Showing posts with label women. Show all posts
Showing posts with label women. Show all posts

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Women's Friendship Month





I love September. Back to school. Changing leaves. Football season. And also, Women's Friendship Month. Not that I don't love my ladies all the time, but September is just a great reason for me to show them the love. This one's short and sweet, y'all:

I have this uncanny ability to find friendship in the strangest places. I'm not sure why--it just happens. The crazy thing is, I'm a pretty quiet person. Not really one to speak up in a crowd. And yet, it still happens.

I met Patty at KFC when I went to visit my boyfriend at work one day. The boyfriend only lasted halfway through Senior year, but Patty and I have been going strong for 15 years now.

Mary Louise and I connected over the internet. I didn't know in the beginning if we would ever meet. It never mattered. But the fates allowed our husbands to be stationed at the same base. Her family is now as dear to me as my own. (We're still praying for you, Doug!)

But my favorite "I made a friend out of nowhere" story is, how I met Tiffanie. She sat next to me at a forum about "Don't Ask, Don't Tell." She was new to Camp Lejeune, but jumped into her husband's Family Readiness Team ready to make a cannonball-sized splash. I appreciate her passion and strong will. She's got the guts I wish I had.

Three chance meetings, but also three of my closest girlfriends.

Happy Women's Friendship Month y'all!

Go to Girlfriendology.com for all things girlfriends!


Much Love,




Tuesday, April 16, 2013

30DPC Day 16




Day 16: A picture of someone that inspires you

With the kids, the television shows we don't understand, and the various aches and pains, sometimes the Hubbs and I feel older than we really are. Especially during those late nights when I'm banging my head against the keyboard and drowning my writer's block with wine and chocolate. I start to think that I'm too old to be starting out all over again. I'm too old to start writing. I'm too old to make a career of this.

Then I remember this woman: Nola Ochs, who graduated from college at the age of 95. If she can do that, then I can do this.

you are never too old to achieve your dreams


Find the list of all 30 challenges here.

Happy Snapping!


Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Women: We Don't Just Clean Things, We Make Them, Too

I am a self-proclaimed, huge nerd. I love to learn new things.

Factoids. Tidbits. Trivia.

My husband refuses to watch Jeopardy! with me because I know so many more of the answers than he does. (sore loser) I am especially interested in things women can do as well as (or better) than men.
Needless to say, Women's History Month is one of my favorite months of the year. (And it doesn't hurt that it happens in my birthday month!)

There are so many strong, intelligent, creative women out there, it's wonderful to have an entire month to celebrate them--and us.
I've been sharing a few of these on my Facebook Page, but something even the Hubbs found interesting were some of the things invented by women. Namely, those things usually associated with male users.

Here are some that stood out to us:

  • the circular saw invented by Tabitha Babbit in 1812
  • the electric hot water heater by Ida Forbes in 1917
  • the engine muffler by El Dorado Jones also in 1917
  • the fire escape invented by Anna Connelly in 1887
  • Kevlar (used in not only bulletproof vests, but also radial tires and crash helmets) invented by Stephanie Kwolek in 1966
  • Liquid Paper was invented in 1951 Bessie Nesmith
  • the rotary engine by Margaret Knight in 1904
  • Scotchgard fabric protector invented in 1956 by Patsy O. Sherman
  • Submarine lamp and telescope invented by Sarah Mather in 1845
  • the windshield wiper in 1903 by Mary Anderson

Who knows how many other amazing and useful things were invented by females? Until the late 1800s women weren't allowed to own property or enter legal documents--including patents. So, all property and patents were filed under their husband's name.

Now look at us! We're not only mothers and wives, but we're in almost every career field available to men. We've come a long way, ladies.


Keep on creating,

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Celebrating Gal-entine's Day

I am in the middle of packing, vacuuming, folding laundry, and washing dishes. Can you tell I'm getting ready to go on vacation? And it's not just any vacation--Mommy is going alone. 

That's right. No kids. No animals. No husband. I'm celebrating a Gal-entine's day with my best girlfriend in South Carolina.

