shaving my legs



So far evolution hasn’t worked for me.  I’ve been shaving my legs for almost 35 years, and the hair just keeps growing back!

Why is it that I’m more self conscious of the lady at the nail salon seeing my stubble than my husband?

Maybe I’m worried about being ridiculed in another language?

Vampires are everywhere, even the dr’s office

I’m just amazed.  A trip to the doctor’s office and what do I see.  A sexed out Vampire looking at me.

I guess it takes a Kardashian.  I googled Vampire Face lift and all I came up with was a Kardashian.  What is that all about?  I don’t partake in reality TV or People Magazine, so I’m not up on the dramas.

So looking at the Vampire Banner, what could I do but take a picture?

All I wanted was my girl check up….Jeesh.



Traffic jam on a back road

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Traffic comes to a full stop

As the cowboys make their way past

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Safety precautions of course

You have to have an orange flag

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And a beard

Cowboys on a cold day sporting a beard

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Thanks Sam Houston Trail Riders

It was fun to take a few minutes to see you

Riding toward Houston in the cold and rain

For the livestock show.

A Story To Live By

Good blog post about living in the “now”. Great reminder that today is all we have. Don’t save your best for someday!

Morning Story and Dilbert

Morning Story and Dilbert Vintage Dilbert
February 25, 1994

My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister’s bureau and lifted out a tissue – wrapped package. “This,” he said, “is not a slip. This is lingerie.” He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached. “Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess this is the occasion.”

He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His hands lingered on the soft material for a moment. Then he slammed the drawer shut, turned to me and said, “Don’t ever save anything…

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Blah phooey!

Goals…..

What gets you out of bed in the morning shouting “I have to!…”

Other than a child crying….nothing moves me out of bed because I have to.

In the last 22 years of my professional life, I have set goals. I’ve been measured, weighed, met, and not met goals. I’ve been ignored, left to my own devices and exceeded goals. I’ve been at the top of the production chart, and at the bottom. Ironically, I made more money at the bottom.

I’ve been inspected, encouraged, and threatened…it means nothing to my goals. Goals are set to get people to do something, because management has to say something to the board of directors.

It really means nothing other than your bosses’ bonus and over promise of delivery.

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There is something that I’ve learned in the last 30 years of being poked, prodded, manipulated, and threatened…..

Everything happens in its time. Nothing I force ever works out. No amount of analyzing “why” makes a difference. No “goal” has ever driven me higher than my own connecting, and being true to myself has ever done.

If I follow another’s path, I make myself foolish.

Authenticity is what creates my opportunity.

So I am grateful today for the ability to read a situation, and work according to what’s needed for my clients, knowing that in the end…..it will all work out.

Anger?

Is there a place?

Is there a time?

How to express the righteous anger of WTF?

I’m not sure I’m up to another manipulation.

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What do you do?

How do you cope?

What do you feel?

How do you overcome?

Please share….I need your input.

Gratitude and Friendship

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My blog is about cultivating gratitude. Gratitude can be found in little daily doses, but those little doses add up to great contentment.

Sometimes,
When I am by myself
I reflect on the blessings in my life.

I am so humbled by the goodness I’ve been show.

Today I am grateful for so much. My friends who challenge me to be better. Who can argue with me, and still love me. The mutual respect is a rock in the foundation of our friendship.

I leave you with a quote from My Emerson. Yes, he’s mine. I claim him as my favorite.😄

“I do not wish to treat friendships daintily, but with roughest courage. When they are real, they are not glass threads or frost-work, but the solidest thing we know.”

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Butterflies

A day set apart
Butterflies in my tummy
Breathing in my man

Our Valentine’s Day, a rainy Monday. Lunch, talk, flirting, and chocolates.

What a great day.

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Be my Unromantic Valentine?

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I got up early to get the fixins for our Valentines dinner we will have on Monday.

Yes, Monday.

The grocery store had the Big Tent in the parking lot, the cashier set up in the floral dept.

The men in line looked….unhappy. I felt a bit bad for them.

Like the commercialism of Christmas, Valentine’s Day seems to bash people over the head with “have to”, “supposed to”, and “you better”….

I was tempted to tell those poor souls in line for their overpriced roses, hydrangeas, and carnations that Romance doesn’t come from the store. Maybe it’s just a little bit more?

My loving man is off working at the deer lease. Yep, he’s snuggling up to deer feeders, feed pens, food plots, and deer stands. He even went to the dump. Yep! My man at the dump on Valentine’s Day. He is the epitome of the Romantic Fool.

We didn’t exchange cards. There were no trips to the jewelry store, no candy, no candle lit dinner, no overpriced flowers.

Does my man love me? You bet he does.

Do I love my man? More and more every day.

He shows me everyday how he cares about me. He adores how I care for him.
Heck, clean the bathrooms, dust the house, and vaccum….it is the balm for his weary soul. If I weed the front flower beds, he’s kissing my hands and whispering pretty love words!

On a limited time schedule, my gift to him was room to breathe. No “have to, ought to, or you better!” A kiss at the door, and flirting on the phone.

Room to do what needs to be done is the best Valentine’s Day gesture I can give him.

Romance at its best. Personal, genuine, and no strings attached.

Gifts from the heart, not from the store,

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Worry out the window…authenticity takes the forefront

A terrible admission of self censorship and looking over my shoulder.

Sometimes I hold back on things I want to write. The boiling things that come up, I write in private not wanting to impose them into the blogosphere. “What if no one likes it?” “What if I lose my readers and friends?” “What if someone really sees me and says “yuck”?

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So cheers to authenticity. Cheers to being real. And sorry if I turn anyone off in the process, I respect your need to go or stay. You are treasured, and I respect your choice, this is just me.

Today I am grateful for just being real, the freedom to just be, and those authentic, audacious souls who have come across my path that I enjoy so completely. I adore you for being you.