Wednesday, December 4, 2013
December Blog Challenge… Done
Today's post was sparked by The Daily Post.
Grab the nearest book. Open it and go to the tenth word. Do a Google Image Search of the word. Write about what the image brings to mind.
Done. The very first google image is
The image came from this website.
This is such an interesting word. The first thing that comes to mind is the song from The Band Perry. Great song! I don't really love the word though. At work whenever I reply to an email with the word "Done" I always cringe and tell myself I should have typed "Finished." Turkeys are done, tasks are finished. Yet, I always reply with "Done," every single time.
Over the past year I've been much better about realizing when I should be "Done" with something or someone. Cutting drama and extra stress out of my life has provided me with the ability to complete more during each day. This has provided me the ability to be a more effective person in my professionally and personally. I still feel guilty each time the "Done" decision has to be made, but it's needed.
I have learned to be pickier about which organizations that receive my volunteer time. Volunteering should not leave me anxious or angry. It should not invite additional stress into my life. Some people will not like me and that's alright! Not everyone will love me, but there will always be plenty of people that do.
It takes maturity to fully appreciate the complexities of "Done." Always explore each situation and every outcome before deciding on using the power of "Done."
Grab the nearest book. Open it and go to the tenth word. Do a Google Image Search of the word. Write about what the image brings to mind.
Done. The very first google image is
The image came from this website.This is such an interesting word. The first thing that comes to mind is the song from The Band Perry. Great song! I don't really love the word though. At work whenever I reply to an email with the word "Done" I always cringe and tell myself I should have typed "Finished." Turkeys are done, tasks are finished. Yet, I always reply with "Done," every single time.
Over the past year I've been much better about realizing when I should be "Done" with something or someone. Cutting drama and extra stress out of my life has provided me with the ability to complete more during each day. This has provided me the ability to be a more effective person in my professionally and personally. I still feel guilty each time the "Done" decision has to be made, but it's needed.
I have learned to be pickier about which organizations that receive my volunteer time. Volunteering should not leave me anxious or angry. It should not invite additional stress into my life. Some people will not like me and that's alright! Not everyone will love me, but there will always be plenty of people that do.
It takes maturity to fully appreciate the complexities of "Done." Always explore each situation and every outcome before deciding on using the power of "Done."
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
December Blog Challenge…. Luxury
Today's topic comes from The Daily Post
Tell us about the one luxury item you wish you could afford, in as much detail as you can.
If I could afford one luxury item right now. Financially and have the time, my desire would be to get back into the horse world. I would eventually love the challenge of getting an off the track standardbred and training them to be a just all around eventing and trail career. For now though, I would love an easy fun to ride horse. I've been out of horses for so long, it would be good for me to have a confidence builder.
I would want a mare who is build uphill, with a naturally balanced gait. An easy ride with zero spook. Brave and forward to fences, while being very careful. I would love to get back into low level eventing. It's so much FUN!
I would board at a local full care facility. An indoor arena would be a requirement, along with an outdoor arena, jump paddock, and lots of trails to hack out on.
I was browsing some internet classifieds and just became lost in dreaming for a while.
This little girl who's listed for sale on Equine.com would be perfect for me!
I wouldn't want anything young, 7-10 yrs would be perfect. A nice sane partner that would be satisfied with being ridden a few times a week. Either ring work or hacking out on the trails.
Maybe something like this cute little girl. Look at that nice collection! She's for sale through Equine.com also!
Clearly I could waste all day dreaming and browsing the sale sites... What would everyone else's one extra luxury item be?
Tell us about the one luxury item you wish you could afford, in as much detail as you can.
If I could afford one luxury item right now. Financially and have the time, my desire would be to get back into the horse world. I would eventually love the challenge of getting an off the track standardbred and training them to be a just all around eventing and trail career. For now though, I would love an easy fun to ride horse. I've been out of horses for so long, it would be good for me to have a confidence builder.
I would want a mare who is build uphill, with a naturally balanced gait. An easy ride with zero spook. Brave and forward to fences, while being very careful. I would love to get back into low level eventing. It's so much FUN!
I would board at a local full care facility. An indoor arena would be a requirement, along with an outdoor arena, jump paddock, and lots of trails to hack out on.
I was browsing some internet classifieds and just became lost in dreaming for a while.
This little girl who's listed for sale on Equine.com would be perfect for me!
I wouldn't want anything young, 7-10 yrs would be perfect. A nice sane partner that would be satisfied with being ridden a few times a week. Either ring work or hacking out on the trails.
Maybe something like this cute little girl. Look at that nice collection! She's for sale through Equine.com also!
Clearly I could waste all day dreaming and browsing the sale sites... What would everyone else's one extra luxury item be?
Monday, December 2, 2013
December Blog Challenge.... Tattoos
I'm going to take a blog challenge and actually write a post every day in December. I have a hard time opening up sometimes so I'm going to use the Daily Post to help with ideas. My pictures will still continue every day.
Do you have a tattoo? If so, what’s the story behind your ink?