I am excited for two reasons:  1.) I should be able to pee alone. 2.) I have not taken a trip by myself in over ten years.

TEN. YEARS.

I am freaking out. I only have to take care of myself. Do you know how rare that is? I will not be pushing a stroller through a crowded airport. If I want to go to Cinnabon, I don't have to share. I only have to pack for one person. I am completely overwhelmed.

ML asked me what I wanted to do when I visited, and for a moment I was speechless. What did I want to do? Me and only me? You mean I get to do grown up things, and I don't have to schedule outings around meals and naps?

I am so far outside of my comfort zone right now. I have not spent more than a few hours at a time on myself for over a decade. This realization made me step back and think. As a mom, I have spent the last years of my life focused on my family. And that's not a bad thing, in fact, it's wonderful. But having said that, I've let taking care of myself fall to the wayside.

One of my goals this year was to lose weight, and get into better shape. I've been doing okay with that, but now I've realized that maybe I should add getting into better mental and emotional shape. For me, my emotional health depends on the relationships I have with others. The connections that I make with my girlfriends. I have to have a way to vent out my frustrations, and writing can only take me so far. The screen tends to not answer back when I ask it questions. (Although I do think my computer silently mocks me when I write stuff that is total crap.) Apparently, I need to spend more time fostering those connections, and spend time on me once in a while.

We shouldn't as moms let ourselves get so lost in our families that we forget the wonder and freedom of taking a vacation alone. So here I am, psyching myself up to board that plane--alone--and have a great and relaxing time. Wish me luck!


ML & me @ a Nicholas Sparks Book signing. Yup, we're going to see the movie!


Happy Valentine's Day y'al!

Much Love,


Sunday, November 11, 2012

30 Days of Thanks: Day Ten


30 Days of Thanks

Day Ten: A Time of Day



Picture this, only at night--this mom's favorite time of day!


There is a time, when the house is finally quiet. When the kids are in bed, the dogs are down for the night, Jesse is usually passed out on the couch, and it’s just my computer and me. (Kind of like right now.) That is the time of day that I am most thankful for. When the day has wound down. When I know that everyone in the house is content, and I can finally (sort of) clock out of the Mommy mode. I love the husband, the kids, the animals, and everyone else that comes along during the day. But, every mom/wife out there knows that we need that alone time to decompress, and I am so thankful for my time.





Much Love,

L Schueder

This month's blog posts inspired by: Designer Wife: 30 Days of Thanks

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

30 Days of Thanks: Day Six


30 Days of Thanks

Day Six: A Pair of Shoes


I do not own these, but, MAN, I wish I did!



I give thanks for high heels. The higher, the better. I am 5’ 3”, I need all the help I can get in the height area. I once spent 14hrs walking through Disney World in 3” heels. Me and heels, baby taking over the world, one step at a time.









Much Love,

L Schueder




This blog inspired by Designer Wife - 30 Days of Thanks




Wednesday, October 26, 2011

When Do You Stop Having Babies?


