Barefoot, in the kitchen, and happy

There is something about cooking that makes me happy.

Grating, chopping, stirring, slicing, simmering, and serving.

Roasted chicken thighs on potatoes and onions with rosemary and lemon. A beautiful Sunday night meal.

Getting nerdy, roasting fresh pumpkin, adding goat cheese, eggs, cream, herbs…putting together a quiche. It turned out more like a savory cheese cake. I ate two pieces, it was so different. Light, but so full of rich flavor.

The family Sugo. A meat sauce with wonderful herbs, fresh oregano, thyme, and rosemary from my garden….Also with Lots of garlic, and sweet Italian sausage.

My favorite part of the day, dancing around the kitchen barefoot, the music up loud, stirring my sauce, making something good for my family.

Gifts from my heart

The bags are stuffed and ready to go,

It’s Go-time for the client gifts to be given out.

I loaded up my car with the offerings; the lovely soap, the lotion bars, and scrubber gloves. A hand written note on the ingredients, a little demonstration on the lotion bar, a little warning on how long it takes for the heavy lotion to sink into the skin, and lots of hugs. My favorite kind of sales calls.

I got my first review today. It’s the most amazing thing to give something from your hands and heart and for it to be well received. My client, and friend Staci tried the soap, lotion, and scrubber gloves last night. She even scrubbed her face! The loofah gloves probably aren’t the best thing for the face, but whatever works for her!

A happy client, a happy Wendy…..A Win-Win all around.

Gratitude Tuesday

My youngest son is Graduating on the 25th.

He’s put together his first resume, and has completed 3 interviews.

His first big job offer came in yesterday.

Mom is quite beside herself.

Gratitude Wednesday

Last night was one of those restless nights. Awake at 12:30am, 3:01am, 4:29 am. I finally decided to just get up at 5:30, tired of fighting for sleep.

The funny thing is, I don’t feel overly tired….yet.

In light of no sleep, I’m grateful for good coffee, my pup Dolly, and a break in the rain.

My car is really clean for the first time since January, and I’m ready to make my client calls with my boss today.

The rest of the week, I’m going to let go of things that I can’t control and rest in knowing that nothing meant for me will pass me by.

Happy Wednesday.

Gratitude on a Sunday

It’s been a busy week. Conventions for Mortgage. Seminar for bees.

Travel by plane.

Travel by car.

Today, I got to play a little and went to a couple of yoga classes.

I’m so grateful for my family, my job, my dogs, and a little time to myself.

Whatever your week brings you, I hope it’s something that keeps a smile on your face.

Going on strike



Dog surgery update:  We are going into our 3rd week of recovery since the big surgery on the 13th.  Sedatives were given, pain pills, sausage, cheese, beef, lots of hand feeding and laying on the floor with the patient.

Things are looking pretty good.  The incision has healed well, despite the fact that we are on the 2nd larger cone.  Rascal circumvented his original cone and got to his incision one night.  Trying to keep the hyperactive animal entertained has been challenging, but we are halfway through the recovery process on Monday.


My husband released the hound from his Cone, and rubbed his neck for a bit.  Rascal was soooooo happy.

I think I’d like to be a dog for a little while.  Lay in the sunshine, be petted, fed, and just love the family.

What we do for the love of a dog.

Are you a dim bulb?

Dim Bulb…it was a cut, a slight, a disparaging remark to insult someone if you called them a dim bulb.

I realized why we couldn’t see well to read at the kitchen table.

Not only were two burnt out, but two more were quite dim.  Can you see the reflection in the bulb?

Darn you dim bulb.

Today I’m grateful for light, and the ability to have more light for the Holidays.  

Oh, and tall, handsome sons to reach things too tall for the mama.  That’s awesome.

Dipping my toe back in

The excitement builds as the start date for my new Job gets closer.

The press release went out today….Snort….I got a press release.  In my nerdy-ness, I sent it to everyone.  Cause, I now have a job.  (giggle)

The energy is amazing as the emails flew about today to prepare for next week, the conference in Las Vegas at the end of this month, the conference in Boston in October, the hosted events already scheduled the next few weeks, and my calendar started to magically fill up.

Even with this little flurry of activity, and preview of what is to come I feel such contentment, such calm delight, such joy.

I’m so grateful.  The last year has been a blur.  Not a bad year by any means.  It has been a learning year, a preparing year, and a resting year.

All the interviews, all the declines, every time I got frustrated, I could hear down deep in my heart.  “Not Yet.”

It’s so exciting that “Yet” is here.  It is time.  Not just that, it is “Go” time.

With my toe back in the water, I can tell the water is great.  I’m ready to jump right in.img_1717

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The pursuit of Happiness

Ok my lovelies..

Before I leave to tend the bees, and ignore my blog for a few days while I sweat and toil.

Let me leave you with this little scene.  Christopher Plummer in Hector and the Search for Happiness.

He asks a profound question:  When were you at your happiest?  When was that moment in your life that you can recall with complete joy?

I flashed back to an early spring day in Northern Ohio.  It was cold, but sunny.  I was 6 maybe 7. (1970-71) I wanted to run.  There was some spotty little snow patches on the ground, and crocus coming up in places.  I ran like a little lamb.  I imagined myself a little lamb frolicking about.  Kicking the snow, smelling the flowers, leaping about.  I had a lavender sweater, and a pretty yellow dress on.  My best Sunday shoes.  (for those of you who were born before 1964, you remember your good Sunday school shoes.)  I opened up my arms and twirled and twirled about…..

Until my mom got mad, and dragged me off for a spanking for ruining my shoes.  At that age, who could wear shoes for more than a couple months before your feet grew out of them….logic and practicality…not my mom’s strong suits. May she rest in peace.

Nothing though, could remove the joy of that memory of the sun, the snow, the flowers, the pretty dress and shoes, and being able to just run and enjoy that beautiful day.

I’m grateful for good memories, good movies, and good thoughts.