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Happy Birthday Mom

It was a hot Michigan July. The air was full of excitement as the country prepared to celebrate Independence Day. Fireworks and family would lead the Schoenbergers into the eventful next day. On this day in 1955, Dorothy and Howard Schoenberger welcomed a beautiful baby girl into the world, Donna G. Schoenberger.   I’m sure they wondered what she would be and where life would take her. This child grew to be a striking beauty. She lived life in many areas; Michigan, California, Texas, and Colorado. Her thirst for adventure lead her to enlist in the United States Army at the young age of 17 years old. After serving for several years she decided it was time to see more new sites. Her work took her from places such as a pet shop, a “bunny” at the very first Playboy restaurant, in California. She also became a reputable court reporter but after the birth of a second child, she was forced to quit. She took her skills to the medical field and became a lighting fast medical transcriptioni
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Autoimmune disease

Have been looking for a meme that summarizes how I feel on a regular basis, dealing with autoimmune diseases. I have yet to find one that speaks the truth. Perhaps only a novel or textbook would help explain what people with autoimmune disorders go through. On good days, I kick ass and take names, while having pain. On bad days, I wake up exhausted and hurt too badly to make it out of bed before hunger sets in. Today, I am way more tired than I should be. I have way less motivation than a normal person. I hate that I feel this way. What is more painful than the day-to-day, is accepting that the health conditions that I struggle with, have no cure. This is the 2nd or 3rd attempt at this blog because I just got too tired. Sounds funny. It's the truth, I watched my husband clean and reorganize the basement yesterday. I was so thankful that he did it, that task would have taken me months. My brain didn't even process what he did because I would never have the energy to complete
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No Title Today

I have a list of drafted topics that I have yet to finish writing. I don't necessarily have one thing I have set out to share. I may honestly be procrastinating; I have a research paper due this evening. I am just about done. I am on drink #2 and would like to type something other than information about The Industrial Revolution, while it is interesting and well written (if I do say so myself), I am over it. Ruby is yelling at the dog because he is barking at one of the neighborhood strays, I am trying to listen to music over the sound of cartoons, and should be making dinner. I just celebrated my birthday and that always has me feeling nostalgic. Optimism for the future and criticism for every moment that has passed. I lost my mom a couple months before my 21st birthday and that hole she left only gets larger. I find myself regretting this said and done between the two of us and even more so, missing all of the inside jokes and outbursts of laughter. It is very difficult to desc
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Just a stay at home mom

Growing up, we saw June Cleaver as the collected stay at home mom; she had her shit together. I don't really know how I want to introduce this topic so I won't; let's get real. Any official government form I am a homemaker; I always write this, I suppose it sounds more official. I have been made to feel over the last few years of being one, that stay at home moms are less than, the 45 hour a week working mom. Before you get angry, I am not in any way bashing you, working mama! Over the last year we have opened multiple locations of a retail chain, I am back in school at 3/4 time the last, almost year and will be full-time from here on out. We have a very active 3 year old (who's preschooler isn't, right) and she is involved in extracurricular classes and just started 1 day a week of preschool. I am also actively chasing a very personal goal of competing in my first bodybuilding competition. I also struggle with multiple auto immune diseases and illnesses that will
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Set Backs

Setting goals means making progress and having pride in whatever it is you have set out to do. In this journey to competition and certifying as a personal training/ sports nutritionist, I have had really positive experineces. But, have also dealt with set backs & the awful roller coaster of emotions that come along with that. As mothers, no, as women we are expected to fulfill societies definition of "perfect." If we dont, we aren't worthy of love, success, or happiness. I say it's time that we put an end to that. Easier said than done. It is going to start with each and every individual. I vow to do my absolute best every single day. I vow to not beat myself up about an "off" moment or day. Sometimes at the gym I feel like crap. That's okay because I tell myself there is no bad workout and it's true. I get my butt, and my 2 year olds butt to the gym 5 days a week. So if I'm tired every now & then, I'm OK with that. I vow to never com
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Finding a New Way

There are many things that nobody tells you when you decide to start your own little family. Many of these I'm sure I will delve into deeper at some point. But today I want to talk about how nobody tells you how terribly hard it is to maintain your own personal entity. I adore my daughter more than life itself, you will discover this the more you get to know me. I love my husband with my everything. It is no one person's fault that I have had to deal with this, I think it is just life. It has to just be '"growing pains." I like that- growing pains. I think that starting a family so young was the best decision I could have made. With that, though, comes figuring out who I want to be as real person. That,  and deciding what kind of mother to be and also, what type of wife. These 3 pieces to the puzzle of life are probably largest and most important to a woman in my position. My Mama raised us 3 girls by herself. She worked all of the time, between multiple jobs and
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