Sometimes the message is all about the perception of the receiver.


Well, it’s been awhile since I blogged, and the least I can say about it is that life kind of got derailed for a bit.

As you may remember, I had experienced a kitchen accident leaving me with a good sized chunk missing from my dominant index finger. That’s all healed up now, but typing was a real bummer for a few months. Sometimes you just have to stop, rest, and take stock of what’s important.  As such, I just needed to take a blog break for a bit.

As part of a break from blogging, which I’ve missed, I’ve been thinking about the types of things I write, and the sorts of things I post on other social media. 

What prompted me to do a deep think about these things is that I’ve been forced to check myself, to make sure I wasn’t posting things that may be generally offensive to others. You see, a friend said something to me that was kind of mean, said in spiteful, sarcastic kind of tone, about some things I post. These things were general posts about stuff that I do, or places I go, and I couldn’t figure out what was it that I did that was so offensive.

I began to stew on this quite a lot, to the point where I felt compelled to ask my mother, and several trusted friends, what it could be. Being familiar with my postings they had no answer for me, and were equally as puzzled. 

In thinking this through, I remember something from a college communications course I took. The instructor looked us all in the eye one day and stated emphatically that how information is received is a product of the receiver, of their life experiences, and many times you can’t do anything about that. Our perception will color everything we see and hear, and sometimes the intent of the speaker/poster is lost getting through all of that.  I see how that is true in my life sometimes, especially with political and social issues. 

Sometimes there is no intent other than sharing your joy in doing something that makes you happy, but it can get caught up and discolored in the filter of others’ unhappiness.  It’s painful to hear. 

I’ve come to the conclusion that I can’t fix that because it won’t make these people happier to see me unhappy… at least I hope not. I’ve made an effort to try not to post when I’m sad or super angry about something. It gives the effect that my life looks super rosy on Facebook, and that is an unintended result. I have a regular life with ups and downs, just like everyone else.

Blogging is quite different for me than regular social media. This is the space I use to help myself work through some things I struggle with sometimes. I like to keep it as positive as I can but once in awhile you will see things here that aren’t as happy, like today. Thanks for your patience while I work through this.  It was hard to write about, and I spent more time than normal editing this post.

Having said that, I always do my best to end my blog posts on a positive beat. I want you to know that it really is ok to be happy. It’s ok to share what you find joy in doing. Rock on, happy campers, and many blessings to you all!

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Day 14 – Writing when my brain is empty


Some days I get out of bed with my head almost bursting full of things I want to write about. Other days, like today, I’ve got nothing. Absolutely nothing upstairs to write about.

I could tell you all sorts of things about what my house sounds like today, and that it’s surprising to see Older Son up so early. Now he is sitting across the room looking at me and asking questions. It’s hard to write meaningfully when someone’s looking at you, and you know they wish you’d put down what you’re doing and talk to them.

Clock is ticking, kiddo… Tick, Tock…gotta get this blog written, run through the shower, throw on some clothes and get down the road to work.

When I started this 100 day challenge, it not only meant 100 straight days of exercise, but also 100 straight days of blogging. I love to blog, and so that was the stick and carrot in front of my face to get me going on this 100 day challenge. So that means I have to write something, and on days when my brain is absolutely devoid of anything really meaningful, I will have to resort to blathering.

Yes, that’s my big weapon in my blogging arsenal – Blather. And now you all know the ancient North Dakota Norwegian secret to life and small talk. I’m not doing too badly today, as I haven’t resorted to talking about the weather.

Older Son ventured into the kitchen to make some coffee, and is now back in the living room asking me questions about my blog, and talking about the new King Kong movie. I think the lesson here for today is that it’s a better thing to pay attention to a person than a screen, so I will go do that.

Here’s hoping that you all have someone close by who is really interested in conversing with you. No matter how interesting blogging might be, life is too short to ignore the people in it. Blessings all!

 

Day 5 – Making use of Nooks and Crannies


Another day downtime-1-28-17, and I am struck by how quickly time passes. I am completely unaware of how much time has gone by until I look up and am astonished what the time is.

I seem to be perpetually astonished this way.

Yesterday, I only experienced fail once with the treadmill stopping on me. Not terrible, but in fussing with it, I seem to have lost 6 minutes of my 30 minute walk. Well, at least according to my Fit Bit. That doesn’t take away from the fact that I did spend 30 minutes walking, but I don’t get whole credit for it. If I am to be able to track my progress, I will need to find some ways around all of this tomfoolery. Or do I need to? I’d like to, because I want to be able to look back and see just how much work I had to do in order to lose the weight and get healthy.

