Monday, January 30, 2012

FIFTEEN MINUTE SELF-PITY PARTY

There is no one around to feel sorry for me.
So, obviously, I must do it myself.



No one wants to know that I threw up yesterday by the side of the road.




I couldn't tell anyone how much blood they drained out of my body this morning at the lab.

The horses aren't in the least impressed by the yellows and greens surrounding my last finally healing scrape on my forearm, even though they caused it.





I have a headache, and my eyes hurt.





I wrote another blog about nothing but the horrible dreams I have been having lately.

I am not getting anything useful and/or positive completed and have not for the past four days.






Okay, I think that was 15 minutes.

Move on, my dear.

Friday, January 27, 2012

JOY IN THE MORNING

Psalms 30:5 - ...weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.









Sometimes a sleepless night can become a positive and uplifting experience.


The kitchen got cleaned really well (which with three different cooks, it needed very much!).






Pinterest took up way too much time.




I persisted on a string of Spider Solitaire games until I finally WON one (and I am pretty good at this - I just don't like losing!).




I printed an entire slew of signs/affirmations/silly sayings, framed them and scattered them all around the house.








I almost always get to see the sunrise when I go out to feed the animals, but this morning was an especially pretty and rosy one.



It's also different to be completely AWAKE when I am out - I notice how many of my neighbors are already leaving for work... or perhaps to begin their weekends a little bit early.

(Normally, I am stumbling outside in a still half-asleep state -- enough to get the horses fed, eat breakfast, but then able to go back to sleep for at least another hour)

I see a lot more movement in the brush as the quail are beginning to mate and nest, and the rabbits seem to be repopulating the universe.

 And I can hear Sissy, my latest dog, doing her loud sniffing, snorting and canine exclamations as she discovers new olfactory sensations on the ground - usually coyotes who have crossed our yard, the deer who come down from the mountains for the water, and perhaps the scent of a Border Patrol agent or a lost illegal.






But now I think I'm ready to try to get to sleep.

Wish me luck.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

JUST A BAD DAY







Some days just don't seem to work.








You have people around when you want solitude.









You are alone when you want someone to talk to.












You don't want to get out of bed.








And you can't want to get back into bed.



Today has been one of those days.

And tomorrow will be better.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

2012

I like round numbers.

I mean, to a ridiculous amount.

I will not stop at eating 3 M&Ms - it must be 4.

Or 244.



But you get what I mean.


I was born in an even year.

I was married in an even year.






All three of my children were born in odd years - but so was their father.

So I have high hopes for 2012.

Even if the ancient Mayans didn't.