Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Complain? Really?

You can only complain about the things in life you can change. 

If you complain about being the size you are (aka tall or small) than learn to accept that somethings ... well a lot of things in life are unchangeable.  However on the thin or wide side of size, do something to change it and make yourself better! Work out (something I have a difficult time committing to) or eat healthy more (if you really have the problem of being too thin, I can't help, sorry)
If you complain about your relationship because you are unhappy or unsatisfied with something, than change it! Do something to make it better or get out!
If you complain about your job or your situation in life, change it! Be where you want to be and if you are not do everything in your power with your ability to get there!
Be what you want, be with who you want, and be happy with who you are!

Life is too short to complain. It only brings you down. 

Today I read in the paper about a girl born 10 days after myself passed away due to an unknown issue from a birth defect. She left on this earth a 3 year old daughter. That girl (I say girl cause I still can't think of myself old enough to say lady or woman) left this world too early and never got to see or experience so much of life. Because of something that nobody could change a little girl is now without her mother. This could be any one of us, and yet sometimes we forget the simple gift of life. With Thanksgiving fast approaching everyone is busy busy busy with preparing the house or setting vacation plans or cooking up fabulous foods... stop and be thankful for something, and most of all ...

be thankful for life. 
your loved ones...
your lost...
Be thankful for what time you have ... because nobody knows how short life really can be...

I'm not putting this into words because I'm ooobber (a word my sister-in-law uses that I'm not even sure is a word) wise, but mostly because putting it in writing reminds me to be a more grateful, thankful, whole hearted, loving person & hopefully it will help you too.

Best wishes & Happy Thanksgiving!

Monday, November 19, 2012

Nothing like love

When the day seems a little gray... there is nothing like a little puppy love to bring out a smile.
If you give a little ... they give back... 

Puppy kisses

Brotherly Love

Every baby needs a mommy


belly rubs... 

hold me while I sleep...



Peaceful rest

True Love

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Back in time...or into the future

After reading this morning that 21 year old Whitney Heichel's body was found and she was murdered by her neighbor my mind started to recall all the recent murders that have been on the news...
Teenager kills brother, sister and then mother...
Mothers body found, Adult son admits to killing
8 year old girl never made it to school, 4 days later her body found dismembered in a ditch.
... these are just the headlines that are coming to mind from the last couple of weeks.

What kind of world are we living in that this is okay? To take someones life?
Sitting here thinking of all the media, movies, games, stories that my generation and the next generation see perverts the mind that murder, stealing, suicide, rape, lying (the list could go on and on) is okay.
What is the purpose of these events? What is going through your head when you alone decide you should take someone's life?
I know this is a little more harsh then some things I usually would write, but it is just so disturbing that all these people who had dreams and aspirations for life never get the chance to "change the world" or simply enjoying living in it. Some messed up in the head person decided to take life into his/her own hands and play God.

I know you can't change the past, but what about our future? What is happening to our next generation?

Can't we go back in time to the days of the Brady Bunch, Andy Griffith, Chips, Gilligan's Island... things in these shows and from this era brought wholehearted enjoyment without horrifying evils. Even the music of the past is better than most we have today... instead of harsh crushingly loud raging people "singing" (if you can call it that) about hatred, death & darkness, there was the Beach boys, Ricky Nelson, The Carpenters, Barry Manilow, and so on.
You can't wear rose colored glasses and ignore life, but you can always hope for a better place for you and the generation to follow. You can't change history, but if you don't learn from it you will have more heartache than man should even imagine.

History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce. -Karl Marx

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Kokanee & Rainier - To catch you up on life:

Little Kokanee - the day we brought him home.

 In February we added 2 little boys to our family.  They were abandoned on a road in a snowbank, and we fell in love. They have been challenging but so much fun! Potty training was the worst. They learned tricks before they got that part figured out, but now they are staying home alone and doing ok. (I still miss not taking them to work and getting to see them every couple of hours). This is just a quick photo blurp of their life so far with us...

Little Rainier - the day we brought him home.

My "Boys"

And now... since they are at home waiting for me... I think I'll head out. 

Needless to say, these little guys are such an amazing part of my life. I would never want to imagine life without the enjoyment and pleasure of my "boys"......