So, who says I don’t get credit for how much I walked? The company who makes Fit Bit? Face Book? My peers? Me?  All of the above, but that is easily fixed. I’m only the real one that matters, because I know. My body knows, because it’s stiff from the morning assault of exercise, where before there wasn’t any. I’m in constant recalculate mode to make sure I am on time in the morning. Time is everything in my daily life. Keeping track of time, and what I do in a given span of time,  is the top thing that seems to matter. It feels like I need to cram in what’s important to me in between work and other responsibilities.

I’m more than a little sick of it, no lie.

I crave to be able to just get up and not worry about how much I can get done in a day. I want to just sit at my computer and write some days, and not have to care about anything else. I’ve missed blogging, and by now you have undoubtedly noticed that my 100 Day Challenge is just as much about blogging as it is exercise. Getting healthy isn’t just about the body, it’s about the mind too, and I needed to make time for it.

I have been fretting about what I would have to chop out of my life in order to “make time” for a healthier lifestyle, and for blogging.  I think the answer isn’t to chop anything out, but to just rearrange things when the opportunity presents itself, or fill up the space with something positive where there is an empty nook or cranny available.

You may have noticed that I have a tendency towards verbosity. Part of this 100 Day Challenge is that I am trying to learn how to blog meaningfully, crammed between exercise and running to work,  while throwing back my morning smoothie. I want to learn how to cram more and better meaning into a smaller amount of verbiage because time does get away from me.  There have been so many times I had something to write about, but felt like I couldn’t do it in whatever sliver of time I had available to me. Today is awesome, because it’s Saturday, and I don’t have to be anywhere for quite a while, and I can write to my heart’s content. It feels REALLY good to write again.

Here’s hoping you find all kinds of lovely opportunities in the nooks and crannies of every day life. Make them count, even if your goal is just a really awesome nap. Blessings!

Sweet sounds, and some not so sweet


So a little update from my little nest on the High Plains: I finished my meditation class, went back to my part-time job for the holiday season (and saw my fifth anniversary) at the Big Red Box Store, made it through all of the holidays, managed to make it through three big blizzards, had a nice visit from Younger Son over New Years, and am approaching my first anniversary at my new job.

Yes, there are a lot of small details left out, but suffice it to say that it was never a dull moment at the end of 2016. In fact, I have found myself running and breathless in trying to keep up with everything that goes on. I am really thinking about what it is I need to chop out of my life so I can have more life, if that makes any sense.  How do I not chop out anyone, in order to make room for everyone? How to I make more room for ME?

In the few quiet moments I have, I try to retreat to what the smallest common denominator in my life has been: What is the blessing here? Today that is sound.

There are so many sounds that are sweet to the ears. Today’s sweet sound is that of my neighbor clearing out my driveway. Mother Nature has gifted my little corner of the High Plains with close to 60 inches of snow. It’s so much that we just don’t have room to put it anywhere. Driving down some roads is much like driving through frozen canyons, with corners so high you can’t see the oncoming traffic. The blessing here is that Spring is coming. It always does. Until then, it helps to have awesome neighbors with some kick ass machinery that makes short work of tall mounds of snow. He gets $50 bucks, I get the snow cleared away from my house and driveway in about 20 minutes. Everyone is happy!

I love the sound of my heater kicking on, which means I don’t have to tinker with it to make it go.

I really enjoy the sound of my parents fussing over their new dog. They adopted an older dog with some health issues, She’s a real sweetie, and makes them really happy.

I enjoy the “ping” of my Facebook messenger, which opens the door to a lovely conversation with one of my very favorite people, asking me if I have given up blogging. Thanks for the kick in the butt, “H”… I think that blogging is the big thing I will chop something else out to make room for.

I like the sounds of laughter coming from my boss and me, because humor helps us float on bad days. There have been a bunch of those at work  lately, but working with good people makes all the difference.

I really like the sound of my Flirt texting me to ask if I have strung my fishing poles yet. We will be going ice fishing in our new ice house tomorrow, and the line on my poles is super old. I need to put the new line on tonight, and he has volunteered to help.

