Author: soheresmystoryblog

My name is Jennifer. I'm the wife of Dave, my favorite husband ever, and the mom to 450, give or take a few. I've given birth to two handsome baby boys, who have grown in to two handsome, wonderful young men. I do, however, provide snacks, bandaids, a listening ear, emotional support, calls to check in on, and so much more to about 450 kids at the high school where I am the "office lady". So in essence, I have 450 plus kids. My husband and I live in the middle of nowhere, in the upper left corner of the lower 48, with our dogs, cats, occasional cow, and a stray horse named Amber. In the absence of children in the home, our mixed breed lap dog, who happens to be the size of a small pony, has become our fur baby. I have a heart for the broken and hurting. God did not bring me through childhood abuse, bad decisions as a teenager and saved by Christ as an adult, to keep my story to myself. I firmly believe that we are not meant to walk this road alone, I mean God did create Eve because it wasn't good to leave Adam alone.

Wandering Wonderer

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According to the dictionary a wanderer is a person who travels aimlessly, rootless and without destination. I, however, disagree. I like to think of myself as a wanderer in the sense that I have an adventurous spirit. The need deep in my soul to travel, to see things, experience places I’ve never been.

I wouldn’t consider myself rootless, I have a home that I love, and that my heart longs for when I’ve stayed away too long.

When on a new adventure, I want to take it all in, the sights, smells, culture, the way the air feels. Not in a rush, but slowly wandering so I don’t miss anything, taking mental notes along the way. I always find myself in awe of the Wonder of creation I am experiencing.

So there you have it…my definition of a Wandering Wonderer.

Lost No More

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Oh Happy Day! The missing pens have found their way back to my desk! Imagine my delight to have my “school pens” where they belong, and be able to return my “purse pens” to their assigned station. Yes, I am that person who has a set of pens for school, purse, and home. Don’t judge 😋.





Do you have a favorite pen, pencil or writing utensil?  Do you have a favorite type or brand?  I am so curious about your thoughts on this subject, so please comment below!

Missing Pens

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Ok, for those of you who don’t k ow this about me it might come as a surprise, but for those that do, you will understand the pain of my current situation.

First of all…Hi my name is Jennifer, and I am a pen snob. I am just very picky about the pens I use. The way they feel when you hold them, the way they write, how the ink flows, and even the shade of the ink. Using a great pen, my current favorite pen, makes me happy.

So imagine my shock, turned into panic, that moved into frustration and has settled in sadness, when I came in to work this morning to find the 3 pens I use every day MIA! I put them in the same place every evening when I leave, but when I started to get them out for the day they were gone. GASP!

I searched high and low. In my desk, emptied my purse and my school bag only to come up empty handed. The only one of the pens left is this lonely red one, and I’m sure he misses his friends.

So if you happen to see a purple, blue, and pink pen similar to the one pictured above, and with a sticker that reads “stolen from Jennifer Schoonover” please let me know.

Also, I’m very curious if I am alone in my pen obsession… please share your comments below, I would love to hear from you.

Shopping Adventures

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Day 23

Hello, my name is Jen, and I am NOT a morning person. Actually, it’s the process of getting out of bed that I’m not a fan of. The alarm jarring you awake, the crawling out of your warm comfy nest to stumble around and force your sleep deprived body to function.

All that being said to set the stage for the Friday after Thanksgiving. I love these ladies so much that I drug my butt out of bed on a day that I could have slept in to go shopping with them. I am so thankful them that I am willing to sacrifice precious sleep to hang out with them. It was precious time well spent.

Jen, Morgan and Mariah I love you and am so very thankful for each of you!

Passing The Baton

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Day 22

Our nation sets aside one day a year to pause and give thanks for all that we have. A day to gather with family and friends to enjoy a special meal together.

Most families have traditions. Who makes the pies, the recipe used for the stuffing, and who carves the blessed bird. In the Schoonover family the turkey carver has always been Uncle Gene.

This year there was a changing of the guard so to speak. We all stood back and watched Uncle Gene pass his knife on to my husband Dave and give him instructions on how to carry out this duty properly.

If you read my posts at all, I’m sure this is a shock to you, but I tend to look deep in to every day situations at the meaning below the surface. I know, this is big news. I am a little choked up at the passing of this baton. I am proud of the man my husband has grown into, I am sad that Uncle Gene is feeling the need to pass on his duties, and I can’t believe that it means we’re the grown ups. When did that happen?

Hooks

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Day 21

This collection of crochet hooks belonged to my Grandma Ann. I swear she could make anything with them and a little yarn. She so loved creating and sharing those creations with everyone. She made more afghans, throws and shawls than I could ever imagine.

My Grandma taught me to crochet when I was 10, and helped me to know the joy of sharing my creations. I didn’t realize what a gift that was. When I look at these hooks, I think of all the love she put into all she created and I am so blessed to have the tools she used, and the ability to use them.

It may sound silly to some, but when I use her hooks, whether it be to craft something or to teach someone else how to crochet, it’s like sharing her legacy.

I am thankful for this collection of hooks, and the legacy she shared with me.

Reading

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I have always loved to read. I would devour books. Almost any genre would do. I just loved the adventures you could emerse yourself in. While life felt so limited, you could become part of the story and actually experience what it felt like to have no limits at all.

When I was a child, we had a lot of story books, then in late elementary I was introduced to Nancy Drew and Trixie Belden. Oh I loved a good mystery. I have read every one. I grew as a reader and could not wait for the library to get the newest book in whatever series I was reading. Now you have thousands upon thousands of adventures right at your fingertips, just a download away.

What a blessing it is to be able to read. To escape to deserted islands, haunted mansions, or remote villages in the jungle. I am so thankful for this often overlooked skill…this gift.

My Bed

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Day 19

I am thankful for the beautiful log bed my husband made for me many years ago. It has been a place of rest and comfort for our family, yep including our fur baby.

There are many people who don’t know the warmth and comfort of a safe place to sleep, to truly rest, I know from experience what it is like to try to sleep where you don’t feel safe. So for this often overlooked luxury, I give thanks. I pray that if you are reading this and find yourself without a warm and safe place to sleep, that you will reach out…there are people who care.

Celebrations

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Days 17 and 18

It happens every year…I have to mesh a couple of days together because, well honestly they kind of melded naturally.

The weekend was full of celebrating the end of our first Deming Speedway Season as TnT Motorsports.  There was dinner, dancing, chatting, laughing, new friendships made and a season of racing…celebrated! I am so thankful for all of it! It was such a wonderfully exhausting weekend and I’m already looking forward to next year!

 

Worn

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Day 16

Today, I’m feeling like this old door on my garden shed. I’m tired, physically, emotionally, and mentally. I’ve been battling thoughts and tossing them around. Analyzing every conversation over and over. This has been going on since Tuesday afternoon and I am worn out.

I’m sharing that because I had to dig a little for today’s thankful post…not because I have nothing to be thankful for. I’m thankful for my family, my lap dog, my home, the food I have and the table to eat it at. I have a great job, wonderful friends, I am rich in blessings and love. I love Jesus and He loves me. I have His word in multiple versions and try to read it every day.

But today, I’m tired and I wanted to be transparent in my struggle, because I didn’t want to post something half assed. I am thankful for my life, but today the struggle is real and I had to dig a little and be honest instead of chosing something specific yet half hearted to write about.