I actually do have a tattoo! This should flabbergast anyone that knows me. I have a fear of needles when they are paired with Jessica. This could easily be classified as a phobia.
A tattoo is something I've never had the desire to do. How can someone decide on anything to go on their bodies forever? The finished tat never looks as great as the original drawing. Lots of bad tattoos out there with sad, old wrinkly people! I was never going to be brave enough... Then I got divorced!
My whole world was thrown into a whirlwind of craziness. The kind of scary crazy that actually has an underlying bit of calm. There is a huge empowerment being able to care for yourself and all your critters. It was very overwhelming at first, but it's not something that you can wimp out on. Bills needed to be paid. Critters needed to be fed. Things need to be done!
We all somehow survived those first few weeks of moving to a new apartment, trying to stay sane, not having the time to curl up in a ball and cry. More often than not, I would have forgotten to thaw food out for the girls and I had to go to McDonalds and buy them dollar cheese burgers. They certainly did not complain! I made sure everyone at least had food in their bellies. Except myself. I melted off 20lbs in that first month. Not eating is the best diet!
The dogs were so confused. We started going for a mile walk at the park in the mornings before I had to go to work. Then another long walk after work. We would all crash into an exhausted sleep. We kept so busy that we didn't mind the teeny tiny studio apartment. Not much room for the two greyhounds, two cats, and the king sized bed.
We all pulled through. I leaned heavily on my pups and they were always there for me. Rainy would cuddle in bed with me very night. She's not a natural cuddler and usually prefers her own space. Sunshine would make sure she would take up any remaining space on the bed. It was never lonely to sleep at night. Actually, I can't remember a single bad night of sleep in that little apartment. Usually new places are a cause for lack of sleep. I slept like a rock every night.
As life was slowly piecing itself back together, I developed a new mantra. Do whatever makes you scared! I needed to have a new braveness in my life. My first step was that tattoo.
It's both Rainy and Sunshine's actual pawprints and tattooed numbers. Yes that is a cat hair in the middle of the photo... Welcome to my life!
On a friend's recommendation I went to Explosive Tattoo and Buz took care of me. It was much less scary than I thought it would be. Everyone there was really nice. Buz did his best to keep me comfortable. Once he started with the needle, saw that I turned sheet white, he started asking me all about my puppies and telling me about his dog. It worked and I didn't pass out!
Step one towards my braveness of my new life = Success!
Step two was jumping off a bridge 30 ft in the air, but that's a story for another day! That may have been more crazy than brave.
Do you have a tattoo? If so, what’s the story behind your ink?
I actually do have a tattoo! This should flabbergast anyone that knows me. I have a fear of needles when they are paired with Jessica. This could easily be classified as a phobia.
A tattoo is something I've never had the desire to do. How can someone decide on anything to go on their bodies forever? The finished tat never looks as great as the original drawing. Lots of bad tattoos out there with sad, old wrinkly people! I was never going to be brave enough... Then I got divorced!
My whole world was thrown into a whirlwind of craziness. The kind of scary crazy that actually has an underlying bit of calm. There is a huge empowerment being able to care for yourself and all your critters. It was very overwhelming at first, but it's not something that you can wimp out on. Bills needed to be paid. Critters needed to be fed. Things need to be done!
We all somehow survived those first few weeks of moving to a new apartment, trying to stay sane, not having the time to curl up in a ball and cry. More often than not, I would have forgotten to thaw food out for the girls and I had to go to McDonalds and buy them dollar cheese burgers. They certainly did not complain! I made sure everyone at least had food in their bellies. Except myself. I melted off 20lbs in that first month. Not eating is the best diet!
The dogs were so confused. We started going for a mile walk at the park in the mornings before I had to go to work. Then another long walk after work. We would all crash into an exhausted sleep. We kept so busy that we didn't mind the teeny tiny studio apartment. Not much room for the two greyhounds, two cats, and the king sized bed.
We all pulled through. I leaned heavily on my pups and they were always there for me. Rainy would cuddle in bed with me very night. She's not a natural cuddler and usually prefers her own space. Sunshine would make sure she would take up any remaining space on the bed. It was never lonely to sleep at night. Actually, I can't remember a single bad night of sleep in that little apartment. Usually new places are a cause for lack of sleep. I slept like a rock every night.
As life was slowly piecing itself back together, I developed a new mantra. Do whatever makes you scared! I needed to have a new braveness in my life. My first step was that tattoo.
It's both Rainy and Sunshine's actual pawprints and tattooed numbers. Yes that is a cat hair in the middle of the photo... Welcome to my life!
On a friend's recommendation I went to Explosive Tattoo and Buz took care of me. It was much less scary than I thought it would be. Everyone there was really nice. Buz did his best to keep me comfortable. Once he started with the needle, saw that I turned sheet white, he started asking me all about my puppies and telling me about his dog. It worked and I didn't pass out!
Step one towards my braveness of my new life = Success!
Step two was jumping off a bridge 30 ft in the air, but that's a story for another day! That may have been more crazy than brave.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
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