These are all genuine sounds that come from real sources. The sound I don’t find real or genuine is Trump’s inaugural speech. I listened to it today, and I felt like someone was saying all the right things to get me to buy into what he is selling. I don’t believe a word of it.  Used car anyone?

It’s my wish that he ends up being a better president than I could ever give him credit for. I’m not holding my breath, but there’s always hope. If nothing else, at the end of 4 years we get another crack at a voting in someone else.

Here’s hoping that your ears are filled with lovely sounds that give you much happiness. If the sounds you hear make you feel like someone is selling you a lemon, dig deep and grab on to hope for the future. Nothing is new under the sun, and this will pass too.

 

 

Ok, I’ve arrived! Now what?!


Greetings to you, my Faithful Readers…

I know it’s been a while, and I have been away for a long time. To say that I have been busy would be a bit of an understatement. Not only did Younger Son graduate from high school and then join the military after a nice long summer, but I have also been occupied with my two jobs, as well as trying to have a semblance of a personal life. I have also been caught up in shenanigans from my ex husband. All in all, it’s been quite a wild ride this year, most especially this last half.

Recently, the thing that has struck me the most is my inability to “get it together”, as it were. I’ve kind of floated through life this last year half freaked out, and half numb, not quite understanding what my problem is. I’ve felt a general sense of being paralyzed in my thoughts and ability to function. It’s a little like walking through life where there’s no color, no passion, no real living…there’s been a whole lot of existing.

In the last couple of months I’ve had some epiphanies, and just now I’ve been able to piece together in my head what my heart has been hollering at me for quite a while: I’ve really had the terrible feeling of not having a purpose.

What?! How can one not have a purpose? Well, let’s define that a little better. I can’t find a meaningful purpose for my daily existence. I haven’t had a goal of what I want to do, or be, or where I want to go. My sole purpose for the last 5 years has been to get my children through school, and launched into the world as productive, self-sufficient human beings. Older Son is working, has successfully financed his first vehicle by himself, and really doesn’t need me so much any more. Younger Son, as I earlier mentioned, is off learning about the world via the military. He will learn a skill that is marketable in civilian life, and is pretty self-sufficient. I miss him terribly, but I don’t worry for him. At least not yet. In short, I’m here…now what?

What about my work? Do I not find a purpose, or a reason to get up in the morning for that alone? Yes. Just barely. In the last month, I have been able to get a new position at the Cube Farm. It did come with a little bit of a raise and the people I work with are nice, with the exception of my Ex. Yes, he also got promoted to this new department. It’s been more than a little stressful having him in close proximity, especially now that he is dragging me through court…again. Even though that makes it uncomfortable, the work is so boring and overwhelming at the same time… so much coming at me at once. It’s a little like trying to take a sip out of a wide open fire hydrant, and not terribly inspiring. At least my last position was something I believed in. I loved the people I worked for, and therefore worked harder.

Between some pretty awful changes at work locally, and at a Corporate level, and my lack on anyone to take care of, I feel cut loose and rudderless. I don’t feel like I have a stable platform to stand on every day where I know what I am about, and what I need to do, other than just to go through the motions of getting through the day.

Quite frankly, I feel a little as though I’m on a big highway to Nowhere.empty-highway-road

How about my love life? I’m ok with it. However, I know that it can be better. This brings me to my first epiphany. I think I might be ready to move in with my Flirt. It will take some sacrifice on both sides because we are both somewhat set in our ways, but I think we’ll do ok once we get there.

Younger Son said something to me this Summer, just before he left, that inspired me. He encouraged me to move away, and get a fresh start. My brother is busy trying to get me and my parents to move closer to his family. We’ve missed out on a lot of each other’s lives being so far away, and I’m ready to have more family around again. Second epiphany: I’m done with this place, and I would dearly love to have a clean break from it and go somewhere new and interesting.

How do I get those two ideas (moving in with my Flirt, and moving away) together and moving in the same direction? It helps that my Flirt was present for that conversation with Younger Son and promptly agreed, saying “yeah, let’s go“. No hesitation, no worry about what to do when we get to wherever it is that we are going. That’s one of the things I love about him. He brings a spontaneous sense of adventure to my life.

dancing-flamesJust this last few months, I’ve felt a fire growing in my belly that I’ve not had in a long time. I’ve spoken about having a fire in one’s belly before. This fire isn’t so much the comfy campfire kind. It’s more like a conflagration, raging out of control underneath everything else that is stressing me out. It’s not something I built consciously, but it just kind of sprang up out of left field. I can see in my head what I want, and where I want to be, and when I want to get there, but I don’t have a clear path yet and it’s frustrating. As such, I’ve almost avoided thinking about it, while still getting ate up by it.  This is the sense of purpose that I have been missing, and I need to get a choke hold on it and not fear it, or worry over it, or obsess on it. I need to prepare to be ready to jump on a good opportunity when it becomes available.

