Category Archives: Life

Be A Dreamer

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There are many times that I thought being a dreamer was just about having imagination. Why keep your dreams as just that? Dreams. Be bold, be willing, be brave, and never give up on the possibility of making your dream a reality. A dream isn’t something that’s there by accident. It’s seeded in you by God, showing you your potential. Don’t be afraid to water that seed and let it grow.

Go And Do

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It’s hard at times to try to let everything go to get what I want to do in life done. To just let it go. I have a hard time with doing that. I’ve done it once before, and when I think about it, it was one of the best times and experiences in my life. Yet, even though knowing that I still can’t help but talk myself into being okay with where I’m at. Stuck in a rut.

I know better though, even when I’m in this rut, I’m thinking the entire time, “what the heck am I doing here? This is not where I’m meant to be.” I know that I’m settling for what I have instead of charging ahead for what I want. A lot of that has to do with confidence in myself, and the ability to procrastinate with anything and everything I can think of.

A lot of it has to do with me telling myself I’m not qualified enough, and I hate that feeling. Believe me, it relays to more than one aspect of my life, but it’s how I look at things. I’m not one to brag about the things I’ve accomplished and done in my short 30 years of life because as I see it, it’s really not that extraordinary. And then I had an epiphany at church the other day during the sermon. The pastor stated something basic, simple, and true.

People look at me in a different light than I do myself. Just as Christ does. All the time I’m thinking I’m not good enough, I’m not experienced enough, or whatever else excuse I can give at the moment, other people may be looking at me and what I think isn’t something special as just that, special. I have untapped potential that God is aware of, and that God has already given me that I may see as something “easy” that I do every day but is something that other people may consider hard.

Isn’t that interesting? I had never thought of it in that light before. The things that come easy to me could be and should be considered a gift because they are not necessarily easy to everyone else. I should be appreciating those gifts, not wondering why I’m not a pro athlete, chef, or likewise.  Realizing this, makes me feel better about the actual possibilities that are there for me, and the potential to use the talents that I already have.

It’s time to start moving forward.

Friday Night Fun

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Today I get to have a lot of fun watching one of my passions. Am I nervous? Heck yeah! But does that squash my excitement? NO!

I, through the help of my sister, was able to find a great deal on tickets to attend the Western Horse Expo at Cal Expo starting today. I also have tickets to watch the Magnificent 7 show tonight which features the best of the best from the NRCHA. I’m hoping to just absorb as much as possible. It’s really been a blessing that it has all worked out for me to be able to go.

If you don’t know what any of this is, take a look and be amazed. It is so amazing what these animal athletes can do!

Western State Horse Expo; http://www.horsexpo.com/

Magnificent 7; http://www.horsexpo.com/html/eventsmag7.html

 

Three Garbage Bags, Double Gloves, And A Hair Tie

* Warning : this story may make a few people squeamish but it’s a part of the circle of life, and I will try to relay it with some editing, and no pictures *

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The above picture somewhat describes the goings on of one afternoon. Except it was not a human body that needed to be disposed of. And I was the only one doing the disposing. You see there had been a smell (you know the smell if you’d ever smelled it before) surrounding a certain area outside of the house. Something had died.

And for the last few days we had been trying to find out where the smell was coming from. Had an animal gotten trapped under the house? But nothing could be found, and the smell just kept getting worse. Add to the fact that it’s also been heating up the last few days you can kind of imagine the smell, but only slightly.

Well this happened:

Paige: “AAAAAMMMMMBBBBBEEERRRRR!!!!!! Can you come here?! Now?!”

Me: *gets up from couch in other room* “Yup! What?”

Paige: *looks freaked out and keeps eyeing the kids until I get closer*

Me: “What?”

Paige: “I found the source of the smell…..You need to go look”

Me: “uh…ok..”

Paige: *follows right behind me after telling the kids to stay inside* “Side of the house, I don’t know how we missed it.”

Me: *turning to see her not on my heels anymore but now across the other side of the open garage* “Was it in the black box? A mouse?”

Paige: “No. I found Kimshe” *she points*

Me: “What? *I look around the side of the house* Well, that explains the smell getting worse around here, must have got hit and hid. Okay then.What’s the plan?”

Paige: “Am I going to be able to handle it?” *she stays on the other side of the open garage from me*

Me: “No.”

Paige: “What are we talking here?”

