This one's about your ability to keep New Year's resolutions. Since I don't ever make any, I just had to wing it,lol.
Will You Keep Your New Year's Resolution? - http://tinyurl.com/5bqabo - You Probably Won't Keep Your New Year's Resolution #blogthings
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
My Favorite Cupcake
I'm a simple girl. It's yellow cake with chocolate icing. Second is chocolate/chocolate and a close third would be chocolate with white icing. I see a pattern here.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
What kind of shopper are you? Another blog thing quiz,lol
You Are a Reluctant Shopper |
 You really don't enjoy shopping. For you, it's just another chore. You approach shopping systematically. You research what you're going to buy and come prepared with a list. Of all the types, you are the most likely to not buy things you don't need. You try to de-emphasize stuff in your life. You find shopping and buying things to be a rather empty experience. |
Sunday, January 11, 2009
The snow test-for SSD's fobty
Your Snow Test Says You're Independent |
 You feel like something good will happen to you in the next few weeks. You have an amazingly strong work ethic. You are likely to be very successful in life. You are an independent, individualistic person. You thrive when you're doing your own thing. Your biggest worry in life is your family. You stay up at night thinking about them. When it comes time to relax, you have no problem letting go. You are already pretty relaxed as is! |
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Neighbors, gah!
GAHHH!
Apparantly our neighbors to the south decided to head to Florida this winter and their one son is watching the place.
There is a target behind the place, against a fence that runs north-south, and isn't on our own pasture fence. But, they are very close.
Son likes to shoot target. BOOM, BANG!
If ya don't know, I have two horses. Horses NOT used to this! We have a three strand electric fence and a metal gate that holds them in. And my horses were scared, particularly my little mare. So I holler across and ask them to be careful cause my horses were scared. A little time goes by; I'm thinking they stopped because hey, they care, right? Uhm, no, they don't. More shots, very LOUD shots. I ask again. More shots. Apparantly they don't care, and son is on phone, i'm assuming with dad.
Yes, more gun shots. Yes, my horses are terrified and poor Punky is beside herself and banging against the gate. Neighbor's son doesn't care. My dh drives over there and talks to neighbor's son, who's brilliant, intelligent reply is, "what do you want ME to do about it?". and they keep on shooting.
So, dh and I spent a long half hour by the gate, making sure both our horses didn't go thru the gate, calming them as much as we could. And we watched the target shooters.
Finally, it seems their box of ammo runs out, he gets their target and he and wife inspect it and walk back up towards the house. Not until I saw their car leave did I feel safe enough to not worry about my horses. And even then I stayed until Punky called herself down enough.
There's nothing I can do. It's private property, the guy has permission to do whatever he wants to. And I'm afraid he might be the sort to not give a care and just start up another day and I won't be home to watch my horses.
And I'm half frozen, because I didn't take time to put on the proper clothes to stay warm.
Apparantly our neighbors to the south decided to head to Florida this winter and their one son is watching the place.
There is a target behind the place, against a fence that runs north-south, and isn't on our own pasture fence. But, they are very close.
Son likes to shoot target. BOOM, BANG!
If ya don't know, I have two horses. Horses NOT used to this! We have a three strand electric fence and a metal gate that holds them in. And my horses were scared, particularly my little mare. So I holler across and ask them to be careful cause my horses were scared. A little time goes by; I'm thinking they stopped because hey, they care, right? Uhm, no, they don't. More shots, very LOUD shots. I ask again. More shots. Apparantly they don't care, and son is on phone, i'm assuming with dad.
Yes, more gun shots. Yes, my horses are terrified and poor Punky is beside herself and banging against the gate. Neighbor's son doesn't care. My dh drives over there and talks to neighbor's son, who's brilliant, intelligent reply is, "what do you want ME to do about it?". and they keep on shooting.
So, dh and I spent a long half hour by the gate, making sure both our horses didn't go thru the gate, calming them as much as we could. And we watched the target shooters.
Finally, it seems their box of ammo runs out, he gets their target and he and wife inspect it and walk back up towards the house. Not until I saw their car leave did I feel safe enough to not worry about my horses. And even then I stayed until Punky called herself down enough.
There's nothing I can do. It's private property, the guy has permission to do whatever he wants to. And I'm afraid he might be the sort to not give a care and just start up another day and I won't be home to watch my horses.
And I'm half frozen, because I didn't take time to put on the proper clothes to stay warm.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Goodbye 2008, hello 2009
Another year has gone by. I've turned another year older and there've been a lot of changes in my life. I am not one to make New Years resolutions because I know that there is no way I will ever do them,lol. So what that leaves me to do is to review the past year.
I changed the venue of my creative outlet to digital scrapbooking. I had so many photographs and memories that I wanted to remember and keep for not only myself but for others if they were so inclined. This started in May, when National Scrapbooking Day arrived. I joined the Sweet Shoppe Design community and haven't looked back; much. I don't like to burn bridges. The tagging community and the friends that I've made there are still a part of my life. It's been part of me for a long time and it's been another step to what I'm doing now.
That month of May was also very sad, as a beloved friend and mentor passed away. This man taught me so much about the one passion that has remained a constant in my life, my horses. Almost all of what I know I owe to him and consider myself fortunate to have had him in my life for so long, which was an incredible forty years.
