want me to take it the wrong way. I’m thinking “Oh, man, do I have a big booger smeared on my cheek or is there toilet paper stuck to my shoe” (yes, I imaging gross things, sorry). But she asked, “Are you pregnant?”

Of course I blurt out, “DO I LOOK PREGNANT?!”

As she pulled her shoe out of her mouth she informed me “No, you don’t, but a lot of people here think you are because you wore a skirt to work the other day.” A skirt, really, that means you have a bun in the oven. Weird, I guess I’m out of the How To Announce Your Pregnant fashions.

As I responded by exclaiming “No, I’m not pregnant! I just like to dress nice every now and again” she opened the office door and without hesitation shouted out to other employees sitting on chairs close by, “False alarm there is nothing baking.” She may have thought that this conversation was over, that it wouldn’t lead to more or stay on my mind, but she was wrong, way wrong. Guess what I tried, and I mean tried, doing a couple days later. RUN. Yep, I lost my mind. And I have realized that I am not a runner. I ran maybe 2 blocks and I was done. I walked a ways and ran maybe one more block and did this a few times. And yes, I wanted to throw up when I was done. Yes, I’m that out of shape and lazy.  How do people ever get into running? I don’t think I’ll ever understand.

Yep, I'm cooking! And I'm sure it wasn't healthy.

Yes, I was probably cooking something unhealthy.

Like many others we have been struggling through these icky economic times. Let me start off by sharing with you how our predicament started.

1.  We bought a house. WOOO HOOO! Home sweet home!!! (Good investment, but we were then paying more than 3 times what our previous rent was)

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2.  Moving into the house the week of Christmas, Clint slipped carrying in a wooden file cabinet drawer full of stuff and crushed a finger. (Medical bills started flying)

3.  We had our beautiful baby boy in March (prematurely causing more medical bills to fly. Especially since our deductible started over the first of the year).

4.  I quit teaching. (Couldn’t afford daycare with three kids and driving 30 miles away to teach)

5.  I got meningitis right after starting new insurance through Clint’s work (you guessed it, new deductible.)

6.  Our beautiful boy was in for a short stay in the hospital Thanksgiving weekend.

So with all of these medical bills flying and being demanded to be paid in a timely fashion we were screwed (for lack of a better term). So we took steps to fix our problem without losing our home, our land, our cars, and anything else we are to selfish to sell or lose.

1.  After doing our tax return and seeing that we paid over $11,000 in one year in medical expenses I called the hospital, who was demanding hundreds of dollars a month, and asked if there was anything that could be done. I just couldn’t afford to pay so much. I sent them over my tax return, a copy of our check stubs and a copy of ALL of our monthly bills. A few days later I called them to see if they got it. They knew right away who I was and they referred to me as the “really thick envelope”. They said they would look at my papers and call me right back. Within an hour I get a call and they inform me that my hospital bills will be no more. So from owing them something like $10,000 We now owed them $0. I was so happy, I cried.

2.  With our tax return we paid off our car and a bank loan from school (2 debts down).

3.  We finished consolidating all of our student loans. Now, instead of 6 payments we have 2.

4.  We consolidated our debt (credit cards and medical bills). I know this is a scary concept, but now we are paying a set amount each month and the debts are guaranteed to be gone in 2-5 years.

5.  We cut up ALL credit cards. This is also a very scary concept, there is now no fall back. If we don’t have the money, too bad, we don’t buy it.

6.  I got an evening job. Yes, it stinks, but it gets me out of the house. It might be work, but I actually get me time and we all get free movies. You guest it. I work at the movie theatre. So now date night is free (except for the popcorn).

We even got more serious about selling our honey and honey products. I started making pies to sell with the honey at the Farmer’s Market. Slowly but surely we will get out from our debt and not want to cry every time we pay bills. And if we can do it anyone can. But hopefully you’re not in the same boat. Debt bad, savings good.

Anya learning the ropes of beekeeping.
Anya learning the ropes of beekeeping.

This suit was Anya’s 6th birthday present. She begged and begged to help daddy with the bees. So we buy her this suit and man it was huge. But isn’t she adorable. Her first, and so far only, time out she leaned forward into the veil and guess what. She got stung on the forehead. She vowed never, ever to help with the bees again. But my younger daughter really wants to help. We’ll see.

In the spring my daughter begged and begged to play T-Ball. Of course we said yes, it was way cheaper than the dance or gymnastics she wanted to take. I loved T-Ball and later softball as a kid. So I’m thinking “yes, my daughter will like something I liked. She is my spitting image as it is.”

She absolutely loved her first practice. There was a girl on her team that was in her Kindergarten class. So, yeah, she knew someone. Let the fun begin. They had three practices before the first game trying to teach them the concept of the game. You know, this is first base, this is the tee you hit the ball off of. Anya was doing great. None of the kids could catch or throw with any accuracy so she didn’t stand out at all. It was all just fun.

Then came the first game. Dun, Dun, Dun….  Here’s how it went.