Lately, a lot of my friends have been having babies. It’s a fairly common occurrence, especially in the military community.  But with all these little ones popping out, I’ve started asking myself, “Are Jesse and I done having kids? And, how do you REALLY know when you’re done?”
Honestly, the biggest reason that I decided to stop having kids was very selfish. My kids had just started to sleep through the night. I was waking up in the morning actually feeling rested. I had gone more than four years without a decent night of sleep. If I have another baby, it’ll probably be another two years before I get my nights back again. It sounds awful when you say that out loud, but it’s how I feel. I can’t apologize for that.
Another reason that I’m ready to step off of the baby train? In a word, Diapers. Again, having two girls about two years apart is a large part of this decision, but I also provided childcare in my home for the last couple years. All my charges were under eighteen months old. That’s A LOT of smelly diapers to change in one day! When I start thinking that I might want another little bundle in our home, I remember the days when either one of my children or charges would have a bellyache and I shudder at the memory. I prefer not to be elbow deep in poo, and my dogs already provide me with plenty to clean up. Ew.
I hate to sound like all I’m doing is complaining and being selfish, but I’m an adult, I think I’m entitled to that. I’ve been a mother for over ten years, and a stay at home mom for the last eight. I’ve devoted my entire last years to my children, husband, pets, and home. Other stay at home moms will (secretly) agree that there are times when you start to lose your sense of self. You start to forget that you’re not just a mom and a wife, but also a woman. You have hopes and dreams and aspirations. Some of us have college degrees that we feel guilty for not putting to use. Some of us haven’t even been to college, but wish that we could.
My youngest are approaching school age. I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t looking forward to it. I have no plans to go out and find a job. I plan to stay at home still. Maybe take some online classes? But most importantly, I look forward to having time for myself. I look forward to having uninterrupted time to  sit and write. Blog. Tweet. Whatever. I am lucky enough to be blessed with a husband that still thinks that a woman’s place is in the home. Whether there are still ankle biters running around or not.
Now, not ALL of my reasons for not continuing to reproduce are hoggish. I know, it really seems like it though, doesn’t it? Well, they’re not! When I was pregnant with our youngest one, we learned that my body was producing an antibody that, if counts got too high, was harmful (and potentially deadly) to the baby. My body had apparently produced this with every pregnancy, and started producing higher amounts with each subsequent child. I endured weekly ultrasounds, and biweekly blood tests. At one of our checkups, the specialist told us that we would be tempting fate if we had another child after Abby. Now, how can you knowingly get pregnant when you have been given THAT warning?
Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely adore babies. Really, I love all things itty-bitty. Jesse and I decided, together, that I would have an IUD inserted to give us time to decide whether we are actually done or not. It’s a question we’ve been tossing back and forth for three years now. I still feel a tug in my uterus every time I see a baby, or hear that another one of my girlfriends has given birth. My internal clock is slowly ticking. I’m fully aware that I’m not getting any younger, and soon mother nature will decide for me that I’m done making little ones.
But, I have three gorgeous daughters. They are happy, healthy and the center of my world. They each have their own dynamic personality. Soon all of them will be in school, and it will be my turn to discover my own person, again. I look forward to coffee in the morning with my dogs. Chaperoning field trips. Cleaning the house, and having it remain that way for more than twenty minutes. Helping out at class parties. Typing away on my laptop, without someone asking for a cup of juice. And when my husband decides to fully retire, spending time alone with him during the day. That is how I knew I was done having kids.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Girlfriends