So, what’s the plan? Good question. There’s a lot to consider, and it’s more than a little overwhelming. I have a tendency to get lost in the weeds, so I have narrowed my goals down to a few items to try to keep it manageable:

1. Get my house ready for sale.

That’s right. I’m ready to dump my happy little fixer upper. First, I have a little fixing up to do. Hopefully most of it will just be cosmetic, and stuff I can do over the next year.

2. Get my finances under control.

During the last two years, my Ex decided that he didn’t want to pay what the court ordered him to pay me, and I have been robbing Peter to pay Paul. As a result, I’m trying to dig out, and get my suffering credit score out of the dumper.

3. Get healthy

I back-slid something fierce in the health department, having gained 25 lbs in the last year. I know most of it has to do with stress, because there’s nothing like the crunchy fabulousness of chips and dip, or the velvety goodness of ice cream, when the world is falling down around your ears. I’m pretty miserable carrying all of this extra weight, and I want to feel good again.

4. Get the situation with my Ex under control for good.

I’m tired of him thumbing his nose at me, and at the court system. They command him to do something, “or else”, and then he just does what he wants anyway without repercussion. I’m hopeful that this will be the last go-round with him in the court system, and that it will be done by the time March rolls around.

5. I need to get my spiritual life active again

What does this entail? All sorts of things that I just haven’t engaged in for a very long time. At this time in my life, though, I don’t feel bound by any one religion, or spiritual practice. I’ve come to realize, having been raised a Lutheran, you can take the girl out of the church, but you can’t quite take the Lutheran out of the girl. Much of who I am comes from that upbringing, even though I don’t agree with a bunch of what I was taught. I was also a practicing Wiccan for several years and, though there are some things about that mode of spirituality I don’t agree with anymore, there is much of value I can take comfort in. There’s a whole world of spiritual goodness out there, and I want to get back to being a seeker.

6. I need to learn how to live simply and decrapify (yes, that’s a word. At least in my world)

My house is full of crap I don’t need, and hardly use. My next dwelling will most likely be an apartment, or something I can rent, and I want to be able to pick up and go with as little drama and effort as possible. That means getting rid of things that don’t serve any immediate or lasting purpose.

7. Start writing again

I missed writing, and I missed interaction with you. I have had a habit of thinking in recent times that I didn’t have anything to write about that anyone would be interested in. The truth is, I have loved writing this blog for me. I found healing in it, and it’s something I need and want to get back to.

Well, I think I might have exhausted myself with all of this blather. I guess it’s been pent-up for a while and it feels good to write again. I missed it, and I’ve missed you guys.

I hope you all have that thing that lights a fire in your gut, and that makes you feel like you have a purpose. If you don’t, come walk with me and we’ll find it together. Blessings, all!

Oh what a lovely gift!


Greetings all!

Well, it’s been quite a summer, and apparently I’ve been so active that I haven’t had the time to blog for the last two months. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but I will get into more about that in my next post.

For this initial post, getting back in the blog saddle, so to speak, I’d like to acknowledge that I was blessed to have been given not one, but four blogging awards by one of my favorite bloggers, Teresa Silverthorn of Beyond the Pear Tree. If you haven’t stopped by Teresa’s blog, please make sure that you do. She shares some amazing insights and is a wonderful storyteller.  I’d like to take this opportunity to thank Teresa for bestowing these lovely awards upon my little blog. They are as follows:

                   As part of having received these, I am supposed to tell you ten random things about me. Ok…here goes!

1. I love to blog, but don’t have a lot of time between two jobs, two kids, house, boyfriend, etc… It’s a horse I’m going to make more time to get back up on, though. I sure did miss blogging this summer.

2. I believe in reincarnation. I figure there is just too much to learn and get it all right in the space of one lifetime, so we must be able to come back and keep trying until we get it right. Goodness, I hope I’ve learned several particular lessons well enough that I can learn something else next time around.

3. I think I might be allergic to my cat…I’m hoping between the doctor for me, and the vet for him, we can figure something out so I don’t have to give him away.

