(Wo)Man's Best Friend

As my mind was wandering this week (my job is so mentally exhausting lately, it's like a mini-vacation!), I was thinking of things that make me smile and the NO#1 thing that I came up with is - - - dogs! I just love my dogs, and I actually love most dogs! Everytime I come home, my dogs are happy to see me, tails wagging, waiting to be petted on the head. Kind of like your children did when they were small - but that didn't last! Now you're lucky to hear a grunt out of them!

Anyhoo, dogs are not just for men. They really are the ideal companion. They love you unconditionally, they only want food and love (in that order), and there is no back talk! Just fantastic! My baby is Patch, a half-breed of some type of bull dog and bassett hound. He's a great combination of fiesty and lap dog! He is really the best dog I've ever had, and I will be heartbroken when he leaves me. He was by my side the entire time I was sick last summer, and that just sealed the deal. Not that I wasn't crazy about him before.

There have been other dogs in my life; as a child there were Frosty (mother) and Frisky (son). Then there was a long period of no dogs, a few cats, then back to my senses. As a married adult I've had Maggie, Abby, Nick, Toby & Molly (briefly, another story altogether!) and now Patch and Catdog. They were both strays and there is something great about strays. They are so easy to satisfy. They don't cop attitudes as much, they'll eat almost anything, and then there's the love you unconditional thing. Catdog was thus named because she is almost feline in behavior, very prissy and cleans herself like a cat, rarely barks, very delicate. She's not real smart, but maybe that's an act. Maybe she's manipulating us and we don't even know it! Hmmm...scary.

The Father loves US unconditionally, and sometimes we are like dogs ourselves. And I don't mean that in a nice way. But all the same, He loves us and always will. Isn't that just the best thought? Now that makes me smile...

First of all, I want to say hi to LYNN WEST who got on my case about not updating my blog today! Hey - I never promised you brilliance every day!

I went to a funeral today for one of my husband's very best friends. They have known each other for about, uh, at least 50 years. They have been through several lives together, and when they they did talk, although not real often anymore, it was as if they hadn't missed a day. My husband is a loner of sorts; he has few friends that he stays in close touch with. But Jerry was one of them. The chaplain officiating the ceremony had some very positive things to say, things we would all like to be said about us. He quoted a poem written by Mary Oliver, entitled "Yes! No!", referring to our need to have an opinion. The last line is most intriguing - - "To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work". Hmmm...pay attention...have an opinion...what does it mean? Jerry knew. He paid attention, he tried to be a friend in need. He wasn't afraid to help those around him, to antipcate their needs and offer his shoulder. He saw the good in people. He would give counsel, have an opinion, whenever he was needed. He took the time, he cared.

Do we pay enough attention? Are we there for those around us? Do we put others before ourselves? Many of us would say, "if you are a mother, you put others before yourself"!! Yes, of course that's true, but how many of us really pay attention to the wonderful things around us, the things of God, the goodness in people, the simple art of relaxation? Have you ever really noticed the petals on a wilddflower and thought, "how beautiful and simple is that?"

Take a walk around town, your neighborhood, even your own yard. Take the time. Pay attention. See the good. Care.

Halfway to Goldfield!

I thought that sounded like a good title for a blog, although I tend to go with song titles, why I don't know! Halfway to Goldfield (NV) is where we are in our cross country virtual walking challenge - between San Francisco, CA and Washington, DC! We have a LONG way to go, but a short time to get there (a song from somewhere?) but the idea is to get yourself moving! I am as guilty of sitting around as ANYONE! Maybe more so! I sit at a desk 8 hours a day, then come home mentally exhausted, which leaves me wanting to sit! I've been walking for a few weeks now and I can really say I'm starting to feel a bit more energized and I don't think my flab bounces quite as much when I run! YIPPEE!!

Let's talk BMI...what is that, you say? Big Mad Indian? Bad Mood Instigator? No, of course I mean BODY MASS INDEX! Let's see where you stand - Meausure My BMI.

I find myself in the "normal" catagory, but my cellulite doesn't look normal to me! They say it's hereditary (thanks, mom!) but I say - I can whip this body into shape! I just need to focus on one day at a time.

If you feel discouraged, or thinking about NOT walking today, remember this: you are cheating yourself and no one else! Tell everyone to hold their horses while you go walk for 30 minutes!

Good luck!

Take It To The Limit

Today was a good day. I've learned to appreciate good days, even if my body doesn't. Me and my friend Connie were in a 5 mile walk, speed walking mind you, and I finished. Doesn't sound too impressive, huh? Well for this body, it's a feat of determination. Last year's treatments left me so weak I could hardly walk. And it's taken me months to get over, and I found out today I'm not over it yet.

But the goal is to keep putting one foot in front of the other. The same way it is in life. Some days you are so overwhelmed, stressed, tired, aggrevated, or whatever that you can hardly walk. But just put one foot in front of the other, and I guarantee you'll go somewhere! And remember, you never walk alone.

Joshua 1:9

Stuff

How do you reconcile a person who has saved everything they've E-V-E-R O-W-N-E-D with someone who just wants to open the front door, let in all takers, and say "make me an offer!"? That's how it is at my house. One hoarder and one who wants to toss it all! I'm sick to death of stuff! I don't have the time, patience, gumption or anything else to keep a clean house, dusting all the knicky-knacky stuff, putting everything away (where is "away" when every closet, drawer and corner is filled?) Someone told me once for everything you bring in you need to take something out. Sounds reasonable...except we've been bringing in for 14 years and I think, maybe, we've never taken one thing OUT! Okay, so we do take out the trash! We don't live in filth, mind you. I can't stand that! I do break down every so often and clean the filth. But the STUFF!

To add to the hoarder's stuff, we have the teenaged girl's stuff! Oh brother! How many hair products do you need, and in how many rooms? I ask you? And I won't even go into her room! To look into it makes me cry...then get mad...then cry. So, naturally, I avoid it at all costs. Once in a while on the weekends, if she's stayed over at a friend's house for the night, I'll be FORCED to go up there to turn off her SIREN of an alarm clock! And when I HAVE to do that, I try to put blinders on and repeat to myself, "it's not important, it's not important..." and just make my way over to the alarm clock. BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOO! I have to wade throught the stuff to get there. It's hard not to come out of there wanting chocolate, or even something stronger.

In the big scheme of things, I guess it doesn't matter for now. One day I'll be able to have my house the way I want it - empty except for one chair and one lamp! Yea, sure I will... that'll never happen unless...well, that's not a good option!

Get over it - yes, I guess I will. Waa waa waa...what a whiner...