She’s Back!


It’s been a long time since I wrote last, I know.  Did you notice?!

I didn’t mean to stay away so long but I was really waiting out potential buyers for the house and potential buyers for the last two alpacas all at the same time!  I was hoping to be able to post with great news quite a while ago but as things go, I had to just keep waiting and waiting and waiting for things to fall into place and be finalized before I mentioned it.  I didn’t want to broadcast it across the internet before I  knew for sure that things were going to go through.  Once they did, time just flew by.

The same day that I got a call from the gal that bought the two alpacas & the horse saying she wanted them, we got an offer from another couple on the house!  What a crazy day THAT was!  And…it’s been crazy ever since!

Things have been moving forward steadily & quickly.  The alpacas and horse have been delivered to their new home and are settling in there nicely & have sold the farm!  Since the farm was never listed for sale, yes, you read that right…in THIS economy, we have sold our farm without ever putting it on the market with a Realtor!  We just happened to go to an alpaca show at the end of March just to see a couple of alpacas that we sold and see them show.  We were introduced to a couple that also have alpacas but were boarding them.  They were in the process of looking for their own farm.  The rest is history.  We’ve now rented an apartment in the town where I work and are settling in somewhat.

I know I whined and complained that things were moving too slow for me at times throughout this process but the last few weeks have flown by and pieces fell perfectly and painlessly into place.  Now, we’ve moved to an apartment and are waiting for an opportunity for Jon to work in Florida so we can move down there!  Pretty scary but exciting too.  I have a feeling it won’t be long before we’re on the move again.

So many things have fallen into place so seamlessly in this process that we can’t help but believe it’s the right thing to do.  We made the decision to move to Florida and started this process way back on July 3rd, 2009 and here we are.

Procrastination or ADD?


This tangled web of “should’s” in my head…is it procrastination or Attention Deficit Disorder?  I never really thought of myself as a procrastinator but looking around and thinking through my list of things to do and things I feel need to be done and things I’d like to do, maybe I am a procrastinator.  I always thought of ADD as a childhood ailment but have learned in my adult years that adults definitely suffer from ADD and if you ask my husband, he may not say it’s ADD but he would more than likely tell you that his off-the-wall bride is “forgetful” or “unfocused.”  I can start one thing, and that one thing quickly turns into a list of 30 things and that first thing is still unfinished and maybe even completely forgotten about after a short time.

Here is a very typical day and scenario for me:  (If you’ve been following my blog for very long, this may sound familiar).

I start most days by checking my email and Facebook in the morning with my coffee.  If there are any dishes in the sink when coffee is made, I like to get them into the dishwasher right away and start the day with a clean kitchen.  I sit down with a cup of coffee…answer a few emails, comment on a few new status updates or new photos from my friends as I slowly wake up.  I took a cute photo of the dog last night and I upload that to Facebook and wait for comments.  An ad on the side of the page catches my attention…the link takes me to a website with what looks like an interesting article.  I don’t have time to read it right now but I leave that tab open in my browser to remind me to read it later when I have more time.  There’s mail on the table beside my laptop from yesterday that I haven’t gone through yet.  Ugh.  I should do that.  I try to clear the space there and go through the mail and other items left there previously to be done “later.”

To keep from holding onto catalogs that come in the mail that I may not want, I thumb through a few pages of a couple of them and find a cute blouse I’d love to have!  I quickly log onto the website to order the blouse and find more things I’d like to have.  Too many other things to do right now so I leave this tab open in my browser to come back to later.

Beside the mail, the bank statement that I left here on the desk a few days ago really needs my attention.  I open my Excel spreadsheet and my bank website and begin the process.  *yawn*

I really have to pee.  On the way to the bathroom, I pass the trash and burnable trash cans.  The trash will start to stink if I don’t put it out soon so I better do that now and it’ll just take a second to dump the burnable stuff in the barrel outside.  Out to the barn to toss the trash in the dumpster & the burnable trash in the barrel to be burned later.  On the way to the dumpster, I see the alpacas are in the barn and looking for food and fresh hay.  So, I take the trash to the dumpster, fill feed bowls and distribute & play kissy-poo with Sierra, the last alpaca we have that likes to give kisses.  One of the water buckets needs to be scrubbed out and refreshed and the other just needs to be “topped off.”  From here, I walk out about 50 yards to the horse pasture and see that the horse’s stock tank needs water as well.  I go back to the barn, turn on the water and start to fill the stock tank.  I know it takes exactly 8 minutes to fill and knowing how I can be, I head back into the house to grab the timer so I don’t forget the water is on, which I’ve done far too many times to mention.  Once in the house, I pass the washer & dryer & remember that there’s laundry in the dryer from last night, I re-start it to “fluff” out the wrinkles from overnight and continue on to the bathroom.