4. I just picked the first tomato from my garden…a small golden pear-shaped fruit that will no doubt taste fabulous. I love fresh food from the garden!

5. Having  just got back from vacation to South Dakota, I still have one day off to do whatever I want with. Yay!

6. I’ve reached an age and time in my life where I feel like I have a chance at a new start.

7. My house is an 800 sq. ft. fixer-upper that is pretty crowded for three. It won’t be too long until the boys leave home to start their own lives, and then it will be just right for me and my stuff.

8. Every year I say,  “This is the year I will get a fence to go around my back yard!” Looks like I will be putting one around the front yard too, given that my neighbors have taken to brawling on my front lawn. No kidding…I couldn’t believe it either.

9.  It’s football time again, and I just dropped Younger Son off at practice. It always makes me so paranoid that he will get hurt, but I would be a liar if I didn’t admit that I love to watch him play.

10. This has been a Summer like I’ve not known in many years. I usually don’t make the effort to get out to see and do, but this year I did. I did so many fun things this summer that I feel like I’m starting to make up for lost time. Several items have been checked off my Bucket List, and now I have room for more!

Next I am supposed to nominate 20 people…Holy cow. I’m not sure I want to limit my list, so what I am going to do is reference  you to each and every one of the blogs I have listed in my links at the right. Honestly, I wouldn’t have them in my links if I didn’t find them a worthwhile place to go. I hope you have the time to stop by and visit each and every one…they are all fabulous places to spend time.

Thanks again to Teresa for thinking of me. I sure do appreciate it!

I have a cup of coffee in hand, a list of tasks that need to be accomplished….time to jump back into the real world and get some things done. Even though the list of things I need to do is kind of large, I still feel relaxed and refreshed. Here’s hoping that you are all feeling the same!

Saturday mish-mash


I sure have missed my blog.

Generally, my problem has been that I have a terrible case of writer’s block and can’t write. Recently, though, I’ve just not had the time. Today I have a few precious hours to myself as I don’t work until later this morning, and the boys won’t be reading over my shoulder as Older is still sleeping and Younger is at work. It’s just me, the cat and my coffee….ahhhhh!

I’ve had so much going on that I find I have an over abundance of things to write about, so I will just babble until I run out of stuff, or run out of time. Here goes:

Yesterday I asked my Dad about blogging again. I’ve been pestering him about it recently as I think he’d be really good at it, but he is resisting. I don’t know if he doesn’t think he has anything to say, or if he doesn’t want to be tied to it and feel obligated to keep up with it daily, but he flat refuses. It’s a crying shame as he has a keen intellect and plenty of interesting opinions. Personally, I think he might be a blogging addict once he got started, and I’m going to keep working on him.  I’m going to pester my Mom too. She can be wickedly funny, and I’m betting that she might like blogging too, if I can just get her started.

My Dad recently has begun to tell stories from his youth that I’ve not heard in all of my almost 43 years. Mom has always told me things about from when she was growing up, and I would imagine that she has more to tell. I’d like to get my parents to commit as many of these stories as they can to some form of permanent media, whether it’s paper or digital.

My kids have not read my blog, that I am aware of, and I am hoping that it will serve as a window into my perspective for them when they get to be older. I should take my own good advice and get on the stick and write about my childhood too, and perhaps this blog is the best spot for that.  I should also write about my kids’ childhoods. There will be a lot they don’t remember, or never knew.  I’ve been looking for a direction to take this blog, and perhaps that is it. Mixing the old and the new, comparing the happenings of today with stories from the past? Much food for thought there.

So what’s new in my little corner of The High Plains? Well, I’ve been working at The Red Big Box Store since just before Christmas, and it is a VAST improvement over The Blue Big Box Store. Not only do they have a very good sense of organization and communication, but it’s so much cleaner. Just about the only thing I have to complain about is how they do their scheduling. So far, it hasn’t been enough to make me want to leave, though, so I’ll hang with it. I also got a promotion at the Cube Farm. I’m going to a department that I worked in before, and I’ll be working for a lady who is just the bee’s knees fabulous. The job I have been in since my last one was liquidated is good, and I have amazing people to work with, but I have been feeling stagnant and bored with it. This new job will give me the variety I need and a lot of opportunity for growth. It also has the added bonus of a little extra pay, so I’m hoping to drop down my hours at The Red Box Store, which will give me some more time at home.