 Interpersonal relationships are very important for women. You love your kids, and you adore your husband. But I would have to say some of the most important relationships we women have are the ones with our girlfriends. Otherwise, who else would we complain to about our husband and kids?
 Your girls are the ones that you call when you first start dating the man who will become your husband. They’re the ones that share champagne with you after he pops the question. They also stand next to you as you take your vows. And when it’s their turn down the aisle, you are right there for them.
 Aside from your parents, who are the first people that you call when you find out you’re pregnant? Your girls, of course. They throw your baby shower. Listen to you complain about being the size of a whale. And they bring you cheeseburgers in the hospital.
 My girlfriends have helped me through some of the toughest times in my life. They’ve provided me with brutal honesty when I’ve made dumb decisions, and also lifted me up when my confidence was wavering. They are my sounding off board when I need help making decisions, and they are my biggest cheerleaders when I’m trying something new.
 There is no greater test of friendship than a stressful situation. My husband is a Marine. He is no longer active duty, but the experience of being a Marine wife is something I’d never want to take back. Camp Lejeune, North Carolina is where I met the women I now call my best friends.
 I take that back, I was still living in Iowa when I “met” Mary Louise. She had posted the same question on two different Marine Corps support discussion boards that I log on to. I answered her question (hopefully I was helpful) on both boards, not knowing which one she was more likely to see it on. We ended up exchanging private messages, then exchanged emails, and then finally phone numbers.
 I remember that first phone call. I didn’t know what to expect, it had been years since I’d made a new friend. And, Mary Louise is eight years younger than me. She was still in high school. I was already married and had two children. But we were united by a very strong common bond. We love our Marines (her Recruit at the time).
 Mary Louise ended up being smart, sarcastic, and above all, a sweetheart. We learned that friendship doesn’t discriminate. You don’t have to have everything in common to best friends, but we had enough.
 Janna actually knew my husband before we became friends. She is a female Marine, and she and Jesse were in the same Unit before both being TAD out to other companies. She and I met when she started dating, and later married, one of Jesse’s buddies. (But that’s a WHOLE other story ...)
 In Janna, I found another sarcastic, take no crap, strong woman. Just the fact that she made it through Boot Camp is a testimony of her strength. But, she again, ended up being a fellow Marine wife when her husband deployed with mine. We leaned on each other when one or the other’s husband didn’t call. We shared ideas for care packages. We called each other when we were our loneliest, because we knew what the other was going through.
 Janna and I also share a love for baking, she has become my partner in Cooking Crime. We both have a problem eating the things that we make. Janna and I solved the problem by sharing our goodies with each other. But it’s okay, because Janna is also a kick-ass trainer, and about the only other person that could keep up with me during P90X.
 Probably my favorite “how did you meet?” story has to be shared with Tiffanie. I love being involved. Volunteering is one of my favorite things to do. It’s also high on Tiffanie’s to-do list.
 One day, my FRO (Family Readiness Officer) emailed me an opportunity to take part in a panel discussing the controversial “Don’t ask, Don’t tell” policy. The other wife of my husband’s unit wasn’t able to make it, so there I sat on the bleachers all alone. Tiffanie walked in, late, and sat beside me. When everyone was asked to move in to a smaller group, she moved with me. We shared a lot of the same views on the policy, and I learned that she was, also, a very outspoken personality. Tiff and I walked out of the panel together, exchanged phone numbers, and the rest is pretty much history.
 Tiffanie knew more about the Marine Corps in general, and I knew more about Camp Lejeune. (Tiffanie had just moved to the area.) I was a stay at home mom in need of adult conversation, and she needed a place to hang out while her husband was at work. It was a great match.
 Our first family portraits were taken by Mary Louise. She needed us to help build her photography portfolio. To this day, she is the only one that can get my husband to really smile for a picture. She (and Vincent) have become like family to us. If you’ve ever heard her and Jesse argue, you would think that we were family. (I would love to hear what people think when we all go out in public together ...)
 Janna is my Starbucks buddy. Sometimes it seems like she’s my Starbucks Bitch. I whine that I need some coffee, and half an hour later she magically appears at my door with a Venti Mocha Frappe. Explain that one. Starbucks just isn’t the same without her. Not that there’s one within an hour of my house, anyway. (sad face ... )
 Tiffanie is my favorite wine-o. She always brings a good time with her. Not that we ever get out of hand, mind you, but we definitely know how to relax and enjoy ourselves. Tiffanie is like an open book, some of our conversations can even make me blush! I cherish those honest talks with her.
 I would probably say that I’m the big sister. Seeing as I’m older than everyone, was married before the Marine Corps, and already have three kids, it kind of came naturally. But I’m okay with that. Like I’ve told all the Marine wives I’ve talked with throughout the years:  If I can save someone the hassle/worry/headache that I went through, I am more than happy to share my knowledge.
 Jesse and I didn’t meet until we were twenty-two, I already had a daughter by then. We didn’t marry until I was twenty-five. A year later, Jesse enlisted. I’ve got plenty of life experience under my belt. We’ve been through just about every relationship peak, valley, and plateau there is. One thing’s for sure, the support of my sisters has helped me through most of those darkest times.
 We’ve all changed in our time as friends. Some of us have moved on from the Marine Corps. Some of us have moved on from relationships. But one thing has never changed, I still talk to at least one of my girlfriends every single day. They listen to me rave and rant about my new life back in Iowa, and I do the same for them. I still share my hopes and dreams with them, and I support them in all of their endeavors.
 We are not sorority sisters, but sisters in silent arms (Once a Marine wife, always a Marine wife). These friendships were forged later in life, for me, but they are ties that I hope to keep until the end. I love you dearly Mary Louise, Janna & Tiffanie.
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