Back to my desk, I check email again and Facebook of course.  Oh yea, I never finished going through the mail.  Back to the pile of mail, there’s a bill from the vet.  I thought I paid that?  I get out my checkbook and look to see if a check was written and sure enough, not.  I realize there aren’t any checks left in order to write one, so I go into the other room to get a new book of checks and notice the empty medication bottle that needed to be called in for a refill.  I should call that in.  It’ll just take a second.   I pick it up, take it to the kitchen and make the call.  Now I can throw the bottle away.  I head to the trash can and start to put it in the trash.  I realize there’s no trash bag in there which reminds me that I took the trash out earlier and also started to fill the horses’ stock tank and the water is still running!!!!  I set the bottle down, & RUN back to the barn to shut off the water that is now running over the top of the tank, down the paddock and out into the pasture!

Back inside,  I reach for the empty prescription bottle, & notice a dribble of something running down the silverware drawer and cabinet below.  I go to the sink, wet a cloth with hot water and proceed to wipe the cabinet & drawer.  The drawer beside this one looks dusty…wipe that one too…I see fingerprints around the handle of the next cabinet.  An hour later, the kitchen cabinets have all been wiped down as well as the stove, microwave, dishwasher and fridge.  The inside of the fridge is wiped out, old food discarded, now the sink is full of dirty dishes again.  I load the dirty dishes into the dishwasher & wipe off the counters.  I grab a Diet Pepsi from the fridge and sit down to check email and Facebook once again.  I’m drawn in…emails with links to interesting blogs to read and that page leads to something else equally as interesting…someone commented on the photo I posted this morning on Facebook, better go check that out and comment back…so many interesting things going on and my email box is getting fuller and fuller.  I try to stay focused and only do what I sat down to do…oh yea, that was to check email & Facebook…I’m pretty good at that.

So, here it is, time for lunch (or later) and there’s still mail on the table, I haven’t written the check to the vet, haven’t ordered the blouse, haven’t balanced the checkbook or burned the trash.  I haven’t folded the laundry that’s still sitting in the dryer and has already dried twice, I now have a prescription ready to be picked up, I need to run the dishwasher now and there’s more work to be done now than when I got up this morning.  How does this happen?  What needs to be set aside so I can spend some time doing fun stuff like spinning yarn on my spinning wheel or those important things like brushing the dog, sweeping & mopping the floors, etc.  Sometimes it seems like I’m running in circles, backwards.  It seems like ADD to me but maybe I just have too many things on my plate?  It doesn’t sound like procrastination to me…or maybe it’s just that I’m a terrible manager of my time…you tell me.  Doctor reader…what is your diagnosis & what is the prognosis?

March Forward


March is here which means spring is just around the corner!  I couldn’t be more excited!  Just thinking about the warmth of the spring sunshine and the coming of the green!  Trees begin to bud, flowers emerge from their winter hibernation, the grass turns green and lush.  Birds of every color appear in flocks once again searching for handouts at the bird feeders.  Production begins of the sugar-water to fill hummingbird feeders in hopes of beating the tiny winged birds as they make their way to warmer places.  Orange slices and grape jelly go out to entice my favorite, the Baltimore Orioles to hang around as long as possible before they venture on.  Ahh…spring!

It’s been a long winter, that’s for sure.  More snow than we’ve seen here in years has fallen and actually stayed on the ground most of the season.   A few short breaks is about all we were allowed this year.  I feel in my bones though, that this is all about to change.  The snow is starting to melt, the sun actually warms the truck through the windows and the glass on the storm door heats the rug inside the house if the door is left open.  The anticipation warms my soul and lifts my spirits to new heights!

Soon, we’ll be working outside to clear the grunge left from months of snow, wind, rain, and whatever else has blown in.  Raking flower beds, trimming bushes, planting new flowers and suddenly colors will burst forth from every angle.  The flowering trees will yawn & stretch their buds wide open to reveal the miraculous beauty within.  People will smile more.  Laugh more.  Spend more time outdoors.  Grimy vehicles will spend time in the car washes and many will get special treatment in the driveways of homes all over the state…buckets of suds and sponges, Armor-All and chamois…all will work to make these cherished autos sparkle and shine.

March also brings with it a rite of passage.  Our son, Justin will be 25 in eight more days.  I find that hard to believe.  He’s still my little boy.  My ray of sunshine.  Always has been.  Always will be.

With 12 more days till Daylight Savings time and 19 days till the first official day of spring…what is it that you’re looking forward to the most this spring season?