Speaking of home, not much has been done in the home improvement department…just not much time, and the weather has been terrible. Tomorrow, I’m going to be a Domestic Goddess and do laundry until my washer and dryer cry for mercy. I’m also going to do some basement organization so that everything is ready for the next phase of the remodel: The Pantry!  I’ve already got some extra non perishables stocked up, just waiting for a place to go. I can’t wait to get my new pantry filled up! Being prepared for emergencies is something that has been weighing heavily on my mind, and something I’ve not been able to do much about. If a person has a well stocked pantry groceries (and other household necessities) are going to be the least of your worries if something catastrophic happens. This is what a lot of people call “prepping”. It’s another topic I will be blogging heavily about in the coming year, and something you can definitely hear more about if you check out Jack Spirko at   The Survival Podcast. Jack is an interesting guy who has a lot of great ideas about how to live a good, and well prepared, life.  More about that topic later.

Well, my coffee has run out, and Older Son has risen from his man cave. Time to get showered and get on with my day!

 

I AM Stylish…an award!


Be careful...it's frag-eee-lay

I was blessed today by having been bestowed, what is to me, a Major Award. My blog buddy, Aimee, whose blog is called A Day in the Life of My Crazy Little World, was kind enough to include me in a listing of  blogs that she enjoys: The Stylish Blogger Award. I would like you all to make sure you take a trip over to Aimee’s blog, because it’s chock full of goodness in the form of hilarity, great life stories and no-holds-barred, no-B.S.  insight that will have you pointing at your screen hollering, “Yes!! I know exactly what you mean!” before you can even think to stop yourself. Aimee has been an inspiration to me, as she has killer organizational skills, and fabulous ideas for all sorts of things.  Stop what you’re doing right now, and take a trip on over to her blog and check it out. Go on…I’ll wait…(can you hear the Jeopardy music in the background?)

Ok…for those of you who were naughty and didn’t go check out Aimee’s blog yet, shame on you! Well, while we’re waiting for the others to return, I’ll fill you in on the rest of it. Apparently acceptance of this award (She likes me, she really likes me!) hinges on following the rules:

1.Supposed to link back to who nominated you.
2.List seven things we might not know about you.
3.Share the “love” and pay it forward by naming six other blogs you enjoy.

(Crack’s knuckles) Ready? Here goes…first thing, a link back to the blogger who nominated me:

Aimee’s blog can be found at A Day in The Life of My Crazy Little World. Something you’ll notice right away is that she not only has mad organizing skills, but she has style. Her blog is entertaining and cute!

Ok, so I need to share seven things that you may not know about me. Hmmm…alright, here goes!

1. I live in the Great White North, or at least close enough to Canada to count…and I despise being cold. However, we have plenty of hot as well as cold in North Dakota. In the Summer it can reach 100+ degrees, and this winter we experienced -50 degrees counting the windchill, which is a transitional temperature range of 150 degrees. I actually have a “goldilocks” temperature zone preference of 50-75 degrees. I’ve instructed my kids to get jobs in more temperate climates when they grow up, so I can be a Snowbird and come visit when the weather up here is too cold to deal with.

2. Even though I have begun to really hate winter, I don’t think I’d ever want to leave North Dakota permanently. I love it here. The picture posted to the right is a sight that makes my heart go pitter-pat. That gravel road leading to what appears to be nothing but open prairie and deep blue sky is a common thing here North Dakota. Many people take a look at this picture and think there is nothing there. I have news for you. Not only are there many different plants growing on The High Plains that have culinary and medicinal uses, but there is a lot of rich fertile soil to be found here. If you look really hard, off in the distance and to the right, you can see my log cabin, and the beginnings of acres of orchards, berry bush groves, and gardens. This is of course a complete fantasy, and can only take place after I’ve won the lottery big. But…a girl’s gotta dream, and that’s one of mine. One of my big ones. People make the mistake of  assuming that there’s nothing to do, or nothing worthwhile going on here because it’s pretty empty. I think it’s the best kept secret in the Nation. Shhhh…don’t tell anyone!

2. I believe that I was a farmer in another life. I have this overwhelming urge to live off the grid, grow my own food and live off the land. Currently I live on a 10th of an acre in town, which is a completely blank slate with the exception of my house. I’m going to begin landscaping my front and back yards only with shrubs, trees and plants that give me something I can eat. Apples, blackberries, strawberries, cherries, kiwis (you’d be surprised what grows up here)…its’ going to be a busy summer for me, and I’m hoping that within a couple of years, it’ll pay off and keep my family in fruit to freeze, can and make wine with.