Fall has arrived

Sandpoint Idaho - 2012
Well, fall has arrived and brought many wonderful things with it! Not only do I get to be greeted with a crisp fall breeze when I exit a warm building, but also the wonders of starting a fire when returning home from work. If only my "boys" had thumbs and could keep the fire going during the day.

They are growing quite quickly it seems and are now about 10 1/2 months old. They not only keep me and CK on our toes, but are now staying home all day in their kennels and not complaining too much.

The hardest part of this time of year is saying goodbye to the wonderful summer clothes and bringing out the warm sweaters, snow pants  boots, hats, gloves... and on the list goes. If only you could enjoy winter in flipflops and not freeze!!! The forecast is calling for snow on Schweitzer on Saturday night and maybe even down to 2100 ft (our house is at 2126 ft) Burrrr... but this is why we live here in beautiful North Idaho, for the 5 seasons - Pre-Winter, Winter, Winter some more, Mud season & Summer. Just a peak into our beautiful world:

Yes, this is the Pend Oreille River. And I get to live on the shores of this beautiful place and enjoy it all year long. 

Sunday, March 18, 2012

I know I haven't posted anything for a while, but I thought I'd make up for it by sharing a few of my favorite photos that I've taken. Nothing special, but each one tells a story. 
Spring is nearing here in Sandpoint and it makes me excited for the beautiful flowers & plants that will start showing their colors again! 

look closer. . . notice the bee? 

As I end this little post. . . happy spring!

Sunday, February 5, 2012

We Have This Moment Today

Daddy's Hands, so soft and gentle... protecting from all harm.

My father after a very dusty 4-wheeling trip
What would it be like to be a girl growing up without a father to hold her hand as she crosses the street, or reach out to pick her up when she's scared? What a blessed child I was even though we didn't get to spend a lot of time with my father, each one of his children gets to experience his wonderful love.

My father worked a lot as I was growing up, but I will never forget certain things of my childhood memories with my Daddy. Every year at Valentines Day we'd have the "Stepping Stones" banquet and my father along with all the other girls fathers would sing, We Have This Moment Today. My father with his off key deep, soft voice would do his best and it meant so much to hear him try for his little girl (girls since it was for me & my sister). "Stepping Stones" was a group put together by two women in the church I grew up in that taught young girls to be ladies, virtuous women, and well mannered little girls. The lyrics for the song our fathers sang are below and you can see why it is such a special song.

My Father, has so many stories to tell and so many words of wisdom to listen to - but the best part of my father is his hands. A little dirt from hard work, a lot of wrinkles from years of worry, and connected to his arms just waiting to wrap me up in a hug. When you look at a my fathers hands you can almost read the love, work, and play of his past. Countless times he'd reach his finger to his lips and motion to "hush" as we were hiking in the woods because he saw a deer, fox, moose, or coyote or other wildlife animal, just because he wanted to give me the chance to see it. My father is a mountain goat and hikes rather fast, so a little girl, with little legs trying to keep up chances are I'd be making tons of noise just trying to be quiet.
More than once (maybe twice, ha ha ha) he'd come home from a long day at work to find I hadn't behaved and use his hand to swat me on the bum... explain why I'd been disciplined (usually for smart mouthing my mother, go figure), and then hold me as I cried. A father is someone you respect, adore, and revere. A Daddy is someone who no matter what, you know he is more - he is your friend. My Daddy was all of these things to me as a child, and is even more as an adult. All fathers should take a lesson from a father with 6 children who loves them more than anything in the world. He worked so much to simply provide for us and our dreams. We didn't have much, but we were a happy family, guided by the leader of the house. Every little girl should have a father like mine.  We Have This Moment Today, so cherish every minute with your little girl, because she needs her father to be a Daddy.

We Have this Moment, Today - Written by Bill Gather
Hold tight to the sound of the music of living, Happy songs from the laughter of children at play; Hold my hand as we run through the sweet fragrant meadows, Making mem'ries of what was today.

Chorus: We have this moment to hold in our hands and to touch as it slips through our fingers like sand; Yesterday's gone and tomorrow may never come, But we have this moment today.

Tiny voice that I hear is my little girl calling, For Daddy to hear just what she has to say; And my little son running there by the hillside, May never be quite like today. 

Tender words, gentle touch and a good cup of coffee, And someone who loves me and wants me to stay; Hold them near while they're here and don't wait for tomorrow, To look back and wish for today.