Memories From His Father


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My husband’s dad was an avid photographer while he was growing up, therefore, we have a lot of photos of my husband Jon as a kid.  Several years ago we were visiting Jon’s folks in Florida and his dad expressed the desire to have several boxes of slides made into photographs that he could get copies of and give to all the kids.  We brought the boxes of slides home to Missouri after our visit thinking it would be a simple process to have them converted to prints.  Au contraire.

It’s been several years since we’ve had his slides and we’ve had good intentions all along.  I’ve looked high and low for an affordable solution to this problem to no avail.  I finally found a place that was more reasonably priced here lately, but still pretty expensive.  Over 1200 35 mm slides have been sorted by date, shipped and converted to digital photos onto a CD.  Technology at its best!  When we received our CD, we immediately made copies for each of Jon’s siblings & packaged them up to ship to each of them.  Then, we uploaded the entire CD to Shutterfly, an online photo storage hub that allows you to create all sorts of gifts from your photos.  We made two photo books for Dad.  His birthday was February 8th and we wanted to have the books created & shipped to him as a gift on his birthday but it took us longer to sort the slides by the year they were taken than we thought.   Anyway, we got it done and the books are shipping to dad tomorrow!!  Several hundred dollars later, I’m just happy we were able to preserve all of those family photos that were in the process of deterioration from years of storage in their boxes.  Where family memories are concerned…money doesn’t matter.

I can’t wait to hear what he thinks about our little project.  I know he will cry.  Then he’ll call us and cry some more.  I just love that man!

A Body in Motion


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“A body in motion stays in motion.”

Just in case you’re wondering…no, that’s not me in the picture.  I can wish, hope, dream, whatever, and I’ll never look like that but the picture IS relevant to my post today.

Jon and I have made a conscious effort to get in better shape by eating better foods, more fruits & veggies and lean meats & more fish rather than packaged foods and burgers & fries as often as we had been.  No, this wasn’t a New Year’s resolution for us, we actually started focusing on better eating habits back in November, not long before Thanksgiving.  Yes, I know, it wasn’t a very good time to start a “diet” but we did.  We made changes slowly and are still making changes today.

We bought a treadmill and fixed up our son’s room as our “fitness room” so we would have  a place to go when the weather was bad outside and we’d have no more excuses.  We already had a weight bench and plenty of free weights, a big balance ball complete with CD’s for a total body workout and a smaller “Bender” ball with similar CD’s.  Next, we purchased a CD player and TV for the room and we were ready to hit it!

Things happened slowly.  The holidays did make it harder to stick with our new plan but even with office party’s and gatherings here and there, we managed to hang in there and get serious about working out regularly and eating better.

It’s nearing the end of February and we’re on a pretty good roll.  I think Jon has more self-discipline than I do…wait…let me rephrase that.  Jon HAS more self-discipline than I do in that he works out in the gym at the hotel when he’s out-of-town and often times I don’t work out at all if he’s not in town.  I don’t know why this is or how to explain it but it’s just my observation.

So, anyway…I just finished my very first Zumba workout!  I bought the CD’s a couple of weeks ago & have spent a few workout sessions on the treadmill watching them so I know what to expect and today tried it for the first time.  Since I love to dance, I think I’ll really enjoy it once I get the steps down.  I worked up a really good sweat & feel like I muddled through it pretty well.  I’m just glad there was no one else in the room with me…pretty funny stuff while you’re learning.  If you don’t know what Zumba is, it’s a Latin-inspired dance-fitness program that blends up-tempo music with jazzy dance steps for a fantastic workout.  They claim you can burn anywhere from 400-1000 calories an hour depending on several factors of course.

My question is this though…why is it so much easier for men to lose weight than women?  Jon has lost over 15 lbs. since November and me?  I’ve lost a whopping FOUR lbs.!  What’s up with that?!  Ok, before you start yelling at me, yes, I know, 4 lbs. is SOMETHING and I should be happy about that but when you compare 4 to over 15…don’t you have to wonder what the deal is?!   He works out one or two times more than I do per week but I know I eat better than he does when he’s out of town…he’s eating at restaurants and I’m at home.  I would think it would even out somehow.   I bust my butt on the treadmill, running/jogging for 50-60 minutes at a pop (at least 3, if not 4 times a week) and I’m eating healthier.  I would think, something should give here.

Either way, this body is determined to “stay in motion” at all costs!  I feel better about myself, even if my weight doesn’t appreciate my efforts.