3. I want to learn how to card and dye fiber, and spin my own yarn/thread. I’d also like to raise animals and plants to provide me with the materials to do that with. This Spring, I’m going to try to plant some flax, and then next winter I’ll see if I can actually spin thread out of the fiber from those plants. I’d also like to raise angora rabbits for their fur, but unfortunately rabbits are banned in my city as pets (booo, hiss!). I can buy animal fiber on-line, though. Someday, when I’ve built my Magnificent Log Cabin on the Prairie, I’ll have animals I can get harvest fiber from.

4. I like to crochet. I’ve made so many baby blankets and afghans over the years, I’ve lost count of them. Currently my favorite pattern is the Granny Square, because it’s so easy I don’t have to pay much attention to the pattern while I’m working on it. Right now, I’m working on a baby blanket and will be making an afghan for a young friend of the family who is graduating from high school this May. In honor of that special occasion, I’m going to learn the Waffle Weave Stitch, and I can’t wait to try it out!

5. I lost count of all of the places I’ve lived. My family moved around a lot due to my dad’s job, and then when I was in college I moved a lot. I quit counting at 20 some years ago. I’ve been in this house the longest of any place I’ve ever lived, 11 years, and I don’t expect that I’ll be moving any time soon.

6. I want a dog. I have guilt that my kids were raised without a dog in the house, but nobody is home during the day and I can’t in good conscience lock a dog up in a crate for 8-12 hours a day because the rest of us are at work and school.  When I win the lottery and can build my Magnificent Log Cabin on the Prairie, I will finally have my dog. Dogs are a joy and I can’t imagine how boring my childhood would have been without them. I once had a dog who liked to escape, and she didn’t even have the grace to stay in the country. No…she had to run away to Canada.  We lived out in the boonies close to a border crossing, which was 100 feet from my house. The Canadian Border guards always laughed at us as they waved my brother and I through when they saw our dog barreling past them up the highway.

7. I never dreamed that I would have so much to say, that blogging would be so fun, and that I would meet so very many interesting people.

Ok, now onto sharing the love! I’d like to preface this list by saying there were too many to mention, so I went back in the award thread a little bit to see who else of the bloggers I read have been given this most prestigious award already.  The Life of Jamie, A Piece of the Pie Hole and The Idiot Speaketh are definitely on my shortlist of favorites, but since they’ve already been bestowed the Stylish Blogger Award, I’d like to highlight some of the rest of my favorites.  What? Noooo…I’m not cheating by listing more than 6 of my favorite blogs. I just mentioned them. With links. That wasn’t a list, honest!

Here they are, in no particular order:

1. Brea’s Air –  Brea is one of my dearest friends, and one of the few who I would call Sister. She is not only insightful, but she’s funny, sarcastic and there aren’t too many holds barred on her blog. She is also an amazing writer. She persevered and won an award for finishing NaNoWriMo, and continues to entertain and make me think with her short stories. She’s brilliant and I guarantee a visit to her blog will keep you busy for a while.

2. Old And In The Way – According to his bio, Sank’s blog has been described as a cross between Red Forman and Erma Bombeck… I couldn’t have said it better myself. The man is drop dead funny. He writes with a straightforwardness that is not only extremely amusing, but it will also give you something to think about.

3. The Curse of Future Tom – Tom is an amazing writer, and is a published author. I love sense his humor and the way he takes on the varied kinds of B.S. that we all put up with in day-to-day life. Topics range from family to politics and all matters in between. He is another blogger that will not only make you laugh out loud, but give you something to think about and take with you when you have finished reading a post on his blog.

4. Sleep Talkin’ Man This blog will make you laugh so hard you might wet your pants. Seriously…very funny stuff. Karen’s husband Adam talks in his sleep, and she records it and puts snippets of the recordings on the internet. Amazing and unbelievably funny!

5. The Miller Times Andrew Miller is one heck of a blogger. Not only does he have an interesting and unique way of writing about things, but he has a real knack for saying a lot in fewer words than I could ever make meaningful. His latest post shows the surprised expression on his new fiance’s face after he’d asked her to marry him…priceless!