My mental health has remained incredibly stable for the past three or four years. I consider it a gift each and every day. It's one thing that I am always aware of, always monitoring. Then again, I've spent a long time with it and learning lots of coping skills and other things to get me through each day. If I don't know what to do now, I'm hurting,lol.
In September I had to have a dear member of my animal family put down. Nancy Bright, my beautiful, talented, sweet and tough as nails Appaloosa whom I'd had in my life since day one, had a twisted bowel and so we did the kind thing for her. She's buried in the pasture that was her home. Nan was 29. She'd lived a long and good life. She was my friend, she owed us nothing. I owed her everything.
My dad. The person I called daddy or Johnny, whatever came out of my mouth at the time; the man who I adored, admired and missed incredibly because he'd moved so far away,died on December 12,2008. That year had been incredibly hard on him healthwise. Early in the year he spent a great many weeks in the hospital with a mixture of issues resulting from a multiplicity of health issues that included diabetes, heart and kidneys. He'd battled and fought back about a year and a half before, prostate and bladder cancer. But this time, he lost the battle. His heart finally gave out.
Johnny however, had looked at the past twenty nine years as a gift; he suffered a bad heart attack in 1979 at the age of 46. That was my daddy. He had an incredible capacity for looking at the positive side of things.
There were good things too, the best for me becoming a member of incredibly talented digital scrapbook designers creative teams, Penny Springmann and Darcy Baldwin. They and the women who comprise the teams have increased my self esteem and worth as well as broadened my creative horizons.
The last day of the year was incredible and was a fantastic way for the year to end. A young woman who'd been a big part of my life, who I loved and watched grow, became a part of it again. As young adults are wont to do, she graduated from college and found her new life and conseguently, we lost touch. I saw her a few times, but that was rare. One day last week I decided I'd try to find her and through the wonder known as the internet, I did. The morning of December 31 I awoke to a phone call with those wonderful words, "Aunt Brooke, have you been trying to call me?!". Let me tell you, that filled my heart with such joy that it made a lot of what's happened this past year bearable. Nikki, if you should ever run across this blog, I want you to know this, that you made me so incredibly happy.
What this new year will bring I've no idea. I'm not a big planner, so whatever comes my way, we'll just have to take it as it comes.
I changed the venue of my creative outlet to digital scrapbooking. I had so many photographs and memories that I wanted to remember and keep for not only myself but for others if they were so inclined. This started in May, when National Scrapbooking Day arrived. I joined the Sweet Shoppe Design community and haven't looked back; much. I don't like to burn bridges. The tagging community and the friends that I've made there are still a part of my life. It's been part of me for a long time and it's been another step to what I'm doing now.
That month of May was also very sad, as a beloved friend and mentor passed away. This man taught me so much about the one passion that has remained a constant in my life, my horses. Almost all of what I know I owe to him and consider myself fortunate to have had him in my life for so long, which was an incredible forty years.
My mental health has remained incredibly stable for the past three or four years. I consider it a gift each and every day. It's one thing that I am always aware of, always monitoring. Then again, I've spent a long time with it and learning lots of coping skills and other things to get me through each day. If I don't know what to do now, I'm hurting,lol.
In September I had to have a dear member of my animal family put down. Nancy Bright, my beautiful, talented, sweet and tough as nails Appaloosa whom I'd had in my life since day one, had a twisted bowel and so we did the kind thing for her. She's buried in the pasture that was her home. Nan was 29. She'd lived a long and good life. She was my friend, she owed us nothing. I owed her everything.
My dad. The person I called daddy or Johnny, whatever came out of my mouth at the time; the man who I adored, admired and missed incredibly because he'd moved so far away,died on December 12,2008. That year had been incredibly hard on him healthwise. Early in the year he spent a great many weeks in the hospital with a mixture of issues resulting from a multiplicity of health issues that included diabetes, heart and kidneys. He'd battled and fought back about a year and a half before, prostate and bladder cancer. But this time, he lost the battle. His heart finally gave out.
Johnny however, had looked at the past twenty nine years as a gift; he suffered a bad heart attack in 1979 at the age of 46. That was my daddy. He had an incredible capacity for looking at the positive side of things.
There were good things too, the best for me becoming a member of incredibly talented digital scrapbook designers creative teams, Penny Springmann and Darcy Baldwin. They and the women who comprise the teams have increased my self esteem and worth as well as broadened my creative horizons.
The last day of the year was incredible and was a fantastic way for the year to end. A young woman who'd been a big part of my life, who I loved and watched grow, became a part of it again. As young adults are wont to do, she graduated from college and found her new life and conseguently, we lost touch. I saw her a few times, but that was rare. One day last week I decided I'd try to find her and through the wonder known as the internet, I did. The morning of December 31 I awoke to a phone call with those wonderful words, "Aunt Brooke, have you been trying to call me?!". Let me tell you, that filled my heart with such joy that it made a lot of what's happened this past year bearable. Nikki, if you should ever run across this blog, I want you to know this, that you made me so incredibly happy.
What this new year will bring I've no idea. I'm not a big planner, so whatever comes my way, we'll just have to take it as it comes.
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