Scruffy’s Story


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My heart has been heavy lately with thoughts of the impending passing of our little friend Scruffy.  Scruffy is a little dog, a variety of breeds.  Our teenage son found her beside the road, after having been hit by a car.  She had some bumps & scrapes but other than that was ok.  He picked her up, put her in his Jeep and drove her to her new, and forever home.  Jon & I were living in a small apartment at the time with our son Justin and Abby, a Golden Retriever, while we were in the process of building our current home.  The apartment got smaller but our hearts grew bigger when we met Scruffy.  I realized Scruffy was obviously a neglected soul at her previous home when I noticed under the thick fur, she was wearing a collar that was way too tight and literally beginning to grow into the flesh around her neck.  The first thing we did for Scruffy was to carefully peel the collar from around her neck and treat the open wound that was left.  After some petting and assuring her that she wasn’t going to be hurt anymore, we offered her food and water and she ate a hearty meal, hydrated her little body and found her spot to rest from her ordeal.

It wasn’t long, maybe an hour or two, when our son headed out the door to go and meet up with some friends.  When the door closed behind him, Scruffy was up and on her feet and whimpering at the closed door.  Trying to assure her that Justin would be back, she didn’t believe me and continued to cry for him to return.  I was amazed at how quickly she fell in love with her savior.  They say that rescued dogs are the most appreciative and loyal of all and Scruffy confirmed that.

Eight years later, Scruffy, (also known as Scrumshie, Scrumptious or Special) still demonstrates her appreciation and loyalty on a daily basis.  She has been an exceptional farm dog…following us everywhere we go, she arrives long after we do but she still arrives.  She lays in the shade of the farm equipment we may be using, the tractor, 4-wheeler or whatever while Abby lays in the cooler barn or in the air-conditioned house.  It doesn’t matter how hot it is outside, Scruffy is there, helping, supervising or maybe just protecting us from unseen danger.

She has always walked with a stiff hind end and we know now that she has severe arthritis in her hips.  The vet told us it was one of the worst cases he’s seen.  Her age is starting to show more and more every day and the arthritis is beginning to cripple her mobility, but don’t tell her that.  We’ve had to make the dogs sleep in the barn at night in the last year since Scruffy hasn’t been able to go all night without needing to go potty.  In the barn, she can go whenever she needs to.  In the mornings when we open the barn door and let Abby & Scruffy in the house, Abby runs to find a toy and Scruffy gimps along behind her and straight to the front door to go outside.  Once outside, she stands there looking lost.  Occasionally, she’ll walk down the sidewalk, turn around and come back inside.  Sometimes she wanders down the hall, stops & stands there for a moment, then turns and comes back.  A touch of dementia is apparent.

Several months ago, last fall, we thought we had lost our little angel.  Both dogs went outside to potty, play and roam around a bit.  Abby returned to be let back inside but Scruffy was missing.  Not one to wander very far, I worried.  I looked everywhere for her…everywhere.  I took the 4-wheeler and combed the property the best I could to no avail.  I returned to the house hoping she would return eventually.  I worried myself sick when the sun started to set and she still wasn’t home.  I left the barn door open enough where she could get in if she returned but I found Abby alone in the barn the next morning.  This series of events repeated every day for the next 3 days.  My biggest fear was that she had gone someplace to die.  I held out hope that someone had found her and taken her in.  Jon had been out of town and returned one day while I was at work.  He went through the steps that I had and as luck would have it, found her.  Alive.  She had fallen into a ditch near our pond and couldn’t get herself out.  It was obvious that she had tried and exhausted herself.  She was muddy, wet, and cold.  Jon washed the mud off of her and when I got home, she was still shivering.  I wrapped her in warm towels from the dryer and just held her.  She wasn’t herself.  There was something different about her.  She was in shock.  I just knew she was going to pass overnight.  Her eyes were dark, dull and lost-looking.  By morning, she seemed a bit better but still not right.  I took her to the Vet where she spent the next couple of days being re-hydrated, x-rayed, and loved on.  But, this was the start of her going downhill.  She is not as active as she was, although she was always slow and stiff, she is slower and stiffer today.  Her eyes are bright and she gets excited and jumps up and down with just her front feet…her little bent over ears flopping up and down…she wants to play but it hurts.

As I watch her closer, I realize she can’t see anything that isn’t some distance in front of her.  Things close to her are invisible.  She steps on things, stumbles and fall down.  She steps in their water bowl if she gets too close to it for some reason other than to drink, so often I stopped counting the many times I’ve mopped up water.  She doesn’t hear much if anything.  Her eyes are always focused on your face, taking cues I guess.  Poor Abby is tolerating her aging buddy like a champ…Scruffy has taken to loving on Abby by leaning on her, standing over her and licking her head, and blindly stepping on her.

Her days, I know in my heart are numbered.  The day this little soul leaves us plays over in my head.  As she lies on the carpet with her head cradled in her food bowl, dreaming…twitching in her sleep, my heart swells & I feel tears coming to my eyes.