6.Plot Mamas This blog is written by several women who call themselves The Mamas. They are authors, and mothers,  and have many interesting things to blog about. They all take turns and it makes for an interesting mix of things to read within one blog. I most especially enjoyed the a recent post about Ground Hog Day, and what should really be done with that rat who seems to have been given the responsibility of determining how quickly Spring can come. (As far as I am concerned, he’s fired. Bring in the new guy…maybe he has some better ideas about what February should feel like. Just my humble opinion!)

There you have it folks, this brings me to the end of this post. Again, I’d like to thank Aimee for the nomination, and a big thank you to all the bloggers I posted about here today. I wish you all knew just how much you help me keep my sanity after a long day…you guys all rock!

My non-resolutions for 2011


I’ve been putting off posting anything for a while now because every time I sit down to write, somehow everything kind of evaporates into thin air like fog with the rising sun. I had  nice relaxing weekend, which included a 4-hour nap (that’s right – 4 HOURS!) on Saturday, and two nice long nights of sleep. I felt so much better this morning and now actually feel like my words aren’t dripping away through the crevices and cracks in my brain. What I learned this weekend is that in order to be a better blogger, I need to be a slug. I’m going to tuck that little bit of wisdom away for the next time I can’t think of a thing to write about. Nap time!

I hope all of you had a fabulous New Years, and that you got to celebrate the coming of the new year in whatever way made you happiest. I worked at the Big Box Store until 10:30, then came home and stayed up until Midnight. I was so proud of myself, because I didn’t think I was going to make it. I played games on-line, caught up on my backlog of pod-casts and chatted with the boys. At some point, I happened to see out of the corner of my eye that it was 12:10 am, so I wished the boys a Happy New Year and shooed everyone off to bed. It’s tough getting old. I remember when I couldn’t go to sleep before 1 or 2am!

For some reason, I had a hard time getting up any real enthusiasm for New Years this time around, and I wasn’t the only one. Older Son asked me the next day what all the fuss was about because one day didn’t feel any different from the next. I have to wonder if it has something to do with growing up, kind of like finding out that Santa and the Tooth Fairy really don’t exist – it kind of sucks the magic out of life a little bit each time reality becomes a little more clear to you.

I remember when I was 10, and the year was about to change over to 1980. It was amazing to me to contemplate the changing of the year, and that I would never, ever, put another date down that had anything to do with the ’70’s. There was a feeling of newness and strangeness that was so incredible to me that I remember it well all these years later.

I have been reading many blogs about people making resolutions for this new year. I’m terrible at keeping promises to myself, and therefore gave up making new years resolutions a long time ago. I do think that I am going to change the way I think a little bit, and instead of making resolutions which have more to do with things outside of myself,  I am going to turn my focus inward a little.

I think about the 10-year-old girl that I was, who marveled at things and who recognized the magic in the small things in life, and I see that I have lost her amongst the detritus of day-to-day living, kind of  like a beloved possession buried under boxes and blankets in an attic…forgotten for not having been seen for so many years. She peeks out every now and again, but I would like her back front and center. There are more days than not I would guess her council would be worth while:  don’t worry so much, play more, sleep when you’re tired, eat when you’re hungry, spend time with your friends, get out in the sunshine and watch the clouds fly by.

While one can’t necessarily behave like a 10-year-old, one certainly can take a step back and stop being busy in your head long enough to contemplate things on a simpler level and quit worrying so much about all the gray areas. After all is said and done, I think those gray areas mostly take care of themselves in the end anyway.

So, if I were a resolution-making kind of gal, my list would probably go something like this:

1. Live simpler

2. Love more

3. Smile whenever possible

4. Don’t sweat the small stuff

5. Don’t borrow trouble worrying about what might happen – spend more time enjoying the moments you have now.

Sticking to these five items is a lot harder than it looks, but it was easier for that girl that I was. It’s my mission this year to get in touch with my inner 10-year-old. In all fairness of disclosure, I was a complete pain in the ass at the age of 10, just ask my Mom. I’m going to not get in touch with that part…just the happy-go-lucky part. Stay tuned, it could be that I might need an exorcist by the end of the year   😉

I want to thank you all for coming along with me on this experiment I call a blog, and for sharing your kind words and humor. I look forward to getting to know you all better in the coming year, and I hope this new year brings you all much happiness, good health and prosperity. Just for you, here is one of my favorite Irish Blessings:

May you have warm words on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill all the way to your door.

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