So far so good, the helmet is on.

So far, so good. The helmet is on and I look cool.

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Oh man, I totally forgot what to do. Is that the ball?

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Yes, I hit the ball, here I go. Wait, why is everyone yelling at me to run the other way.

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Skip, Skip, Skip to my Lou, Skip to my Lou, my darlin’.

Now for playing in the field..

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Ewwww. Cool. It’s like a giant sand box.

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Look at the sand fly. Hey, quit throwing the ball at me. I’m only first base. Throw it at the runner.

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What, I’m out? But no one else the entire game has gotten out. Everyone else gets to eventually go all the way around. Maybe I should skip a little faster.

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Alright, good job everyone. Let’s shake their hands and say way to go. Hey, who brought the snacks?

After this game, Anya was informed she was supposed to pay attention and not just play in the dirt. So from then on she cried on the way to practices and games. She didn’t want to play anymore. It just wasn’t fun. We made her stick with it. We told her she was part of a team and they were counting on her. She seemed to understand that and put up with having to go. She also begged and begged, again, that we never, ever make her play again. DEAL!!! No more complaining, yessss!

She had her final game last night. Shew!!! It was finally over. There were only 8 games, but man it seemed like more. Especially when you’re having to entertain a 1 and 3 year old who have absolutely no interest in the game. You would have thought, after playing 8 games all of the kids would have learned a little something about the game. Nope, you’re wrong. They all still run for the ball in the field. And I mean ALL 10 of them run for the ball. Luckily they only allow the runner 1 base because of this.

We know she did learn something though. She no longer tries to run to third after hitting the ball. But she still preferred skipping over running. She got pretty fast at it to.

Now, I promised she would never have to play again so this fall starts dance. Is it bad that I dread the things? Yes, I want her to do them, but I hate being to the one to cart her around to activities. I’m afraid for the teen years. Is there a way to make them stop aging? Or to skip the dreaded teens?

On Sunday Clint and I took the kids to visit Clint’s parents, Grandma and Papa. They were leaving the next day to go to Disney World for their anniversary. Then they sprung the bunny on us. The next thing we know we are driving home with a bunny. At the time I was thinking this would be good for the kids, they’ll love having a little pet for a while. There are reasons that I have never had a pet. And I think this picture proves it.

I shouldn't be trusted to care for animals.

I shouldn't be trusted to care for animals.

I am one of the clumsiest people. This will most likely be an often blogged about thing for me.

Today at lunch I was attempting to heat up leftovers. No, nothing blew up in the microwave. Way before the food ever made it to the microwave, I was just taking it out of the refrigerator. On the way to the counter to see how much I could actually eat, I started to take off the lid. I should know better, this kind of thing has happened before. You guessed it. Off came the lid and then lid, bowl and contents went flying across the kitchen. Really, I don’t have any idea how it could have made such distance, I was just trying to bend open the lid on the thing.

Oh well, there went lunch!

I guess this is my foods way of telling me I’m on a mandatory diet.

I still want you to answer the poll, but I feel I must start talking, as it is what I love to do.

I had a sad, but funny experience quite recently. At work (one of my many jobs), I was in the office and another employee was in there with me and said she had something to ask me, but didn’t want me to take it the wrong way. I’m thinking “Oh, man, do I have a big booger smeared on my cheek or is there toilet paper stuck to my shoe” (yes, I imaging gross things, sorry). But she asked, “Are you pregnant?”

Of course I blurt out, “DO I LOOK PREGNANT?!”

As she pulled her shoe out of her mouth she informed me “No, you don’t, but a lot of people here think you are because you wore a skirt to work the other day.” A skirt, really, that means you have a bun in the oven. Weird, I guess I’m out of the How To Announce Your Pregnant fashions.

As I responded by exclaiming “No, I’m not pregnant! I just like to dress nice every now and again” she opened the office door and without hesitation shouted out to other employees sitting on chairs close by, “False alarm there is nothing baking.” She may have thought that this conversation was over, that it wouldn’t lead to more or stay on my mind, but she was wrong, way wrong. Guess what I tried, and I mean tried, doing a couple days later. RUN. Yep, I lost my mind. And I have realized that I am not a runner. I ran maybe 2 blocks and I was done. I walked a ways and ran maybe one more block and did this a few times. And yes, I wanted to throw up when I was done. Yes, I’m that out of shape and lazy.  How do people ever get into running? I don’t think I’ll ever understand.

Yep, I'm cooking! And I'm sure it wasn't healthy.

Yes, I was probably cooking something unhealthy.

I’m new to this blog site. I was with another and they closed. Ahh, sad, I know. Really for me because I have to start from scratch. Well at least it gives me the opportunity to be better than before. To give you a heads up I will blog about everything from family, daycare, bees and honey, and really anything in between and around. I’m excited to get started but I must think. “What do I want to talk about?” If you knew me you would wonder how I’m stumped about this because I usually don’t shut up. So we’ll see. I hope you enjoy my blog. Leave lots of comments and suggestions for me.

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