Me: “Stage 3 decomp. Bad.”

Paige: “Oh”

Me: “Alright, I’m gonna need three trash bags, double gloves, and a hair tie.”

Paige: “Do you want a beer? I’m gonna get you a beer…”

Me: “Well, not now, maybe after have one waiting, I’m gonna need something to get the taste out of my mouth.”

Yes, this is what happened. Yes, this is how we handled it. I won’t go over disposal methods beyond what was already said but as Paige told me I pretty much gained the Best Friend ever award. It’s how we roll.

What can I say? You have to get things done no matter what the situation is. Ranch life, you’ve got to deal with what’s at hand and move forward.

2013 National Ag Day

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I like food. It’s plain and simple really. It tastes good. It fills my belly.

Yet, that’s not the only reason why I reblogged a ton of posts today regarding National Ag Day today. I wanted people to hear the stories from other bloggers I follow about what National Ag Day means to them. Why? Because they are all involved in Ag, whether it’s farming, ranching, media, etc.

Agriculture effects your life every day whether you take the time to notice it or not. That’s 365 days, not just one, like today. National Ag Day should be thought of like Valentine’s Day, don’t just show your love on one day but all year! And that’s what all of my blogger friends do. And I hope to be able to do more of.

Why? Because I too love Ag! I’ve had a passion for it since I was a kid (see post here) and want to be even more involved with it now. With the inspiration from my blogger friends I want to know more about my food sources. Know more about who supplies it, how its made, where, etc. And SHARE it!

Consumers (that’s all of us) don’t take the time to check into what we put into our bodies anymore. And we BELIEVE anything the news or internet tells us. Why believe what other people say? Why not find out for yourself?

So take this National Ag Day as a challenge. Challenge yourself to invest in YOU. Find a local farmer/rancher and ask questions, get to know them and what they supply.

Below are the blogs that I reblogged today, check them out as well and ask them questions! Pretty soon, you might just get the bug yourself to start a garden, raise pigs, raise chickens, become a part of an adult 4H…the possibilities are endless!

Best Organic Baby Products

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Here is a short list from MSN regarding organic baby products. Check them out and see what you think. Although I am not in the having a baby stage of my life yet it’s always good to be on top of these subjects because I am in the Auntie stage. It’s always good to have more knowledge! Some of these products, like California Baby and Organic Puffs, can even be picked up at Target!

I even love the idea of products from The Honest Company. You can visit their website and choose from diapers or products for a free trial *only costs S&H* to see what they have to offer.

Links here: http://healthyliving.msn.com/pregnancy-parenting/newborn-care/best-organic-baby-products

www.honest.com

Get Ready

Towards the end of last year I decided that it was time for a change. Time that I started really going after what I desire. What I’ve always desired. Agriculture. Horses, cattle, you name it. I’ve loved the ranching style of life since I was little. There are even pictures of me on tractors and riding ponies at the fair.

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See?

No matter how much I loved it as a kid, there was always something that made me think there was no future in being a cowgirl. Afterall what kind of money does that profession make? It’s a crazy idea to want to be a cowgirl. Especially when no one within the last few generations has been anywhere near a farm or ranch.

It’s something that I’d have to be born or married into. At least that had been my thought for the last twenty something years of my life. And how lucky had I not turned out to be. I’m sure my family thought that it was just the musings of a little girl fascinated with horses. There are times even now that I think they still do. That I just like to play cowgirl.

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“Rodeo Cowgirl” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It couldn’t be further from the truth, however I can see where they might get that idea. For the most part I feel like I have just been playing cowgirl. I go riding when I get the chance, if a friend offers. I haven’t been to a rodeo, or even seen cows in almost a year. I’ve let the passion I once had as a little girl sit on the curb.

A change is needed. I was raised to believe that I can do anything I put my mind to. So why haven’t I? Why have I let doubt creep in? I’m better than that. I’m better than just letting time pass by as I sit pretending to be content.

This year will be the start of a new path for me. A path that will be the less taken. As Robert Frost put it;

” Two roads diverged in a wood, and I

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference”

Thanks to my friends for keeping me inspired by their words and actions and pushing me, sometimes literally, towards my dreams. Sometimes a good kick in the butt is what’s called for to shake me out of what I’ve settled for. And realize that I can do it on my own, like my parents always told me I could. I’m not waiting for it to fall into my lap anymore.