Take the blue of the sky and the green of the forest, And the gold and the brown of the freshly mown hay; Add the pale shades of spring and the circus of autumn, And weave you a lovely today.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Little Girls, Little Angels, Little Brains

3 of my 7 nieces - Little smarty pants all of them!
I have 7 little nieces and this topic is very hard for me because they are all so very pretty, and all so very smart. Notice I thought of pretty first?  
Just the other day I noticed for the first time Hannah, Abbi & Beka (all sisters) look so very close to alike other than age of course… and their eyes. Hannah has brown eyes, Abbi has green eyes, and Beka has blue eyes. This struck me as unusual because of the 6 children in my family 1 has a different eye color. These girls, my nieces are so beautiful and cute, and yet the fact remains the article (posted below) is so very right. 

We as women (& it starts younger than you think) strive too much to be the prettiest not necessarily the smartest. I didn’t get my job because of the way I look… or at least I hope not. I got where I am today by using my noodle to think and aspire to learn. Yet I still strive to be the prettiest, the best dressed, the best looking. Why is this?
Because from childhood, people have told me how pretty I looked in my Easter dress or Christmas dress, or how beautiful my hair looked (my hair used to be so long I could sit on it as a little girl), or how pretty my brown eyes are... This is the perfect way to create look-based esteem in little girls.

 Its true!

Because of this I wanted to always have longer hair, darker brown eyes, prettier dresses than all my little friends. Always comparing myself to the girl next to me that had sparkles in her dress, or a bow in her hair.
 I gained a rather sizable amount of weight when I hit puberty and was very conscious of how I looked, and I wasn’t as pretty as the other girls around me who could wear size 4 dresses… and it didn’t help that my sister (2.5 yrs older than me) had the “perfect” little body and always always always was smaller than me. I put so much focus on this that it tainted my youth, and tries daily to affect my attitude.  So, I guess this is something that every mother, sister, grandmother, aunt, friend, or total stranger should think about when talking to little girls.

 We value too much what people think of us. It’s who we are and always will be… so why shouldn’t we value our brains and strive harder to be smarter, talented and athletic.  Use our given gifts to achieve a better world for the next generation, not a prettier world for the shallow people.
Take a few minutes to read the article below… it’s worth it to the little girls, the little angels, the little brainy acts of the next generation.

It's hard isn't it... to say to a little girl. Hello, how are you today. instead of Hello, Oh my! How pretty you look. .........................................

Sunday, January 8, 2012

The little things

What do we have in life that if we really thought about it we don’t NEED?

I don’t have a cell phone, I don’t get service at my house so why would I need one? But... somehow I still want one, because they are convenient. However they are also a pain. No matter where you are you have no excuse of not being found. I hate that, because sometimes I just want to hide from everyone & everything and listen to the peacefulness around me. I don’t have TV at home, but we just bought tv’s before Christmas? Does that make sense to you? We watch Netflix, and movies and we spent a lot of money to do so. We don't have internet, but we have 2 computers and two desks to store them on.  I have a 2100 sqft house that is full of things I’ve forgotten I have. Do I really need those things? I’ve lived there 2 years and there are still things packed in boxes. Why do we keep these things? Are we as american's so attached to having material items that you can’t part with them? I am completely against hording useless things so why do I have STUFF I don't use? I’m just going to have to put that in my brain and clean, clean, clean… purge, purge, purge clutter!

Silly things like papers and pictures that I can scan and go paperless, so why do I keep these things? There is no reason & no more excuses!

2 days off, be prepared. Boxes are coming out and thrift store donations will be made! Time to PURGE! 

Garbage, clutter, crap, useless items in my house... hit the tracks! And don't come back!

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Best Friend

Urban Dictionary: Best Friends: 

Best Friends are very special people in your life. They are the first people you think about when you make plans. They are the first people you go to when you need someone to talk to. You will phone them up just to talk about nothing, or the most important things in your life. When you’re sad they will try their hardest to cheer you up. They give the best hugs in the world! They are the shoulder to cry on, because you know that they truly care about you.

My Best Friend: 
The one you laugh with, the one you cry with, the one you fight with, the one you love to be with, the one you can't remember when you didn't have, the one you can't picture yourself without, the one that holds your world together, the only one who can break it apart, the one you trust with your heart. 

When you have a best friend hang onto to them. Life is too short to not have a best friend. 

 Unconditional Love. 


 give a little, take a little - laugh a lot & love always.